Seiju no Kuni no Kinju Tsukai

Lesson 28: Deep in the Holy Ruins

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Excuse me.

From the bottom of my heart, excuse me.

Normally I wasn't aware of the position or anything.

"Wow!? Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't mean it like that. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

I tried to run out of embarrassment.

But Gassi grabbed my arm.

"Yes, fine... I know... you tried to inspire me, didn't you? But you weren't that unconscious because Crohiko isn't used to acting like that...?

Shamefully, Mr. Cecily forgave me with a tolerant heart.

But my chest was full of guilt.

Instead, it's because you can treat me with tolerance, and vice versa, it fills me with feelings of sorry.

About enough later, there was a scream of demons in that room.

"Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii

As if fleeing the guilt of filling my chest, I instantly killed a bug-plant-like demon who was in a protective species room on the thirtieth floor.

Exhales deeply in exhaustion.

Not because I consumed stamina in battle.

I was exhausted by my own dodginess.

Why, at that time, oh...

"Hehe... thanks to the missing reaction between Krohiko, it looks like Moya Moya, who was in her chest, has gone somewhere"

Did the mistake just now, one step ahead of the fatal wound, also have a secondary effect?

The anxiety that existed earlier from Mr. Cecily's face is missing.

and Cecily, with her fingertips attached to her lips, sent a luscious stream.

"Whenever I moan, Ku, should I have Crohiko on my chest?

"You can't go! Hold on, Mr. Cecily! It was my fault!

Mr. Currier delivers Livergate, who was never present in the protective species room he is in, to the sheath.

"Oh man...... looks like we can both still afford it"

Take out your pocket watch, hmm, and Mr. Currier roars.

"I just want to move on to where I can go beyond not knowing how long it will take to reach the bottom level... but the strength and trap of the demon hasn't been so much of an obstacle so far. All right, let's just..."

As she missed the clock, Mr. Currier looked at the door leading to the thirty-one tier.

"Let's just keep going where we can, let's try to run through"

Down the hierarchy, the structure changed.

Even so, the basic elements remain the same.

Demons become stronger.

Increase in number.

The number of Fae also increases.

The setup of the trap takes a lot of work.

It felt like these were going through a phase to become more powerful.

Is the "Going to be a Big Deal" point about the trap?

It was salvation that would only increase in size.

Clever strained trap, I haven't encountered anything like it.

Mr. Cecily,

"Maybe they don't have anything complicated installed because the living demons have trouble forgetting the structure of the trap"

and was analyzing it.

I see.

An overhanded trap can even kill demons who can be described as the guardians of the ruins.

So I guess the trick itself has come to be a gift to the demonic intelligence.

Is that why there are so many schemes with simple activation conditions?

The demon was about twice as strong as the cyclops.

Is the strength of the demons that normally emerge about the protective species that fought in the twenty-five hierarchies?

Of course, the demons in the Protective Species Room gained strength in proportion to the hierarchy.

But he wasn't our enemy yet.

However, the problem of fatigue accumulation has surfaced considerably due to the effect of the increase in the number of occurrences.

It's not a good idea to drag fatigue to the next day if you're going to assume a long term offense.

From around the thirty-six tiers it was decided to pull out as much fatigue as possible before moving on.

It takes the opposite time, even if you are distracted.

It's the spirit of turning around if you hurry.

Ms. Cecily had carefully written down the information she had obtained for each break she pinched.

Not much information after the thirty tieth hierarchy.

Only some of the records of the Saints supposedly carrying out the offensive before the school could exist.

Many of the records don't say which hierarchy.

More than half of the materials have not yet been verified or collated?

Well, I guess not so many people can afford to write down records during the offense in the first place.

By the way, the reason why Cecily writes it down is:

"Because when you go to a special sacred ruin, it might help"

That was it.

On the way to the forty tier protective species room, I discovered the noise "plug" and thought room.

The contents of the shelves and boxes were empty.

I guess the Knights took it in.

However, something like a device or a large desk, which also had more than its height, remained intact.

It must have been decided that it would be difficult to bring him to the return room.

It is questionable how noise transported such a hefty tool here alone in the first place.

When I said that, Mr. Currier told me a guess.

Her guess was that she used super valuable magic tools that could change the size of inorganic objects.

He prefaced that noise from the Sixth House era would only teach Mr. Currier specifically, and he had talked about that magic guide.

"Looks like you were originally the property of Tassogale. I remember hearing that it was a precious thing with only one, a substitute for breaking in two uses: a change in size and reverting to its original size"

Did you use it at all costs?

To generate a golem that will be your own soldier in the basement of the sacred ruins that no one has stepped on to find.

"He didn't have a sense of" waste "if he was to serve his purpose. However, I only think about always benefiting myself"

"You had that impression."

"After all, I didn't really understand the noise until the end."

With some sentiment, Mr. Currier looked into the plug for a while.

We took a short break with the plug, but we decided to pack our bags.

We used to get by-products like crystals, holy swords, and magic aids before we got here.

Mr. Cecily offers his hand.

"Hey, can you show me?

Mr. Cecily is also familiar with magic aids.

I had them appraised again, one by one.

Unfortunately, the magic conductors were all known.

Neither does the Holy Sword seem to be the performance to cross the Flias.

After finishing organizing, we decided to leave the bulky stuff here.

Some of the holy swords and magic aids are difficult to stick into the backpack due to shape problems.

You think the strategy team for by-products is enough to have a dedicated luggage hold?

"Shall I just take something pure crystal-centric that might help me to squeeze funds for future attacks?"

Me and Mr Currier agree with Mr Cecily's proposal.

The aim is only to reach the lowest level.

The by-products are not the aim.

"Well."

One thing I found out at this point.

I hear the Knights, who were investigating the Holy Ruins, completed their investigation when they discovered a plug for noise.

In short, that's all the hand-worked saints have investigated.

Ahead, we can call it a realm that is truly unknown.

"From here on out, be more careful than ever and move on."

We left the noise plug, and when we destroyed the forty tiers of protected species, we resumed our offensive ahead.

After the forty-one hierarchy, the speed of the attack finally begins to slow down.

The offense should be quicker given the limited food available.

As always, there is the problem of prolonged accumulation of fatigue.

In terms of demonic strength, there was still room.

Fatigue is also going as far as possible.

However, the fatigue caused by the mental load, starting with the sense of obstruction that it is caged all the way underground, will not escape.

Even for physical fatigue, the degree of fatigue recovery is naturally weak compared to sleeping in a clean fluffy bed.

They accumulate slowly, as starch.

The act of diving into the sacred ruins still has a different element than just an act of combat.

Still, we went for the bottom tier without turning.

What we're looking at is the Extraordinary Holy Ruins.

This is not the case if you are in front of it, which can be called production.

The reason why you can't do it is the presence of your peers.

If I had dived alone, I would have... I think a little bit.

Occasionally they attack each other with care, joking too.

Perhaps the school side is encouraging them to form offensive squads, also to make them truly understand the importance of their peers.

I thought so, too.

And we spent a week or so from the forty-one hierarchy, and finally, we reached the bottom and where we thought we'd be.

"There's no door in the front."

Said Mr Cecily, wary of the door behind him.

Yes - there was a door in the front back of the guarded species room that led to the next level.

"I can also think of a trick that would appear if we defeated the guardian species in this room... but this is also the deepest room. Speaking of doors, I'm also concerned about the doors that came in..."

Mr. Currier looked back.

The door we came in was almost destroyed except for steel and frame of thought.

That's not all.

This room has a snoring shape.

Wide to the left and right, with dark darkness accumulating ahead.

I feel too big compared to previous rooms.

"Ugh..."

Mr. Cecily put his sleeve on his nose.

"What does this smell like?

The smell that did drift into the room was also kind of unique.

The stubborn, even smelly smell of the beast.

I had the impression that this hierarchy itself was some sort of desolate slam in the first place.