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CHAPTER 8 

THE VOICE OF THE HAMMER 

They were too late. 

Even Ahnya, who was universally recognized to be dim-witted, understood that as she confirmed the scene with her eyes. 

“What is this?!” 

“…Is the Water Capital always such a hellish landscape, meow?” 

Runoa was shaken, and Chloe’s voice was heavy. 

They were standing at the edge of the cliff outside the passageway that led to the twenty-fifth floor. 

A terrible vista sprawled below them. 

Rising from a raging sea of blue flames was the wreckage of what appeared to be the burned-out roots of an enormous tree. The plunge pool was filled in with a mountain of crystal debris huge enough to easily bury any living thing that might have been in the yawning cavern. The waves of blue napalm showed no sign of subsiding, sending waves of heat and billows of scalding steam toward the band of adventurers. Chloe had not exaggerated when she described the scene as hellish. 

The cavern’s walls and ceiling, too, appeared as if they had been crushed to pieces in the jaws of a dragon. 

The once beautiful watery paradise was nowhere to be seen. 

“Looks like a floor boss went wild in this cavern…I bet you’ve never seen anything like this before, have you?” 

Even the Level 5 Tsubaki couldn’t help narrowing her one good eye as she looked down on the decimation. Their surroundings bore the sure signs of a fierce battle rather than a natural disaster. But how much time had passed since the fighting broke out? Hours? Half a day? Had the Amphisbaena been defeated? 

Only one thing was clear: 

Tsubaki and her companions had arrived too late to help the adventurers who had fought here. 

“Well…Lyu should be on the twenty-seventh floor, meow! Let’s get down there quick, meow!” Ahnya shouted, giving her head a good shake to clear away the swirling questions. Given her own stupidity, she realized it wouldn’t do much good to stand there trying to think her way through things. 

Clearly, there was nobody left in the hellfire below them. Whether on land or in the water, anything inside that inferno wouldn’t have been able to breathe. That, or they had been buried alive. It was certain that searching for survivors would be a waste of time. 

They had heard in Rivira that the hunting party pursuing Gale Wind had been on their way to the twenty-seventh floor. Encountering this Irregular made Ahnya anxious. The face of her elven coworker rose in her mind as she urged the others on. 

“That’s all well and good, but…this whole place is in shambles! There’s nowhere for us to walk! What do we do?!” Runoa asked, frowning. Tsubaki tapped the back of her sword against her shoulder as she answered. 

“Looks like our only option is to descend this cliff face.” 

“What? You’re not serious, meow…?” 

Chloe stuck her tongue out in dismay. 

“There aren’t any monsters in the cavern now, meow! As long as they’re not pestering us, we can do it, meow! Plus…my older brother managed to go down all by himself! If he can, we can, meow! A-at least, I think so!” 

Ahnya’s unconvincing argument echoed hollowly across the cavern. 

“Oh, damn it all, guess we’re going for it!” Runoa finally said. 

The four women nodded at one another and leaned boldly forward. 

Pushing through the hot steam, they stepped off the cliff’s edge. Without using their hands, they raced straight down the near-vertical slope. Whenever the rocks began to noisily slip out from underneath their feet, they jabbed their weapons deep into the cliff face to support themselves. 

Although they nearly fell countless times, the advancing line of adventurers held one another up, heading for the twenty-sixth floor. 

 

“Shit!!” 

Welf’s spare longsword sliced a merman in half. 

But even as the bisected half-fish monster died, a new merman crushed its corpse underfoot in pursuit of the smith, who responded with more curses. 

“Is this a joke? They’re endless!” he shouted. 

“These numbers aren’t normal!” 

“They’re coming from the s-sides and behind us, too!” 

Ouka and Chigusa returned his shout. 

The party was currently on the twenty-sixth floor. Having narrowly escaped the crumbling cavern, they were now facing one battle after the next. They encountered an unending stream of monsters. It was possible that due to the unprecedented destruction on the twenty-fifth floor, which had thrown the interior maze into chaos, the monsters seemed to have grown more sensitive to the presence of invaders. 

The adventurers’ breathing was ragged as they met the swarm of aquatic monsters that ferociously bore down on them. 

“We shouldn’t bother with them! It’s a waste of precious energy!” 

Even as she shouted, Lilly’s arrow threaded the crowd of jostling mermen before piercing the eye of their leader. Such shots from supporters or commanders, who normally did not directly participate in the fighting, were rare. The merman leader in the center of the swarm screamed and for a moment neglected to direct its troops. 

The adventurers seized the moment to flee the scene. 

“This is no joke! At this rate, we’ll never have time to search for Rabbit Foot…!” 

Glancing at Aisha, who was handling monsters approaching from the sides, Daphne confirmed the escape route. Just then, a devil monster jumped down from overhead and she swiped it away with her baton-like dagger. Paying no heed to the spray of fluid produced by the hideous monster’s wound as it rolled across the floor, Daphne dashed forward. 

A drop of something—sweat from nerves or heat, she didn’t know—rolled down her narrow chin. 

“How many times are you going to say that?! When we came to the twenty-sixth floor, we made up our minds to meet up with Bell!” 

“I know, I know! We can’t go back to the twenty-fifth floor now that it’s destroyed! And believe me, I get that you don’t want to abandon your friend! I’ve given up convincing you all otherwise! But still, this is…!” 

Daphne returned Lilly’s shout with equal irritation. Even her eyes seemed ready to groan in distress as she surveyed their surroundings. 

The twenty-sixth floor had clearly suffered damage as a result of the cataclysm on the twenty-fifth floor. The walls and ground were cracked, suggesting that they hadn’t been able to safely withstand the pressure from above. The water running down the center of the passage had overflowed and was thoroughly soaking their feet. The sprinkle of falling crystals conjured ugly visions of the whole ceiling collapsing in the near future. The labyrinth could easily cave in on them at any moment. 

The viscous howls of either confused or excited monsters further fanned the party’s anxiety. 

“In our current state, and without the slightest clue to his location, our chances of finding him are basically zero!” 

“Sheesh!” 

Every time Lilly wanted to prioritize looking for Bell, Daphne always cut in with the reality of their situation. 

The wretched condition of the party after the fight with the floor boss was a serious concern. How were they supposed to search for a lone adventurer on such an immense floor? 

“Anyway, since this is our first time on this floor, we need to be putting safety first…!” 

Even though the twenty-sixth floor was considered a part of the Water Capital, it was irrefutably a completely new world for most of the party. Despite that, they had totally ignored the usual standards for clearing a new floor and were barging straight ahead. It was enough to make Daphne—who approached Dungeon exploration with the watchwords “steady, cautious, and timid”—want to faint. She thought it was absolute madness to leap without looking into the maw of the demonic Dungeon. 

But even as she exchanged shouts with Lilly, Daphne could not afford to stop running. It was obvious that the moment she did, she would be crushed underfoot by the onrush of monsters. 

“Moving forward is our only option! We can’t go back to the twenty-fourth floor until the Dungeon has repaired itself, and we don’t even know if it will repair itself! Just pray we bump into him!” 

Currently the party was proceeding down the floor’s main route. 

Aisha, who was constantly keeping track of the party’s morale, tried her best to ease Daphne’s anxiety. 

Plus, though I hate relying on other people, Gale Wind should be on the same twenty-seventh floor, where we’ll find Bell…! 

She had other things on her mind, too—namely, the elf who had been accused of murder in Rivira. For Aisha, the question of whether she was actually guilty no longer mattered much. If they were able to meet up with her and Bell and gain her cooperation, even by force, a way forward would open up, albeit a rash and potentially deadly one. It was precisely the presence of that idea in the back of her mind that had convinced Aisha to change course and bet her life on their current reckless advance. 

It was a pity that an irregularity so extreme it would rip Aisha’s schemes to shreds awaited them at their destination, the twenty-seventh floor. 

“More monsters…!” 

“Even for an Irregular this feels like too many!” 

As Chigusa carried the unconscious Mikoto on her back and Cassandra shouldered Haruhime, Ouka and Welf scowled at the newest swarm that had just appeared. They were at the front of the party, and now the adventurers were being forced to change course. 

“It’s like every monster in this place is after us…!” 

Chigusa’s panted speculation was by no means an exaggeration. 

To the contrary, she had hit a bull’s-eye. 

All the monsters on the floor—or rather, the entire zone—had rushed in the party’s direction, searching for prey. As if to confirm her fearful guess, a huge form burst through the water’s surface. 

“ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!” 

“What?! A kelpie?!” 

“But that’s a twenty-seventh-floor monster!” 

Lilly’s astonishment was even greater than Aisha’s wide-eyed surprise. 

Kelpies. These horse monsters with blue pelts and manes as well as finned bodies were able to gallop through the water just as if they were on land. As Lilly said, they normally appeared on the twenty-seventh floor. Their beautiful outward appearance belied a potential that was among the greatest of any in the Water Capital. 

“It came up to this floor?! And in these conditions…?!” 

Overwhelmed by the magnificence and power of her enemy, Lilly was continuing to shout in confusion when she was interrupted by a chorus of roars coming from deep in the maze. 

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!” 

“OOOO, OOO!” 

“GUAAAAAAAAAAAA!” 

A lamia, an afanc, and a dodora were loudly announcing their presence. All were monsters that normally appeared for the first time on the twenty-seventh floor. 

“A huge swarm of monsters? No, a mass migration…?! It can’t be!” Daphne shrieked. 

All the monsters were red with blood, shreds of scarlet flesh hanging from them. 

All of it belonged to adventurers. Upper-class adventurers who had joined the hunt for Gale Wind only to be crushed by the fangs and claws of calamity. 

This tragedy had unfolded unbeknownst to Aisha and her companions. Now, after devouring the corpses of various adventurers and becoming drunk on enormous quantities of gore, the monsters had grown more ferocious and brutal than ever. 

More blood. More flesh. Another feast. 

In search of fresh offerings, the massive swarm of monsters had left the demolished twenty-seventh floor behind them and poured into the twenty-sixth floor. 

“What in the world is going on?” 

“Ask the Dungeon! That’s what’s messing with us adventurers like this…!” 

Of course, Lilly and the others had no clue about any of that. 

Aisha, who had hoped to find refuge at a safety point, swore in frustration when she realized her plans had been foiled. 

Fortunately, because the Dungeon was prioritizing the repair of the twenty-fifth floor, no new monsters were currently being spawned on any of the Water Capital’s three floors. Nevertheless, there were still far too many for the party to take on. 

Sensing impending doom closing in from all sides even as they fought the kelpie directly in front of them, the blood drained from their faces. 

“—!!” 

“Whoa!!” 

Welf’s knees quaked at the sight of the kelpie thrashing wildly and flinging its blue mane around. This was an incredibly strong specimen. Its potential might even have exceeded Welf’s and Ouka’s statuses. The level boosts that had provided them with divine protection that led to victory so many times before were not available. 

Facing this twenty-seventh-floor opponent, the party was finally beginning to hit a wall they could not scale with the skills of Level 2 adventurers like Welf and Ouka. 

“Argh!” 

Caught up in the monster’s attack, Welf was thrown backward. He had been able to somehow prevent a direct hit with his longsword, but now his back was against the wall. It had been cracked before, but it distorted under the latest impact, sending fragments flying as the crystal moaned. 

“Shit…!” 

Welf, still exhausted from the fight with the floor boss, gritted his teeth and was trying to stand back up when… 

“—?” 

Clank, clank! 

A chunk of wall rolling across the floor with a clatter drew his attention. 

The lustrous steely blue was not the color of the tiresomely abundant crystals of the Water Capital. 

This was a natural Dungeon ingot, glittering with the sheen of rare metal. 

The ingot resembled a garnet the size and shape of a misshapen fist, with fragments of crystal clinging to it. It seemed to have fallen out of the wall’s interior, perhaps due to the extensive damage the floor had suffered. 

In true smith’s fashion, Welf stared in disbelief at the ore that had rolled to his feet. 

“No way…this is adamantite!” 

He gasped as he realized what variety of rare metal it was. 

“What are you doing, Ignis?! Get back on your feet!” 

“Oh, right!” 

Aisha, who had just cut down the kelpie, yelled at him impatiently. 

As Welf stood up in relief, he reflexively picked up the ingot before running to catch up with his companions. 

“Uoooooooooooooooooo!” 

“!!” 

Just then, someone cried out. Someone who did not belong to their party. 

The sound came from a human form surrounded by monsters farther down the main route. 

“Is that…someone who went to the twenty-seventh floor?!” 

Aisha’s earlier prediction had proven true. Welf and several other members of the party ran to the stranger, quickly drove away the monsters, and rescued the intended victim. 

“You’re Rivira’s…” 

“Mr. Bors!” 

Welf and Lilly were right. It was indeed the hulking adventurer Bors Elder, his whole body heaving as he breathed. 

He was a wretched sight. 

His brawny figure was covered in wounds from head to toe. His battle clothes were stained red with blood, although no one could tell how much of it belonged to him and how much came from the monsters he had killed. The patch he usually wore over his left eye was missing. So was his weapon, which they guessed he must have lost somewhere along the way. It was unbelievable that he had made it this far without one. His hands and gloves were torn and reddish black, evidence that he had fended off the monsters by flailing wildly and slamming his fists against their tough shells and scales. 

“Y-you, you guys are…Hestia Familia…? You…survived…?” 

Bors turned from one member of the party to the next in a daze. 

There was no trace of the leader of Rivira’s usual arrogance or overbearing self-importance. Instead, he spoke as if he was still delirious after just waking from a nightmare. 

“Are you alone? Where’s the rest of the hunting party?” 

Filled with a terrible dread, Aisha questioned this returnee from the twenty-seventh floor. Bors responded in a barely audible whisper, his face clouded by an uncharacteristically dark expression. 

“…I’m the only one left. Everyone else…they’re all dead.” 

“What?” 

“What are you saying…? Do you even know how many upper-class adventurers went with you?!” 

“They can’t all have been wiped out!” 

“Were they killed by Gale Wind when they tried to attack her?” 

Chigusa was the first to break the silence with her whisper, followed by Daphne, Ouka, and Aisha shooting out questions in rapid succession. They weren’t outright denying Bors’s claim, but their faces were taut with doubt and disbelief. 

Several hours earlier, they had witnessed the twenty-seventh-floor plunge pool turn crimson. The “lower reaches of Hell’s river” had turned that huge body of water the color of blood. 

“It was an Irregular…a monster I’ve never seen before took my followers and…” 

“…The great calamity.” 

Cassandra turned white as Bors, eyes unfocused, recalled his encounter with a creature not of this world. 

Only Cassandra understood that this was the “calamity” her prophecy warned of. 

“—Mr. Bors?!” 

Just then, Lilly interrupted with an ear-shattering shout. 

“What happened to Mr. Bell?!” 

“Rabbit Foot got taken out, too…one of his arms was blown clean off, and the bones in his neck were…I’m sure he…” 

“?!” 

“And Gale Wind, too!…That elf who was fool enough to protect me…! Everyone, and I mean everyone, got killed! That monster slaughtered them all!!” 

As she listened to this tragic tale, Lilly’s chest heaved as if she had been run through by a sword. Meanwhile, the more Bors talked, the more emotional he became. 

As if he had lost heart. As if he had lost hope. 

“It’s a lie…a lie, a lie, a lie! Bell can’t die! He can’t leave Lilly alone!!” 

“Calm down, Li’l E!” 

Welf held down Lilly’s fist, which seemed to be on the verge of punching Bors while her other hand gripped his shirt. 

The smith’s heart was hardly calm, either. From the annihilation of the upper-class adventurers to the death of Bell, the information that suddenly confronted the party was like shackles binding their feet. They all froze, but only Lilly’s screams echoed down the passages. 

“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!” 

“—?!” 

Of course, the monsters didn’t care the least bit for their feelings. Their wild war cries once again reached the adventurers, who had momentarily forgotten their current situation. A second later, a pack appeared from around a bend in the passage and charged toward them. 

“Run!!” 

Aisha creamed a command. Her companions shook off their shock and complied. Obeying their own instincts screaming for survival, they defied death once again. 

“UOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!” 

To the adventurers, the monsters’ roars sounded like an evil sneer. 

Retreat was out of the question, yet moving forward held no hope for them. 

Ahead of them lay only the corpses of countless adventurers. 

The party had broken out of the “coffin” and overcome “despair,” but what awaited them now was the “banquet of calamity.” 

The reverberations of monsters running in pursuit of their prey transformed into phantoms howling “Give up!” Beneath the dim phosphorescence, the deformed shadows streamed past as if they were dancing wildly in rapture. The beasts seemed bent on crushing the weak hearts of the adventurers. 

“Damn it!!” 

With a curse, Welf swung his remaining magic blade at the pack of monsters charging straight at them. Flames shot forward with no heed for the watery surroundings, charring the monsters as they howled in their death throes. 

And then he heard the dagger cracking. 

“…!” 

The last Crozzo’s Magic Sword was beginning to crumble. 

Welf panicked as he watched it fracture. Ouka grimaced as well. The moment they lost that last magic blade was the moment the party itself would collapse. 

Not long after, they arrived at a crossroads where a number of routes intersected. At the same time, howling monsters appeared from passages in every direction. 

The adventurers had no idea what to do as certain death drew near. Suddenly Aisha shouted: 

“Shrimp, take out the stink bombs!!” 

“What…?! The Malboros?! But they won’t work on water monsters…!” 

“Not for their noses, for their eyes!” 

“!” 

Realizing Aisha’s intention, Lilly stuck her hand into the side pocket of her backpack and pulled out five stink bags—their entire supply of Malboros. She threw them down the four passages toward the approaching monsters. 

“UUUUU?!” 

As the minority of monsters that did have a sense of smell writhed in discomfort, the remaining majority groaned in confusion. A curtain of haze made up of the green particles released by the bombs enveloped them. Like some kind of strange pollen, the stinking dust filled the entire intersection, causing a chain of collisions. The monsters forgot all about the adventurers—who had slipped away in the midst of the chaos—and began tearing at one another in outrage. 

Aisha’s plan had not been to use the Malboros to keep the monsters away, but rather to create a blinding smokescreen by ripping open the bags. 

“Now’s our chance!!” 

Just before the stink bombs split open, the party had turned tail and dived into one of the few passages that wasn’t completely filled with monsters. They continued to run as fast as they could, moving farther and farther from the main route. After putting quite some distance between themselves and the monsters, they emerged into a large room. 

“…!! It’s a dead end…” 

The room was a cul-de-sac. 

It measured around thirty meders on each side and had no waterways in it. What had once been a field of crystal lay in ruins, perhaps due to the shocks of the destruction on the floor above. There was only a single opening for entry and exit, meaning they had no escape route. 

“Uh-oh…” 

They had to get out quickly. 

The same words were on everyone’s lips, but they were panting too hard to speak them. 

The combination of the battle with the floor boss and the continuous harassment they’d been dealing with since then meant the entire party was in desperate need of rest. They had to have at least a moment to catch their breath. More than anything, the very real possibility that Bell could be dead was throwing their minds and bodies out of sync. 

We’re still in a hopeless fix…we haven’t escaped ruin. Is the prophecy still continuing? Or have we parted ways with it? Did I make the wrong decision? 

Meanwhile, Cassandra was wandering through her own maze of unanswerable questions. 

She didn’t know if they were still following the trajectory of her prophetic dream, or if they had strayed off its path. Gloomy thoughts bubbled up ceaselessly in her mind, robbing her of the willpower to even to lift her face. 

No one could lift even a finger, never mind take decisive action. 

“—Bors. Tell us exactly what you saw.” 

As the party sunk into a state of near mental paralysis, Aisha broke the silence. 

“Tell us all the details you know about the monster that attacked Bell Cranell…not your pessimistic guesses, but exactly what happened.” 

“…Rabbit Foot’s arm got pulled off, and he suffered a blow to the neck. No question those were fatal injuries. But I saw Gale Wind use recovery magic, too. He could…still be alive.” 

“…!” 

Under Aisha’s sharp gaze, Bors relayed what he had seen without embellishing the account. 

As they listened to his words, Lilly and the others shuddered. Light returned to their eyes. The transformation surprised Cassandra. 

“Listen to me. Our plans haven’t changed. We’re still heading to the safety point. Getting there might leave us a hairbreadth from dying, but we’re going to find Bell Cranell. Even if it costs you your life, you’re going to help us, Bors.” 

“H-hey?! Didn’t you hear me?! I said there’s a horrible monster on the twenty-seventh floor!!” 

“Who cares? There’s no way back anyway.” 

“I…I’m not going! I’ll be damned if I head into that hell again!” 

As Bors screamed in protest, Aisha grabbed his battle clothes threateningly. 

“If you understand how indebted you are to Bell Cranell and Gale Wind…then man up.” 

The Amazon’s words were quiet but weighty. Bors stood dumbfounded for a moment, then glared angrily at his feet. He didn’t nod in agreement, but he didn’t argue any more, either. 

This woman is truly strong. It’s not just the strength granted by her status, but that emotionally fortitude…Even in a pinch like this, she hasn’t given up. 

Cassandra gazed at the black-haired powerhouse. Despite being covered in sweat and blood, Aisha was beautiful. Her words had not only stemmed all argument from Bors, but had also unified the will of the party. The proof was in their faces, which were no longer clouded by hopelessness. Aisha had successfully revived the will to fight that had nearly buckled under the news of Bell’s possible death. 

Neither Lilly nor Daphne, their commanders, had been able to do that. Only Aisha, who was stronger and more battle-hardened than any of them, had what it took. As Cassandra stared at that powerful figure, she wished that she could be equally as strong. 

“If we’re going anywhere, we better backtrack out of this room quick.” 

Daphne spoke slowly. Her words sounded heavy, as if she were driving reality home. 

“We may have shaken the monsters, but the route to this room was practically a straight shot. If we don’t get out of here, we’ll be crushed by a headlong rush of monsters…” 

But what was next? What would happen if they managed to slip past the mob of monsters? How many more battles were awaited on the long journey to the twenty-seventh floor? 

The unspoken questions flashed back and forth in the adventurers’ glances. Not even Daphne had an answer. 

Their hearts and minds were united, but their situation hadn’t improved one bit. They still didn’t have a solid plan to turn back the hordes of rampaging monsters or otherwise shake them off for good. Once again, a veil of silence descended on the room. They could hear the howling monsters. As death crept ever closer, anxiety tormented the party. 

Lilly and Daphne racked their brains trying to come up with a way out. Ouka and Chigusa laid Mikoto and Haruhime down on the floor, frowning as they held their limp hands in their own. Aisha and Bors kept their sharp gazes fixed on the passage beyond the entrance, watching for enemies. Cassandra frantically tried to interpret the last part of the prophecy. 

—What should we do? 

Last of all, Welf stood rooted to the ground by mental anguish. 

How can we get to Bell? How are we supposed to get through this? 

Like Lilly, he was racking his brain for a way out of this impasse. 

He turned the seemingly impossible problem over in his head again and again, searching for a solution. 

If only we had some magic blades…! 

Instead of a solution to their crisis, all he could muster was wishful thinking. 

I’d already made the decision to stop weighing my pride against my friends…That’s right, I did, I did stop! But I still don’t have the magic blades I need! 

He could only curse his stupidity for using them all up. It was either that or his own incompetence was to blame for making weak blades that crumbled so quickly. All he felt when he looked back on his past actions was regret. 

Is there anything I can do to help these guys? What can I offer as a smith to repay these adventurers?! 

Welf shut his eyes tight and searched for an answer. 

He clenched his fists and asked what use he was to the world. 

Lady Hephaistos…what should I do? 

He was being a wimp. A total wimp. 

But he couldn’t help asking. 

When he was really, truly in trouble, that goddess, that pillar of strength always had the words he needed. 

If she were looking at his spineless self now, at this Welf Crozzo who couldn’t do anything, what would she say? 

It made him nauseous to foist his responsibility on a woman like this. 

But for the sake of his friends, he tossed away his shame and his concern for outward appearances and sought the help of that exalted presence in his heart. 

Here in this Dungeon, what can I do…?! 

And then— 

“As long as you have a hammer, metal, and a good flame, you can forge weapons anywhere—” 

He heard the voice of the goddess he revered. 

He saw the supreme light he must aim for. 

Divine revelation pierced his mind. 

“—” 

His eyes popped open. 

His arms trembled. 

The words that Hephaistos, the goddess of the forge, had spoken in the past rose vividly in his mind. 

Welf jerked his head up as if someone had punched him, then looked around. 

He was in a room with only one entry and exit. 

Lilly’s backpack was stuffed with tools. 

Lastly, he had the flame magic blade that was already starting to disintegrate plus the ingot gripped in his hand. 

The glow of heat still flickered deep within the cracked blade, and the nugget of metal glittered like steel. 

Welf looked down at his hands and gulped. 

An instant later—he made up his mind. 

He clenched his teeth so hard they nearly cracked, widened his eyes with fierce intent, and gripped the magic blade and adamantite ingot with all his might. 

He took a step toward his companions. 

“Hey, you guys.” 

His resolute voice echoed through the quiet room. 

All eyes were on Welf. 

“Will you put your lives in my hands?” 

Every one of them stopped moving and stared back in shock. 

Every one of them choked on his words, confused and unable to discern what he intended to do. 

“…Smith, you must be kidding.” 

Ouka, his voice shaking, was the only one who guessed Welf’s plan. 

Welf gazed steadily back at his companions and spoke. 

“I’m going to make magic blades right here.” 

Time stood still. 

“…What?” 

“I’m saying that I’m gonna forge new magic blades here in this room.” 

Welf held back his emotions as he answered the flummoxed Cassandra. 

Magic blades would be born here in the Dungeon. 

Here in this crucible of monsters that might attack at any moment, he would set up a smithy and work the metal. Although his face dripped sweat, his eyes were unclouded as he announced his intention. 

“That’s impossible!” 

It was Lilly who explosively shot down his idea. 

“Stop saying idiotic things!! What are you thinking?! The very idea—to forge weapons in such a dangerous area of the Dungeon that isn’t even a safety point!” 

While Aisha and the others stood frozen in place, Lilly, who had known Welf so long, panned his idea. 

“Where are your tools? Your furnace? Where will you gather the raw materials you need?!” 

Although Lilly had decided his idea was unreasonable, Welf answered her in a low, calm voice. 

“There’s a hammer among the tools I brought for maintenance. A hearth, too. And this magic blade will provide the flames.” 

Lilly was at a loss for a response. She glanced at her backpack. As Welf had said, everything was there. He himself had pulled together a full set of tools for their expedition. It was a moveable blacksmith’s workshop, and he’d already used it to repair their tools and make the Goliath Scarf. 

“Plus, I picked up some materials a minute ago.” 

Daphne and the others gaped as he held up the misshapen chunk of adamantite, which shone dully in his hand. 

“Listen, the only way we can get out of our current fix is with magic blades. If we’re gonna blow away those damn monsters and make it to the twenty-seventh floor, our only option is to rely on the power of the Crozzo blood…!” 

Welf’s mental anguish was clear as he laid out his thoughts. 

“Once I start working, I won’t be able to fight. You’ll have to protect me until the magic blades are done…I’m asking you to put your lives in my hands.” 

An unnatural stillness descended on the room, as if it had been cut loose from the rest of the world. The crystal fragments scattered around the floor gleamed blue. Lilly, Chigusa, Daphne, and Cassandra were stunned, their eyes unsteady. Aisha and Ouka simply stood there tight-lipped. 

“You, Ignis…are you in your right mind?” 

The first to squeeze out a few words, his eyes twitching, was Bors. I’ve never met a smith as crazy as you, the head of Rivira seemed to be saying. Welf returned his question with an irate scream. 

“What’s it matter if I’m crazy?! We have no other choice! Are you gonna believe in me or not?! Answer me!” 

Welf looked around at the adventurers, before finally resting his eyes on Aisha. 

The second-tier adventurer held the real decision-making power in the party. 

A moment passed before she answered the smith standing in front of her. 

“…Can you do it?” 

That was all she asked. 

Before he replied, Welf closed his eyes and once more turned inward to his own heart. 

You have a hammer. 

You have metal. 

The only question is, has your fire been lit? 

“Of course I can!” 

It was blazing. 

The flame of Welf’s heart burned hotter than ever. 

He opened his eyes and shouted at the top of his lungs. 

“As long as you have a hammer, metal, and a good flame, you can forge weapons anywhere. That’s what it means to be a smith!!” 

The determination and commitment in his voice made his audience quiver. Aisha ignored her breathless companions and laughed. 

“Well then go ahead!” 

Ouka, who had been quiet up till then, laughed as well. 

“Yeah, forge us some blades!” 

With that, Lilly stared up at the ceiling, Daphne fended off a fainting spell, and Chigusa squeezed her hands together in a sign of faith. 

“Son of a bitch,” Bors said, slamming his fist onto his knee as he smiled spitefully. 

To show her respect for Welf’s decision, Cassandra screwed up her courage and nodded at him. 

“Our lives—” 

Acceptance, resignation, resolution. 

Ouka spoke for all of them, though the emotions each carried were different. 

“—are in your hands.” 

As his fellow adventurers gazed at him with trust, Welf grinned back at them fearlessly. 

 

Welf took his bandana from around his neck and tied it around his head. 

This was the process, or rather the ritual, by which the ordinary Welf became a smith. 

He brandished the remaining magic blade. 

The furnace glowed vermilion, shining brightly as it began to give off heat. He didn’t have any proper fuel like coke, so he used the Amphisbaena bile Lilly had collected. It caused a small explosion when it came in contact with flame, but the furnace stayed lit and began to violently heat up. He had reinforced his portable hearth with drop items they’d picked up along the way, such as the blue crab shells they had intended to use as proof of completing their mission, and the lopsided dome contained the heat well. It would be able to perform the job of melting adamantite, one of the hardest metals around. 

Having given up its last burst of power, the dagger fell to the ground in countless pieces. Welf clutched the weapon’s skeleton in his palm and crouched before the blazing furnace. 

“Here I go.” 

Gripping the hunk of metal between his tongs, he carefully but swiftly thrust it into the fire. 

“Get into battle formation! Don’t let any monsters approach Ignis!” 

As the flames roared, the others followed Aisha’s command and formed a semicircle around the lone entryway. Aisha, Ouka, Daphne, and Bors made up the front line, while Lilly took command and Chigusa supported the formation from behind. Farther back, Cassandra the healer stood watch over Mikoto and Haruhime, and farther back still, in the center of the large room, was Welf. 

Charged with reviving the party, the High Smith could not fight. The others had to halt the advancing monsters so he could concentrate. 

“Huff…puff…” 

The sound of shallow breathing filled the room. The adventurers were panting despite not even catching a glimpse of a monster yet. It wasn’t simply due to the heat radiating from the glowing furnace, which dampened their cheeks with sweat; Lilly and the others were all on edge as they watched Welf glare into the flames. 

The contents of the furnace melted swiftly in the fierce heat. At the perfect moment, Welf slowly extracted the hot metal. The adamantite had been transformed into a red candy-like material, bathing the deep blue crystal walls of the room in crimson as it cast intense heat. The shadows of the adventurers stretched long on the floor, swaying unsteadily. 

Welf set the metal on an impromptu surface, grasped the hammer in one hand and the tongs in the other, then held his breath. 

The room went completely silent. 

The smith focused his mind and swung the hammer down hard. 

“Huff!!” 

Clang! Clang!! A loud, metallic clanging rhythm began. 

“Even the idea of forging in the Dungeon…!” 

Daphne pressed her hand to her mouth. 

“This can’t be happening…!” she moaned at the unbelievable scene. 

They had indeed entered unknown territory. 

Most adventurers and smiths would have called it idiotic. 

The deities would have held their sides and laughed with glittering eyes at this adventurer’s journey into the unknown. 

If he succeeded, it would be an incredible accomplishment. 

If he failed, it would be an unprecedented act of folly. 

Their corpses would be buried here, their disgraceful deaths the laughingstock of future generations. 

Welf was attempting an act of barbarity that even the master smith Tsubaki Collbrande had never hazarded. 

—Forging weapons in the Dungeon. 

Producing magic blades deep within the labyrinth itself. 

“Huff!!” 

Welf exhaled loudly as he hammered the blazing red adamantite. Sparks swirled as the rhythmic pounding continued. Each time the hammer crashed against the metal, Chigusa and Cassandra jumped. The whole world seemed to vibrate from the unrelenting pounding. 

Unsurprisingly, the deafening metallic clanging began to attract monsters as it rang out in the Dungeon. 

The sound of the hammer was like a countdown to ruin. 

And then it began. 

“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!” 

Accompanied by a chorus of roars and the pounding of countless feet, a huge, motley swarm of monsters came into view far down the passage. The whole pack they had dodged at the crossroads was now rushing toward them. 

“Hell Kaios!!” 

Aisha activated her magic instantly. She had been chanting as she waited, and now the jumble of monsters struggling to beat one another down the narrow passage became fodder for the slicing wave attack. 

“Take these shields and hold at the front of the entrance! We can’t let the monsters into this room!” 

Obeying Lilly’s command, Ouka and Bors positioned themselves between the passage and the room to form a wall that would hold back the rush of monsters. 

The single entryway would limit the number of monsters that could enter at one time and reduce the maximum momentum of their charge. This was one tactic for taking on a large horde of monsters in the Dungeon. The flip side was that if even one got inside and started a melee, the adventurers wouldn’t stand a chance. 

Defending the “gate” with their lives was an absolute precondition for Welf’s success. 

“Uwaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!” 

“Bastards!” 

Ouka braced himself as the monsters began to throw themselves against the spare shield he was holding up. Despite putting his whole body into a defensive stance, the impact forced him to take a step back. Next to him, the Level 3 Bors desperately held them off with his own borrowed shield as he jabbed randomly with the expandable silver lance Chigusa had handed him. 

“You don’t have to kill them! Just cut off their feet!” 

“I can’t even aim!!” 

“We need support…!” 

Aisha and Daphne sliced at the enemies from the sides of the “wall,” while Chigusa stepped in with Shakuya, Mikoto’s throwing knives, and Lilly supported them with shots from her Little Ballista. At the back of the formation where Mikoto and Haruhime lay, Cassandra struggled to keep her wits about her as she activated her recovery magic whenever Daphne or the other fighters were at risk of falling out of the battle line. 

With the smith’s iron melody ringing in their ears, the adventurers intercepted one monster after the next. 

“…!” 

Bang, bang, bang! 

As if mirroring their anxious hearts, the falling hammer drew an arc through the air again and again. 

The dangerous heat seared Welf’s skin. The combination of the magic blade and the dragon bile had created temperatures far higher than normal, scorching his undine cloth and bathing him in sweat. The instant a drop of moisture fell from his chin onto the hammer, it evaporated with a sizzle. 

The flurry of sparks was proof of his strength, though it needed no outside confirmation. 

The precision with which he hit the center of the metal each time stemmed from his dexterity. 

His whole body burning, Welf threw every bit of physical strength, courage, and skill he had at the hunk of metal. 

But, but, but… 

“Crap…!” 

He couldn’t properly shape it according to his wishes. In fact, the metal seemed to ignore his will as it morphed into an uneven, bumpy shape. He felt as if it was a living being with a capricious mind of its own. 

Adamantite was among the finest of rare metals. It was exceedingly hard, which made processing and forging difficult. Even famous High Smiths struggled to control it. 

He’d gained experience working with dir adamantite, a lighter, processed version of the metal, when he made Bell’s armor. But this pure ore was resisting his attempts completely. 

His skill level clearly fell short. That, or he lacked the experience required. The wildly leaping flames and the intense resistance of the metal were all signs that he was not in control. 

“You’ve gotta be kidding me…!” 

Complaining didn’t help, of course. 

Welf’s hands shook as the adamantite stubbornly refused the hammer. 

Impurities were transformed into countless sparks that flew into his face as he reheated the metal and began to beat at it again. 

There’s no time. I can’t stumble. I have to finish fast. 

Nevertheless. 

Wish my heartbeat would pipe down. 

It sounded slow, lingering in his ears unendingly. 

For every three times I bring down the hammer, my heart only beats once— 

Welf was at the center of a maelstrom of time. 

Each time he swung his hammer, time seemed to melt away. The burning red metal consumed his focus. 

How long have I been working on this? 

How many hours? Half a day? Or a single minute? 

Where am I? 

The process for making a magic blade differed from that for a regular sword, but neither could be drastically shortened. If he wanted to make a weapon strong enough to break them out of their current fix, he had to achieve mastery within limited time. 

This anxiety verging on obsession thrust Welf into the darkness of the forging process. 

I’m giving it all the strength and skill I can muster. 

All my craftsman’s pride, self-worth, and will. 

So why isn’t it coming out how I want?! 

“GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!” 

“Gyaaaa!” 

The monsters’ roars were coming more often now. The counterattacks Ouka and the others undertook sounded weaker. Welf wondered if they were okay, but he didn’t have the leeway to look away. If he took his eyes off his work even once he could fail. And failure here meant death. Distraction invited distraction. It was the worst possible cycle, eating at him mentally and physically. 

As he struggled, he began to sink into an uncomfortably warm, bottomless abyss. It was a miracle that his hammer hadn’t missed its mark yet. 

“Huff, puff, huff…!” 

As large drops of sweat rolled down his face while his breath seemed to come out scalding, the world disappeared into the pounding reverberations of his heartbeat. 

He couldn’t even tell right from left, up from down, front from back. 

Within the blackness before his eyes hung the brilliant red metal and his hammer. 

At this moment in time, they were his entire world. 

For the first time in his life, he experienced an extreme vision. 

I hear a voice. 

The world was wrapped in darkness. 

In the gap between despair, anxiety, and an individual’s will to resist those feelings, Welf heard the ingot speak. 

“Listen to the metal’s words, lend your ears to its echoes, pour your heart into your hammer.” 

He had learned that from the Crozzo family as a young boy. 

These words expressed the spirit of his grandfather and father, whom he had once hated. 

They were the starting point for Welf’s rebirth and the cornerstone of everything; now they delivered to him the voice of the metal, the question of the hammer. 

Listen. 

To what? 

Why do you swing me, your hammer? 

To forge weapons. 

Why do you forge weapons? 

To survive. 

Wrong. 

That’s not what I’m asking. That’s not what you need right now. 

Listen. 

Why do you forge weapons? 

“—” 

The questioning voice of the hammer became Welf’s own voice as he asked himself why, plumbing the depths of his heart. 

“Mr. Welf!” 

From the depths of the darkness, Welf heard the prum’s desperate plea. 

“Smith…!” 

From beyond the darkness, a man moaned. 

“Mr. Crozzo!” 

From beside him, the girl whom he had told not to call him by his family name was doing exactly that. 

The war cries of the adventurers and the voices of his friends shook him. 

I… 

I… 

I…! 

“I forge weapons for my friends.” 

For Bell. 

For the people here in this room—his comrades. 

“To save my comrades who believe in me!!” 

The weapons he forged with someone particular in mind contained a special power. They sparkled brighter than any other weapons. 

Yes. This was the truth. It was obvious. Why had he forgotten? 

For his friends. 

So they could go save Bell— 

“I!!” 

The hammer struck metal with a loud clang. The hammer screamed as it bounced back into the air. The melody changed. 

The tempo of the hammer was freer, stronger. 

The adventurers heard the difference as they continued to hold off the braying monsters. When they looked up in surprise, they saw that Welf’s eyes were burning crimson as if they had melded with the flames. 

Changing, changing, changing. 

The adamantite—hardest of all metals that had no reason to obey Welf’s hammer—was taking on a new shape. 

As if yielding to the will of one man, its war cry rang out, its crystalline structure shifted, and the silhouette of a blade began to emerge. 

“Whew!!” 

Welf’s blood boiled with excitement. 

His racing blood harmonized with the roar of his heart, pushing open a new door. 

We’ll never get out of this with regular magic blades. 

We’ll never overcome danger if our magic blades have an expiration date. 

We’ll never escape the jaws of death with magic blades destined to fall apart. 

So what should he do? 

The answer was clear. 

He had to overcome. 

He had to overcome the idea of regular magic blades, right then and there. 

He had to make a weapon that went beyond magic blades—a new generation of weapon, a stable magic blade. 

He had to twist the destiny of the magic blade itself to create a self-contradictory weapon. 

On that fateful day in the past, he had declared his intentions to his grandfather, Tsubaki, and Hephaistos. 

He had sworn that instead of simply crafting Crozzo’s Magic Swords, he would forge his own weapons—Welf’s weapons. He would fulfill that promise here and now. 

Right here and now, he had to go beyond being Welf Crozzo. 

“Excellent!!” 

He didn’t have a theory. 

But he had an idea. 

A vision had started to come into view. 

No—that wasn’t accurate. The hint he needed had been beside him all along. 

It was the goddess’s blade. 

The masterpiece that the goddess of the forge had crafted was viewed as heretical, but it also represented the hope of Welf’s ideal—and it had been in that boy’s hand the whole time. 

Bell, wait for me! 

Bell had run so fast and soared so high that he shocked humans and deities alike. 

And Welf—well, he’d be damned if he just stood by and watched the distance between them widen relentlessly. 

I won’t leave you alone! 

I refuse to abandon you. I’ll walk by your side no matter what it takes. 

No. 

I’ll walk a step or two ahead of you. 

I’ll surpass you, and Hephaistos, too!! 

That’s why—!! 

I’m aiming for the heights, beyond this cursed blood of mine. 

I’m going past that abominable curse to the source of virtue and merit. 

The skin of Welf’s clenched fist tore, seeping blood that sizzled in the flame. 

But the Crozzo blood did not evaporate. Instead it became a haze of heat that intermingled with, and then entered the adamantite. 

This cursed blood—the bloodline of the dead that Welf had inherited—became blindingly white-hot as it tried to answer the young smith’s will. 

As his mind ran wild in an unconscious state devoid of a sense of self or idle thoughts, it crafted a design acknowledging the fundamental laws, heeding divine providence, and overturning logic itself. 

As he spoke with the adamantite, Welf infused it with the plan he had drawn in his mind. 

“It won’t hold!!” 

At that very instant, the sound of metal being ripped apart thundered through the room. 

“Eyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!” 

Daphne’s shout was followed by Bors’s howl as he and his wrecked shield flew into the air. 

“?!!” 

With roars that sounded like declarations of victory, an avalanche of monsters spilled into the room. 

What began to take place afterward was a portrait of hell. 

Intent on trampling the adventurers whose battle line had crumpled, the monsters set upon them from every direction. 

“Form a circle! Don’t show the monsters your backs!” 


The party just barely managed to obey Aisha’s blurted command and form a circle, but it clearly wouldn’t last long. The monsters pressed further into the circle second by second, its circumference shrinking as if it were being steadily shaved away. 

Soon, they were forced back to where Cassandra was guarding Mikoto and Haruhime. Aside from the central area, the entire room was filled with monsters. 

“Aaaaaah…!” 

Concentric rings of monsters surrounded the adventurers. Cassandra felt the strength draining from her body as she stared out at them. 

The fighters were still repelling their enemies’ fangs and claws, but just barely. The moment they had lost control of the room, their morale had flagged. 

Their faces smeared with blood and sweat, the party was on the verge of accepting utter destruction. 

Cassandra stiffened as despair breathed down her collar for the umpteenth time, and was about to press her eyes shut. 

—? 

But as she did, she realized something. 

That sound— 

The hammer had gone quiet. 

The melody of the forge, which had continued up till that point no matter how fierce the howling of the monsters, had stopped. 

Cassandra looked over her shoulder, unsure what this change meant. 

“—” 

And then she saw it glittering. 

Whoa—! 

“Ouka!” 

At exactly the same moment, razor-sharp claws shredded Ouka’s shoulder, and at long last, he collapsed. Chigusa screamed his name as several bloodthirsty mermen flew at him. 

Their black shadows engulfed Ouka, who had stopped breathing. 

Their hideous fangs bore down on his fallen form—and then they burst into flame. 

“…What?” 

“GYAAAAAAAA!” 

As jaws of fire devoured the pack of mermen, time halted for Ouka, Lilly, and the monsters alike. 

The flames had come from the center of the room. 

Their source was the patch of ground inhabited by a single man, whom Lilly and the others had protected. 

Everyone looked in his direction. 

Like Cassandra, who was staring wide-eyed and unable to pull her gaze away, each of them processed what they were seeing. 

“—” 

The smith stood tall. 

Though his undine cloth flapped in waves of heat, its hems singed, he stood quiet and calm. 

In his left hand, he held his bandana. 

In his right hand, he held a gallant crimson longsword. 

“—OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!” 

The monsters had regained their destructive instinct. Shaking off their confusion, they flew at the adventurers, intent on initiating another bloodbath. 

“Can you give me a hand?” 

“What?” 

From all directions, every monster in the room flew at him. 

Welf was standing next to Cassandra with no means to block them on his own. 

“I can’t do it by myself—would you grab hold of this?” 

Cassandra peered into his eyes and grasped the hilt of the magic sword he held out. 

Monster fangs and claws drew close. 

The adventurers took their stances. 

Welf wrapped his hands around the same hilt Cassandra was gripping and pointed the tip of the blade toward the ground. 

“Here we go!” 

For Welf, this was the beginning. 

It was a mere foothold for reaching the level of mastery that the deity of the forge had achieved. 

He puffed out his chest as he spoke. 

To save his friends, and to carve his will into the world, he roared the weapon’s name for all the Dungeon to hear. 

“Shikou—Kazuki!” 

He thrust the blade into the ground. 

Instantaneously, huge crimson flames leaped upward. 

“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” 

Precisely as the monsters prepared to launch themselves toward Ouka, Chigusa, Lilly, Daphne, and Aisha, flames erupted from directly below. 

Neatly avoiding the adventurers—or rather, protecting them with a formidable wall—the flames leaped up in overlapping circles like a flower of fire. They had traveled through the ground from the tip of Welf’s sword and blossomed explosively the moment they reached the monsters’ feet. 

The group of adventurers standing at the eye of the storm was dumbfounded by the power of the flames and the waves of heat they radiated. Beyond the crimson haze, they heard mermen, kelpies, blue crabs, and lamias howling as they burned. 

The inferno was so powerful it immolated even water monsters normally resistant to fire attacks. Blasting in all directions around the adventurers, it looked as if the sun had descended into the Dungeon. 

“—Ah.” 

A flash of light shot across Casssandra’s brain. 

That most hideous of nightmares replayed in her mind alongside lines from the prophecy. In the dream, Lilly had died with her guts spilled everywhere; Haruhime had drowned in a sea of blood, torn to pieces; the bodies of Mikoto, Chigusa, and Ouka had been piled atop one another; Aisha, carrying the body of the renart, had teetered from exhaustion before finally getting swarmed and then devoured by multitudes of monsters; and a blood-drenched, hollow-eyed Daphne had drawn her last breath. 

The prophecy clearly referred to death, and the images had depicted annihilation—but Welf alone had not been included. 

“The hammer shall be shattered…” Welf had lost his arms and legs in a cruel vision. 

Certainly, his arms and legs had been severed in her dream. 

But that was all. 

In the prophecy, too, Welf was the only one whose certain death had not been hinted at with words like “flowers of flesh” or “torn to pieces.” 

What if he lost his four limbs but still remained alive? 

The last remaining piece of the prophecy, the warning in the sixteenth line, connected everything. 

Gather the fragments—The fragments were Welf’s four limbs. This suggested Cassandra, the healer, would restore them. 

Consecrate the flame—This was a metaphor for lighting a fire in the furnace in order to refine the magic blades. 

And finally, beseech the sun’s light—the answer to this puzzle was already plain to see. 

“A great sun…no, it’s blooming crimson lotus flowers in the shape of the sun.” 

An inferno in the shape of a sun had formed to protect the adventurers in their circular battle formation. And that “sun’s light” had indeed incinerated countless monsters. 

Heal the smith, watch over him as he worked at forging, and blaze a new trail with his magic blade. 

That was the full meaning of the sixteenth line. 

Cassandra’s actions had changed the future, and as a result, Welf never lost his four limbs. Neither had Daphne and the others died. 

Cassandra had won out over fate without losing a single one of her companions. 

—She had managed to prevent the prophecy from coming true. 

The prophetess of tragedy, fully understanding for the first time, stood rooted to the ground as the flames illuminated her face. Her hands still gripping the hilt of the magic sword, she looked at the face of the young man beside her. 

Welf gazed out at the towering flames and slowly parted his lips. 

“That’s right…this is the beginning. The beginning of my quest for supremacy.” 

For Welf, it was the beginning. 

It was a mere foothold for reaching the level of mastery that the deity of the forge had achieved. 

The sword hilt he still gripped tightly was no more than a masterful forgery born through imitating Hephaistos’s creations. 

That’s why he had partly dubbed it Shikou, or First Height. It was a name that contained his ambition to reach true mastery as well as signaling the start of his journey to realize that goal. 

It was the beginning of his climb toward the peaks—the first of a series, worthy of commemoration. 

The strength of this new type of magic blade depended on the magical power of its user, and for that reason, it would never run dry. Its life span was not determined by a predetermined expiration date. 

This sword was not fated to crumble; it had shaken off that destiny. It was a Welf’s Magic Sword—the only one in the entire world. This weapon’s strength was not only directly in proportion to its user’s strength, it would continue to develop as its owner grew. Just a moment ago, Welf had added the magical power of Cassandra, a healer, to his own in order to increase the sword’s attack strength. 

Welf’s magic blades would never shatter again. 

Never again would they corrupt the pride of the person who used them or the dignity of the smith who created them. 

They would accompany their user through life, developing together like a part of their own body, forging a bond that only death could separate. 

“…Hey, you guys.” 

The braying of the flames had faded and the room was quiet again. As Daphne and then all the others slowly turned to face him with incredulous eyes, Welf addressed them. 

“I’m ready to give back the lives you put in my hands.” 

He pulled Kazuki from the ground and hoisted it onto his shoulder. 

Daphne’s eyes happened to meet Welf’s at that exact moment, and she blushed. 

Cassandra smiled at the smith, who looked exhausted but at peace. Ouka also recovered from his stunned state and turned up the corners of his mouth. 

“You did it!!” 

He, Aisha, Bors, and even Lilly joined in praising the smith. 

Welf grinned faintly in return, then grew serious. They had to get moving, and fast. 

Leaving behind immense heaps of ash that had once been monsters, the adventurers dashed out of the room. 

 

“—?” 

Just as that party took flight, elsewhere, Tsubaki raised her head. 

“What is it, meow?” 

“Oh…nothing, it’s just…” 

For once, Tsubaki had no ready answer for Chloe’s question. It was simply a feeling—or rather, the sixth sense of a smith. She tried to put her premonition into words, but quickly gave up and shook her head. If she didn’t focus on her immediate surroundings, she would undoubtedly trip up. 

“OOOOOOOOOOOO!” 

The passage in front of her eyes was packed with monsters. Starved for blood, they roared incessantly. 

This was the twenty-sixth floor. 

Tsubaki and her companions had made it partway through the ordeal of descending the cliff, but as soon as they got past the twenty-fifth floor, harpies, sirens, and other winged monsters appeared, forcing them to give up on that route. They’d decided instead to enter the twenty-sixth-floor maze before they were hurled against the Great Falls. 

“Zaa!” 

Tsubaki guided her sword boldly and skillfully through the wave of grotesque beasts dashing toward them. 

Silently, almost like magic, multiple monster heads were sent dancing through the air. The terrible flash of silver sliced the long body of an aqua serpent in half, then switched direction to sever the head of a crystal turtle. 

The blade she held in her hands was Benishigure, a magnificently crafted naginata-style polearm without a single nick on its blade. She had forged it herself, a first-class weapon that reigned unchallenged over all others. It flashed through the air like swirling flower petals, sending down a rain of fresh blood worthy of its name, which meant Scarlet Winter Shower. 

Any monster standing in Cyclops’s path was soon stained red and deposited atop the growing mountain of corpses. 

“Out of my way~~~~~~~~~!!” 

The fighting style of the three waitresses rampaging in front of Tsubaki was equally extreme. Befitting their employment at The Benevolent Mistress, which had its own interesting history, their combat skills could not exactly be described as average. 

While Ahnya mowed down a pack of mermen with one swing of her golden lance through their torsos, Chloe cut a fast-rolling crystal urchin into slivers with her assassin’s blade. At the same time, Runoa’s merciless knuckledusters tore through the intestines and chest of a kelpie rearing up to strike, transforming it into a mass of ash. 

They were making quick work of the lower-level monsters. But no matter how many they slaughtered, the flood was endless. 

“We don’t know much about the Dungeon, but wow!” 

“Yeah, is it always such a crazy party down here, meow?” 

Runoa and Chloe kept fighting the unending battle as they spoke. Tsubaki and Ahnya, too, wielded their respective naginata and sword as they answered. 

“If things were always like this, the place would be littered with the corpses of adventurers!” 

“This is an Irregular for sure, meow! I’ve never seen the Dungeon like this!!” 

Their expressions were racked with anxiety as they struggled to contain the deluge of monsters, never mind stemming the tide. They were thinking of Hestia Familia, believed to be in this zone, and Gale Wind, whose location was still unknown. This was not an easy situation to break out of, even with Level 5 Tsubaki in their party. What might have happened to a group of adventurers lacking similar strength? 

“The monsters are howling like crazy…!” 

Even Runoa, who knew little of the Dungeon, could sense something unusual was happening as battle cries echoed from every corner of the floor. It was as if the Dungeon itself was running wild because it couldn’t get the situation under control. 

“…I’ve got the feeling there’s a really nasty monster around here, meow.” 

“What? What do you mean?” 

“Just a hunch, meow. Still…my tail’s quivering. Might be on this floor, might be above or below, but there’s something nasty nearby, meow.” 

Chloe narrowed her eyes in irritation as Tsubaki glanced back at her. As if to back up what experience told her was true, her ears moved constantly and the fur on her slim tail stood on end. Ahnya and Runoa seemed nervous as well; their time together with Chloe had taught them to trust her as someone who was as sensitive to danger as a stray cat. 

What they didn’t realize was that by entering the twenty-sixth floor, and therefore dividing the attention of the monsters, they’d miraculously lightened the burden of the other party also fighting on that floor. 

Unbeknownst to them, their struggle had allowed that certain other party to break through the wall of monsters and enter the twenty-seventh floor. 

That said, how could Tsubaki and the others have possibly known that they had just ushered the other party into an even more harrowing situation? 

“…! A scream?!” 

Just then, Ahnya’s ear’s stood straight up. Amid the war cries of the monsters, she had made out the sound of a human voice. 

 

“The twenty-seventh floor!” 

“We made it!” 

Welf and Lilly shouted excitedly the second their feet hit the flat crystal ground on the far side of the connecting passage. The labyrinth here didn’t look significantly different from what they had seen on the twenty-fifth and twenty-sixth floors. The size of the crystal columns and the passageways themselves, however, was generally larger. 

“Stop spacing out! We’re gonna keep moving!” 

Aisha didn’t even give the party a second to catch their breath before hurrying them along. She was determined to reach the lower-level safety point as soon as possible. 

“Monsters incoming!” 

“Out of my way!” 

As a great swarm of monsters hurtled toward them from the distance, Welf pushed Ouka out of the way and leaped to the vanguard. 

“Kazukiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!” 

He swung Shikou Kazuki through the air. It spit out a dramatic tongue of dancing flame that burned the entire swarm to a crisp. 

“He did it again…!” 

“Seems a lot stronger than his old blades!” 

Cassandra and Daphne stared in shock at the vista of decimated enemies. That’s how unprecedented the war cry of this new magic sword was. Aisha smiled to herself, a storm of sparks flowing around her as she took on the monsters popping up from side tunnels while Welf handled the main route. 

A magic blade that never shatters…! He’s crafted us quite the weapon, hasn’t he?! 

The scarlet-and-crimson sword glittered brilliantly against the backdrop of their surroundings. It had played a starring role on their journey to the twenty-seventh floor as well. They’d lured the monsters into cramped passageways and then torched them en masse. There wasn’t even a need to chant when monsters tried to approach during the downtime between magic-blade attacks. As long as they had the timing right, the monsters never got a chance to draw near, and if a couple did happen to escape the flames, Aisha and the others could easily take care of the leftovers. Plus, they were free of the anxiety they’d always felt from not knowing when a Crozzo’s Magic Sword would shatter. 

In the party’s current heavily wounded state, Welf’s magic sword had drastically reduced the burden of fighting and turned the hopeless prospect of reaching the twenty-seventh floor into a reality. Aisha silently commended the smith’s achievement in such a tough spot. 

Still, she had some concerns. 

Instead of eventually shattering…I guess they consume the user’s Mind like spells do. 

She could already see the exhaustion lining Welf’s face. It wasn’t possible to constantly summon such overwhelming firepower. Conducting this many attacks entailed a rate of Mind depletion that completely dwarfed the strain of using anti-magic fire. 

“Ignis, hang in there!” 

“I know!!” 

As Aisha hollered at the sweat-drenched Welf, she silently swore she wouldn’t be caught dead carrying a male adventurer on her back, and redoubled her own efforts. Swinging her podao again and again, she cleared a way forward for the party with a ferocity equal to Welf’s magic. 

“—Oh no!” 

“Don’t tell me this was the main hunting party…!” 

They had been following the paths up and down inside the multilevel maze for some time when they stumbled upon a horrific scene. 

Chigusa went pale and Ouka groaned as blood-spattered crystal walls, still-wet pools of blood, and half-eaten arms and eyeballs sprang into view. Most likely, they had been killed by the monster Bors had spoken of, each corpse belonging to a victim the beast had hunted down. The water nearby was dyed light pink, as though some of the bodies had been dragged inside. 

The scene hinted at the sort of atrocious banquet that had taken place here. Aisha examined the space, oddly glad Haruhime was currently unconscious. 

“What the hell showed up here…?!” 

As they stood stock-still while taking in the aftermath of a string of murders that stretched into the distance like footprints, each member of the party tried to imagine what monster could have carried out this massacre on the hunting party. 

Had it really managed to kill so many adventurers? 

Was it still on the twenty-seventh floor? 

Had Bell and Lyu managed to survive their encounter with this calamity? 

As those idle musings crossed her mind, Aisha glanced at Bors, the only member of the group to have actually seen the monster. She was worried he might once again be consumed by terror, but that was not the case. 

“…I can’t hear it.” 

He was simply in shock. 

“What?” 

“That hopping sound…that sound it makes when it moves, I can’t hear it anymore…!” 

The calamity played a certain melody of death—an omen of destruction bouncing ever closer, as if it were ricocheting off the floors, walls, and ceiling. Bors had experienced that hell firsthand. The calamity on legs had instantly located and lashed out at them, no matter where they tried to hide, and he was disturbed that there was no longer any sign of it. 

“Is it really…gone? Could Gale Wind and Bell have killed it?” 

Aisha didn’t know how to interpret the words Bors mumbled in a daze. Was he expressing a real hope or unfounded optimism? She didn’t know, so she decided to keep moving. 

“Bors, take us to the last place you saw Gale Wind!” 

“Right!” 

Whether the monster was still there or not, every second was precious. Aisha chose action over stagnation. She pushed Bors to the head of the party and told him to lead the way. 

“…n’t…don’t.” 

The moment they set out, however, Aisha heard a strange voice. 

“Don’t…go that way.” 

“…?” 

The warning came to her in fragments between the sounds of the party’s pounding feet. The words were spoken haltingly in human language. 

She checked around but saw no one. The only things reflected in her eyes were dimly glittering crystals, bloody weapons scattered on the ground, and water running alongside dry land. 

Only she had heard the voice. It sounded urgent and tearful, as if it was desperately trying to hold them back. Although she sensed those emotions, however, her only choice was to ignore the warning. 

That was because she knew the rest of the party would not stop until they found Bell. 

“Here it is…!” 

Finally, they reached an enormous room with both an abundance of solid land and numerous waterways. The entire space was scarred by traces of a terrific battle. 

“What…is…this?!” 

Enormous crystal formations were lying about, webbed with cracks as if something had crashed into them with incredible speed. Deep fissures ran through the ceiling, walls, and floor, which were perforated with deep, cave-like holes. Some of the crystal columns looked like they’d been melted by the extreme high heat of a flare. 

Every corner of the room bore scars. 

“What could have possibly caused this kind of damage…?” Daphne wondered aloud. Beside her, Ouka stared around in a daze. 

The adventurers didn’t need to say it aloud to know that a huge battle had taken place here, and that it had been a fight to the death with a monster far more powerful than any of them. 

The problem was that neither winner nor loser remained in the room. 

There was no pile of ash to show that a monster had been slain, nor did they see the tragic remains of an adventurer who had met a cruel end. The noisy gurgling of the waterways crossing one another was all that remained on the wrecked battlefield. 

Welf and the others walked to the center of the room, but found no clues there, either. 

As if pulled by some invisible force, Lilly approached a patch of land where the fighting had been so fierce it had changed the very direction the water flowed in. 

Among several holes in the ground, she saw one vertical shaft that was larger and deeper than the others. It looked like it had been carved out by something spinning, and seemed to continue all the way through to the floor below them. As Lilly stared wordlessly down the hole, she felt as if it led all the way to the deepest depths of the Dungeon. Like the chamber’s other scars, it was slowly healing and closing itself up. 

—It can’t be. 

Suddenly, Lilly thought of the lambton, a deep-level monster she would never have expected to meet in this watery zone. 

The possibility seemed outrageous, yet alarm bells were ringing in a corner of her mind. 

“Where the hell did all the corpses go? I saw those guys kick the bucket myself…Did those damn monster eat them, too…?” 

Clearly still fearing the hideous creature he had encountered, Bors closely examined the copious amounts of gore left behind by the missing adventurers. 

He was the only one who knew exactly what had happened here. The rest of the party peered around as he spoke. 

Who would be on a battlefield where neither winners nor losers remained, where all who had fought had disappeared? Of course it would be looters who stomped on the dignity of fallen warriors. Bandits who devoured towering piles of corpses to satisfy their hunger. But this devastated battlefield was not home to any loping hyenas on its land or any circling vultures in its skies. 

What it did have was corpse fish lurking in its waters. 

“?!” 

Splash, splash. 

Suddenly, multiple forms broke the water’s surface and swam into the air. 

“Fish monsters…? Floating in the air…?!” 

Ouka gaped as the piscine bodies floated through seemingly empty space. 

The bodies were made of stone. They were purplish black and ranged in length from one to two meders, with eight protruding appendages resembling fins. Where a pair of eyes should have been was only a single goggling eyeball. 

The ragged scraps of human flesh stuck between their sharp fangs answered the question of where the corpses had gone. 

“Voltemeria!” 

Aisha, who had been to the twenty-seventh floor before, grimaced. 

The voltemeria was a rare monster found only on that floor. Its potential ranked among the highest in the Water Capital, right alongside the kelpie. Its stone body was exceedingly resistant to physical attack, while its powerful jaws and sharp fangs could crush even the heaviest armor donned by adventurers. Its ability to swim through the air distinguished it from all other aquatic monsters. 

With a composition similar to that of light quartzes, which also were present on the twenty-seventh floor, the fish monsters were able to float approximately three meders aboveground. Their speed, however, far exceeded that of the floating crystal monsters; voltemeria lunged at adventurers like menacing demons swimming in air just as they would in an underwater battle. Instead of “living fossils,” adventurers usually referred to them as “flying fossils.” 

Normally voltemeria only inhabited areas where multiple waterways met and formed deep pools. But the smell of blood from the massacre had drawn them here. 

Now, they were leaping incessantly from every waterway in the room. 

“There’s so many…!” 

“We’re surrounded…!” 

The endless splashing the voltemeria caused as they flew into the air upset Cassandra, and her alarm quickly spread to Chigusa. They could easily count thirty of the floating fish in front of them. 

This is bad. 

Daphne paled as she took in the scene. 

Their advance through the twenty-sixth floor had been an exercise in risk-taking. They had holed up in various rooms and survived monster attacks by limiting the front they presented to only the entryways. But now they were under siege. The monsters were using the massive chamber to their advantage to attack from all directions, including from overhead and underwater. There were far too many for the party to take down one by one. 

On top of that, the fish could move through both air and water. Even with Welf’s magic sword, there was no way to wipe out an enemy that crept up on them from both directions. 

“Ignis, can you burn them all?” 

“Do I have a choice?” 

Welf spat out his response to Aisha like a curse. He was on the verge of a Mind Down. Aisha could tell from one glance at his harrowed face. 

The party realized that for the third time, they were staring into the jaws of death. They had lost track of Bell and Lyu again, and with it went all indication of what was the correct way forward. The party’s physical stamina and their will to go on were both dwindling. 

“…” 

The stone voltemerias made no sound. They simply rolled their single eyes ceaselessly in their foreheads, signaling that they would never let their prey escape. 

The school of monster fish encircled the adventurers exactly like a snake coiling around its prey or a pitch-black tsunami about to swallow them whole. From outside the room, they could hear a thundering mixed chorus of other monsters. Faced with the Dungeon’s infinite pool of resources, the adventurers nearly sunk to their knees. 

“—!!” 

The next instant, the taut thread of tension snapped and the monsters flew toward them. 

The merciless siege had begun. 

Predictably, Welf’s magic sword was the first weapon to intercept this school of voltemerias so numerous it could have been considered a monster party on its own. Kazuki’s breath of fire annihilated ten of the monster fish, but another thirty bore down on them from a different direction. 

Frantically fighting for their very lives, Bors and the others struck back. They sliced, ripped, jabbed, and crushed, struggling desperately to protect their wounded companions and rearguard members currently in the center of their circular formation. 

But it was no more than the final struggle of a cornered animal. 

“Shiiiiiiiiiiit!” 

Lilly’s stores of items were long exhausted, and Cassandra’s Mind had been drained to the last dregs. Welf’s fingers were already slipping from the hilt of his magic sword. Ouka’s brute strength, Daphne’s quick wit, Chigusa’s weapon handling, and Bors’s tenacious grip on life were all on the verge of running out. Even the ever-flowing stream of curses from Aisha’s mouth was beginning to run dry. 

They killed monster after monster, but still the throng came. One of the fish clamped its jaws hard on Daphne’s shoulder. The girl vomited blood. Ouka pried it off her with brute strength. Next came his turn to feel sharp fangs sinking into his arm. Cassandra and Chigusa screamed. Lilly lost hope in her own meaningless commands. 

Then a singular darkness blacked out their vision. 

A wall of flying fish had surrounding them. 

The adventurers were about to be smashed flat by voltemerias. The purplish-black wave was about to swallow them. It was precisely the “cage of despair” that the prophetess of tragedy had sought to avoid. 

And then, like a fatal blow, the adventurers glimpsed a sight so horrible it broke their spirits. 

“But that can’t…” 

From outside the room, an avalanche of monsters led by a lamia thundered in. 

The assorted species roared their individual terrible cries. 

The adventurers gasped at the overwhelming numbers they faced. 

“Is this the end…?” 

Someone muttered the words, and all understood their horrible meaning. The voltemerias set upon the discouraged adventurers with renewed vengeance. 

“—!! Haruhime?!” 

“Cassandra?!” 

Fangs of death bore down on the rear guard. 

Having broken through the front line, the monsters closed in on Lilly and Cassandra, who were respectively guarding Mikoto and Haruhime. As their bodies slammed against Cassandra, she went flying together with Haruhime. The renart was hurled onto the ground some distance away, while Cassandra looked up to find herself staring into a hideous maw. 

Her pupils contracted. 

She was staring directly at death. 

Daphne was shouting something. 

Cassandra shut her eyes in the face of her inescapable demise. 

And then— 

A lamia flew at her from the side and tore the oncoming voltemeria to shreds. 

“—Huh?” 

The claws drew a bloody arc through the body of the floating fish. 

As Cassandra froze on the spot, the lamia mowed down the other voltemeria near her with its long snakelike lower body. 

“aaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!” 

The lamia thrashed and screeched in a shrill voice. 

Other monsters followed suit. Unbelievably, the pack that had just barged into the room began attacking the voltemeria. 

Time seemed to stand still as the adventurers watched the monsters begin to slaughter one another. 

“Infighting?!” 

“What is going on?!” 

Daphne and Ouka whipped their heads back and forth, watching the fight in confusion. In no time at all, the battle had turned into an all-out melee. The adventurers stood like statues, unable to make sense of the scene before them. 

“…Wh-what the…?” 

“…” 

Lilly was in a daze behind the still-stunned Cassandra, gazing at the monsters attacking the voltemerias. 

The newcomers were terrifyingly strong. 

Their faces were stained red with what looked like gory makeup. 

They were carrying weapons. 

“—” 

Lilly’s eyes practically popped out of her head. 

The lamia—the same one that had just rescued Cassandra—noticed Lilly’s gaze and shot her an adorable secret wink. 

It was not the unfeeling blink of a monster’s eye, but more like the sort of wink a human would give a dear friend. 

Lilly’s chest filled with an emotion so strong she could hardly breath. 

“—The Xenos!” 

She was practically weeping as she screamed the words. 

“Greetings once again, good people of the surface!” 

No sooner had she cried out than a form danced through the air and landed at her side. 

This figure wore a hood and robe that covered the entire body. Lilly recognized this as a disguise meant to impersonate an adventurer. 

She remembered those monster eyes that were so warm and kind. 

“We have come to rescue you!” 

Under her hood, the harpy Fia shook her deep red hair and smiled brightly at the teary-eyed Lilly. 

“Are you well, Miss Lilliluka?” 

The next moment, another small monster arrived at Lilly’s side, having just used a battle-ax far too large for its size to split a voltemeria in half. It was Lett, the gentlemanly red-cap goblin. He, too, was wearing a robe to disguise his true identity. 

“Why are you here…?” Lilly asked, still unable to quell her surprise. 

“Fels ordered us to come! Rei and several of the others are on a separate mission at the moment, but the rest of us rushed here under Lido’s command!” 

Such was the Will of Ouranos when he had learned of the irregularities in the Dungeon. The Xenos had received the wizened deity’s mission during their assault on the man-made dungeon, Knossos, and had split into two groups accordingly. Rei had taken charge of the group that remained in Knossos while Lett’s group had taken the secret passage on the eighteenth floor into the Dungeon and headed straight for the Water Capital based on the information Ouranos had provided. Taking the shortest possible route and using any means available, they had even barged straight through the adventurers’ line of defense to rescue the rear guard. 

In fact, the monsters that had caused a huge panic among the adventurers returning to Rivira were these very Xenos. 

They had done it all to rescue Hestia Familia, whom they believed had gotten pulled into the maelstrom of a certain calamity’s return. 

If an outsider had seen Lett and Fia in their costumes, they wouldn’t have been the least bit suspicious, but Lilly lost all words at their explanation. 

“We made a pledge to Mr. Bell! We promised to come running to your aid if you should ever find yourselves in trouble!” 

They had only made it in time because they were Xenos. 

Even the support troops Lilly had requested would have been too late to save them from this scene of tragedy. 

Only the monsters that Hestia Familia had shaken hands with, forged a relationship of trust with, and ultimately saved from certain death could have made it in time to rescue them from imminent danger. 

“We have come to pay back our debt to our irreplaceable friends!” 

And there was one more reason. 

There was the bond that Bell had woven. 

Just as that young boy had saved Lilly, he had also saved the Xenos, and now they were here to return what he had freely offered them. 

There was no way to stop the tears spilling from Lilly’s chestnut eyes this time. 

“B-but, how did you get here? How did you find Lilly and her companions in this immense Dungeon…?” 

She hurriedly rubbed her eyes dry. 

Fia answered with a smile. 

“We have Helga and Aruru to thank for that!” 

“Meep!” 

As Cassandra lay slumped on the ground, a white al-miraj straddling a hellhound appeared before her. Ignoring her shock, the fluffy white monster raised one hand energetically, as if to say, Hello again, old friend! 

“Y-you…” 

The wide-eyed Cassandra had seen these faces before on that unforgettable day when these very same armed monsters had appeared on the surface and plunged Orario into complete chaos. 

Obeying a prophetic dream, Cassandra had secretly protected the hellhound and the al-miraj. 

“Meep! Meep!” 

“Woof, woof!” 

Cassandra yelped as the al-miraj threw its arms around her and the hellhound licked her. She was about to faint as the white rabbit monster buried its face in her cleavage and nuzzled her breasts. As it looked up at her with its red eyes, she couldn’t help flinching a little. 

“Did you…come to find me?” 

The little round eyes glittered as the al-miraj rubbed its face against her chest. Cassandra took that as a yes—but an instant later, a shock ran through her, taking her breath away. 

“That dream I had…with the jet-black wave and the rabbit charm…” 

It had happened about twenty days earlier, just before the battle on Daedalus Street. She had seen a prophetic dream that led her to shelter the al-miraj. 

In the dream, a jet-black wave had swallowed her up. Just as she was on the verge of death, she had taken out a rabbit charm she’d received beforehand and managed to escape. At the time, she’d taken the black wave as a representation of the black minotaur. Because she protected the al-miraj, she’d avoided being attacked by the frightening beast. 

But now that she thought about it more closely, that interpretation seemed odd. 

If she hadn’t protected the “rabbit” like the oracle had dictated and gone to the place it had told her to go, she wouldn’t have encountered the minotaur in the first place. Maybe Daphne had been right when she’d gotten mad and told her she was acting in a play she wrote herself. 

In other words, the destruction she avoided by protecting the al-miraj hadn’t taken place that day. 

Cassandra looked around in a daze. 

The voltemeria were black. And when a mass of them crowded together, they looked exactly like a jet-black wave. 

Could it be that the dark wave that swallowed her in that dream wasn’t the minotaur but rather the school of black flying fish? 

Had the “rabbit charm”—that is, the al-miraj—grown used to her scent when she cared for it for days on end and then used it to locate her in the Dungeon? 

Squeezing the fluffy white monster with her right hand as it gently pawed her cleavage, she realized that she had only just evaded the fate laid out in the prophetic dream moments ago. 

“Can prophetic dreams be redundant…? Was the vision of that day a warning to avoid the destruction of today?” 

Cassandra looked questioningly at the al-miraj and the hellhound who seemed so overjoyed to see her. 

Meanwhile, Daphne—who was totally overwhelmed by the unexpected turn of events—wasn’t paying attention to Cassandra, who had mustered up her courage and was about to furtively hug the monsters. 

“…Nope, can’t do it!” 

“Meep?” 

Well intentioned or not, it seemed that she still wasn’t ready to go that far. 

“You guys…” 

On the verge of a Mind Down, Welf could only manage a few mumbled words. But as he watched, a troll, a lamia, and a deadly hornet wiped the floor with a huge school of voltemerias while totally ignoring the adventurers. 

“Wh-what…the hell is going…on?” 

“Are these…the armed monsters we heard about?” 

“I thought Loki Familia wiped them out on Daedalus Street!” 

Bors, Chigusa, and Ouka were hopelessly confused. Daphne was still frozen, unable to understand what was happening. The monsters appeared to be protecting the adventurers, or rather prioritizing their fierce battle with their own kind as they ignored the adventurers. Bors, Chigusa, Ouka, and Daphne couldn’t manage much more than a freaked-out response, let alone a coherent reaction. 

But Welf understood what was happening. 

A gargoyle flew over his head, noticed Welf’s stare, and glanced back at him before turning away like a rude person. Suddenly, savage air combat commenced. Completely overpowered by the Xenos with its huge, nearly indestructible stone wings, the voltemerias fell one after the next. 

Below the gargoyle, a certain lizardman was fighting his own battle. With countless ground-battle victories under his belt, the proud warrior sliced through several furious flying fish with one swipe of the scimitar in his right hand, while pounding still more with a bold swing of the longsword in his left. 

As he sped in front of Welf, the lizardman turned up the corners of his fang-filled mouth. 

He looked like he was about to smile. 

—Guess who else is here? 

That’s what the indomitable glint in his narrowed reptilian eyes seemed to say as he glanced across the room. 

Welf followed his gaze and jumped in surprise. 

A figure in a black robe was dashing across the battlefield— 

“…Ahh.” 

Haruhime’s eyelids fluttered as something moved against her cheek. 

She felt very groggy, almost like some gauze draped over her ears was muffling the sounds around her. 

The one thing she knew for sure was that she was on a battlefield. 

Perhaps due to the persistent aftereffects of the Mind Down, an extraordinary exhaustion and lethargy weighed down her arms and legs. But she had to sing. She understood her role as a sorcerer. She could not afford to remain lying down. 

Haruhime whipped her body with the lash of her will. She needed to summon strength in her limbs and bring a chant to her lips. She had to grant that miraculous light to her companions. But right as she was thinking that she should stand up, and fast, like Bell had done on that day in the past—somebody took her in their arms. 

“…?” 

As she realized that her body was being gently supported, she opened her eyes. 

She saw a pair of amber eyes, and then a face filled with a warm red light. 

It looked exactly like the face of the girl Haruhime had been thinking of ceaselessly since they parted. 

As soon as her hazy vision came into focus, Haruhime’s lips spoke the girl’s name. 

“Lady…Wiene…?” 

In response to the feebly whispered words, the dragon girl’s face blossomed into a smile, her blue-white hair swaying. 

“Yes, Haruhime.” 

Tears fell from Haruhime’s green eyes at the sound of the vouivre’s voice. 

“I’ve come to save you!” 

“Ah…ahhhh…!” 

Still kneeling, the Xenos drew her close in her slender arms. Haruhime found holding back her emotions an impossible feat. 

She had never stopped thinking of this girl who felt so much like a sister or a daughter. Not a day had passed when she did not think of her. Her tender feelings at seeing Wiene again swept away any thought of exhaustion. She wrapped her own arms around the dragon girl and pulled her close. Wiene nuzzled her tear-stained face against Haruhime’s. 

“I wanted to see you so much, Haruhime!” 

“Me too…me too!” 

“I didn’t cry the whole time! I didn’t want to make you worry!” 

Like Fia, Wiene was wearing a robe that concealed her head and body. Her beautiful voice sounded like birdsong to Haruhime’s ears. 

“But…now I can’t stop crying!” 

Haruhime felt as if her heart would burst. The dragon girl’s smile was as pure as the clear tears rolling down her cheeks. 

They embraced once again. 

“Ms. Wiene…!” 

“Wiene has been taking part in our various activities, and when she heard you were in trouble, she said she wanted to come no matter what.” 

Lilly had been watching the reunion unfold in happy surprise. As Lett explained the dragon girl’s motivations, she sensed the truth in his words. She thought back warmly on the days she had spent on the surface with Wiene. She truly had become a part of their familia. 

“What is going on in here, meow~~~~?!” 

Just then, she heard an oblivious voice shouting at them from the room’s entryway, accompanied by the sound of a monster being brazenly kicked aside. 

Ahnya and her party had arrived just a few steps behind the Xenos. 

“We found the adventurers, but…” 

“The monsters are killing one another, meow?!” 

The panting Ahnya was startled out of her wits by the scene they found inside the room. Runoa and Chloe also gaped at the ferocious battle between the various monsters—that was to say, between the voltemeria and the Xenos. 

After the band of four heard Lilly’s scream, they had followed Chloe’s hunch to the twenty-seventh floor, where they caught a glimpse of a terrifyingly strong parade of armed monsters from behind. Sensing the monsters might be up to something based on their single-minded march into the floor’s depths, Ahnya and her companions had decided to follow them. Whenever they lost sight of the parade, they simply followed the sounds of fighting before eventually ending up in this room. 

“Ms. Ahnya…! Lady Hestia really came through for us!” 

Lilly was the first to guess the meaning of their arrival, silently cheering her patron deity’s response to her request for support from the surface. 

Meanwhile, a certain half-dwarf was advancing toward a certain young man as if drawn to him magnetically. 

“Welf…” 

“Tsubaki?! Why are you…?” 

Tsubaki stopped in front of the confused smith. 

Her former colleague was in tatters. He was gasping for breath, covered in wounds large and small, and seemed ready to collapse at the slightest nudge. 

But for the moment, she didn’t care. All her single eye could see was the sword in his hands. 

“That magic sword…” 

It was a crimson longsword. Not a Crozzo’s Magic Sword—a Welf’s Magic Sword. 

Her right eye opened wide with a level of emotion Welf had never seen in it before. 

She was not so unsophisticated as to ask what it was, however. 

To the contrary, she found herself momentarily dumbstruck. One glance at the sword’s gleam told the master smith what Welf had achieved. 

“Heh-heh-heh, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!! So you’ve finally gone and don’t it, eh, greenhorn?” 

Her roaring laughter was hardly appropriate for a battlefield. As Bors and the others peered crossly at her, only Welf returned her gaze with clear eyes. 

“You tried your hand at it even though you didn’t know how far the heights of mastery go! You aimed for the peaks of the heavens!” 

“…” 

“I said you were an idiot, but to think you were actually an idiot even among idiots! And all the more a fool for giving unnecessary advice! Ahhh, what a cheeky bastard! A unique pleasure, this is!” 

Tsubaki’s words were neither insults nor criticisms, but instead the expression of pure delight. 

They were a sign of the rivalry she felt toward this boy who had exceeded her expectations. 

And they were proof that she had accepted him as a part of her tribe. 

“Congratulations, Welf Crozzo. You’re finally one of us.” 

Then she added, “And…welcome to hell.” 

Her praise was genuine; the master smith celebrated Welf’s achievement from the bottom of her heart. 

“I’m in a good mood. Leave the rest of these monsters to me.” 

“…! Wait, Tsubaki, those monsters are—” 

“I know, I know. I’ll only take down the ones that aren’t armed.” 

Tsubaki turned away from Welf, licking her lips at the arrival of a fresh school of voltemeria that the waterway had carried to her side. Unable to hide her excitement, she grinned as she set upon them like a demoness. 

Ahnya, Chloe, and Runoa threw themselves into action and joined Tsubaki in slaughtering the voltemeria for the sake of the paralyzed party they had come to save. 

A bitter battle between monsters, adventurers, and Xenos had begun. 

“Lido! Lidoooooooooo!” 

A soprano voice pierced the ceaseless sound of fierce fighting. The lizardman looked up to see the Xenos mermaid Mari popping her head out of a waterway. He hurried to her side. 

“Mari, you’re here of all places?! Then you must know what happ—” 

“Bell! Bell went below!” 

Mari tearfully interrupted Lido’s human words. 

“Bellucchi? Mari, you were with him?!” 

The surprised lizardman quickly made sense of Mari’s halting words, gleaning that Bell and an elf had been sucked into a wormhole and taken to a level somewhere below them, only to be followed by the “apostle of murder” that had recently spawned. The report matched up with what they’d learned about the “calamity” from the wizened god via Fels. 

“UOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!” 

The Xenos whipped their heads around toward Lido as he bellowed a war cry. That call was a message to monsters that humans could not understand. Having received his information, the lamia and several other Xenos howled back at him and immediately raced out of the room. 

“The armed monsters have…!” 

“One minute I think they’re fighting among themselves, and the next they’re taking off. What exactly is going on, meow?! I don’t understand one bit, meow!” 

Chigusa and Chloe watched in shock as the eccentric monsters hunted down the last few voltemerias before suddenly rushing out of the room. 

“Mr. Lido has—?!” 

“He said that Mr. Bell and an elven adventurer were taken to a lower level by another monster!” 

Lett, still wearing his adventurer disguise, had remained behind with Fia. He relayed what they had just learned. 

“It seems that an apostle of our mother, the Dungeon…a huge monster chased after Bell and the elf!” 

“…! And what floor are they on?!” 

“We don’t know! But if the god Ouranos’s guess is right…they could be in the deep levels.” 

Lett’s words left Lilly speechless. Her mind went completely blank at the prospect of this worst-of-all-possible news. 

“And Lido had a message for you…‘If you want to come, then come. We will take you there.’” 

“!!” 

Lido’s call to action startled Lilly. She perfectly understood what he was trying to say. 

“Ms. Ahnya!” 

“Meow, meow, meow? The white-haired one’s supporter is calling…?” The catgirl raised her voice as she turned toward Lilly without moving. The prum ran up to her. 

“What level are you, Ms. Ahnya?” 

“What kind of question is that, meow? More importantly, where is Lyu—?” 

“Oh for goodness’ sake! Just answer my question!!” 

“Meow? Level Four! Chloe, Runoa, and I are all the same level as Lyu, meow!” 

Frightened by Lilly’s bloodshot eyes and indignant expression, Ahnya answered reflexively. Lilly’s heart pounded at her answer. 

“—Then we can clear the Water Capital!” 

The very next instant, Lilly shouted a command to the party. 

“It is highly likely that Mr. Bell and Ms. Lyu were carried through a wormwell hole to a lower level! We’ll all head to the safety point and regroup! From there we will go to rescue Mr. Bell and Ms. Lyu!” 

“What…?!” 

Bors and the others stared at Lilly in a daze as she shot out her orders. 

“No arguments!!” 

The little commander proclaimed her decision like a tyrant. 

The mysterious waitresses from The Benevolent Mistress are actually Level Four fighters! And Tsubaki, the captain of Hephaistos Familia, is Level Five! If we work together with them and the Xenos, we can make our way through the twenty-eighth floor and beyond…! 

Lilly noted the fighting ability of Ahnya and her companions on her mental battle map, calculating whether the strategy she envisioned was feasible. 

She had guessed the intention behind Lido’s message correctly. 

The Xenos planned to rescue Bell together with Lilly’s party. Most likely they would maintain a certain distance from the adventurers as they searched for Bell and Lyu, relaying messages back and forth via bestial howls that Lett could interpret for them. This is what Lido meant by saying the Xenos would take them there. 

Starting with Lido and Gros, who both had Level 5 potential, the Xenos had high fighting ability. Including Tsubaki’s party meant they had more than enough strength for the battles that lay ahead. Plenty to break through the lower levels. All Lilly and the other Level 1 and 2 adventurers had to do was provide support. 

It was clear that an unexpected opportunity—a kind of opening—had materialized. But could they properly execute the strategy needed to take advantage of it? 

We might. 

No. We’re absolutely going to make it work! 

They would take up the challenge to defeat the Dungeon and find the boy and the elf. 

Nearby, Daphne and Cassandra were debating their next move. 

“You mean we’re looking for the wormwell’s hole? But we have no proof Rabbit Foot was even taken down there, let alone any assurance they’re alive…” Daphne argued. 

“L-let’s go with them, Daphne!! Let’s save Bell and Lyu!” 

“Oh geez! Fine, I’ll come along! It’s not exactly a question of logic now that we’ve come this far, anyway.” 

Daphne tried to voice her doubts about Lilly’s plans, but when Cassandra eagerly leaned forward to convince her friend, Daphne gave in and responded in a detached manner. 

Meanwhile, Bors was looking for a way out. As usual, he was putting his own safety first. 

“I’m not obligated to go along to the end…!” 

“What are you talking about? A Level Three fighter like you is valuable to us. We’re going to squeeze every drop of strength out of you until you’re bone dry!” 

“You’ve gotta be kidding me!” 

Aisha laughed shamelessly, having effectively denied him any chance to escape. At the same time, Tsubaki’s party was renewing its commitment to saving Lyu. 

“I don’t really get it…but if Lyu’s down below, then I’m going, meow!” Ahnya said. 

“In the Dungeon, the lower you go the worse it gets, right? Whew, I’m already exhausted.” 

“It’s a losing proposition if we’re not getting compensated for this quest, meow…And we’re not even adventurers.” 

“Ha-ha-ha! We’re all in the same boat now!” 

Tsubaki’s laugh swept away Runoa’s and Chloe’s lingering pessimism. 

Chigusa and Ouka, on the other hand, were still thinking about the scene they had witnessed on Daedalus Street, when a certain vouivre had rescued the children. 

“…I feel like those armed monsters…were intentionally helping us…” 

“…And those guys hiding behind robes who seemed to be adventurers…Smith, you better explain all this later!” 

“Not sure I can explain it very well!” 

Brushing aside their questions, Welf threw his two companions an annoyingly calm smile. 

That same vouivre was still standing beside Haruhime. 

“Let’s go, Haruhime! Let’s save Bell!” 

“Yes, Lady Wiene!” 

The dragon girl reached out her hand, and Haruhime squeezed it firmly. 

As Lilly looked around at the determination and high morale apparent in the faces of her companions, her little chest grew warm with emotion. 

We can do it…! With this party, we can make it to the deep levels!! 

There was just one problem left. 

“From here on out it’s a battle against time. We’ve got to find Mr. Bell while he’s still okay!” 

“…!” 

“Progress in the lower levels is slow. It’ll take us at least a day or two to reach the deep levels…!” 

Lilly responded to Lett’s muttered concern by clearing her throat. Without proper equipment, they would only be able to function in the lower levels for a limited amount of time. They didn’t have a second to spare. They had to advance at top speed if they were going to rescue Bell and Lyu. She momentarily pushed away the anxiety, uncertainty, and fear she felt swirling around her and issued an order. 

“We’re off!” 

The adventurers began to run. 

They left the room and flew into the main route leading to the next floor. 

The Dungeon could not stop them now. 

The war cries of the Xenos thundered ahead of them, as if they were welcoming this advancing front of courage. 



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