FAIRY CANON
2
With superb piloting, the School District made its way through the lake channel and docked in Meren after three years away—though for Lefiya at the time, this was her first visit.
“They’re baaaaaack!!!”
“Welcome back!”
“What sorts of adventures did you have this time?!”
When they entered port, Lefiya was moved by the heart-pounding scene.
A great crowd of people lined the bay, waving hands and banners and playing music just to welcome them home.
The School District’s return to port was the biggest event for Meren, and plenty of visitors from Orario had come to see the spectacle as well. And they weren’t just lining the harbor. People were standing on platforms and rooftops, leaping and waving flags, and little children were running alongside, waving.
This was the port that gave birth to the ship that traveled the world with its students. But today, Meren seemed like a proud parent celebrating its child’s homecoming, marveling at how much it had grown.
“This is amazing, Alisa! We were welcomed in the other towns we stopped at, but this is the first time I’ve seen so many people come out to see us! This is our triumphal return! Just like the stories!”
“Yes, it is. I enrolled after the last time it left Orario…so it’s my first time seeing something like this, too!”
Lefiya and Alisa were standing among the excited students lining the outer edge of the academic layer. Their chests swelled with the expectation that something wonderful might begin here.
“Orario is off-limits until the practical begins, but you have permission to enter Meren starting today. It has been a while, so please enjoy your time on land…is what I would like to say.”
“We expect Orario familias to be in Meren, scouting students before the official recruiting season begins. It’s only natural to get a little hasty with this much excitement in the air. As long as you choose your own path, the faculty will have no complaints. However, take care not to be carried away in the heat of the moment.”
The School District’s return was a special event. Unlike at any of their other stops, a full school assembly was held, with the principal, Balder, and the top professor, Leon, providing warnings and official guidance.
It was startling to learn that there was a harbor anywhere capable of berthing the entire School District, and after being overwhelmed by Meren’s welcome, Lefiya braced herself for the next shocking development. She would only learn later that their arrival also sparked numerous complaints from ships from many different countries, much to her chagrin.
“All right, it’s the night before we head to Orario! Time to cut loose! There’s apparently a brothel in Meren, too!”
“If you go, I really will sever all ties with you, Bardain.”
“Wh-whoa, that’s actually scary, Alisa! Your eyes are filled with disgust! Don’t make me develop a new fetish! I’m a boob man through and through!”
“Lefiya, lend me some money. I spent too much on research.”
“I don’t mind, but…where are you going, Nassen?”
“Meren Raaamen.”
“R-Ramen?”
“No, Meren Raaamen. Despite being a port town, it is a restaurant that takes the most heretical, unorthodox approach of making a pork-based dish instead of using a seafood base. But it’s delicious. Words can’t begin to describe it. Even knowing that I’m partaking of something malignant…that oil…my body craves it…”
“Wh-what…? And what is this raaamen anyway?”
“A soup-based noodle dish with various ingredients added is all I can say. There are many noodle dishes throughout the world, but there are none as addictive as this one. Even I became enthralled during the last return to port.”
“Huh…w-wait?! So you were enrolled three years ago, too?! Wait, are you saying that you’re older than me? With that baby face?!”
“Who are you calling a pretty little boy, you jerk? I’ll kick your ass.”
“Ugh?!”
Impatient to see the alabaster-white tower piercing the heavens, the students flooded into Meren with frenetic energy that made it seem like the night before a festival, just like Bardain said. (This was where Lefiya learned so much about the shops in Meren.)
The School District would stay docked in Meren for an extended time to undergo its overhaul. That vague notice was all that they were told, and the specific length of stay had not been announced.
It might be half a year or maybe even a full year.
Without flawless preparation, it wouldn’t be possible to travel the world for three full years, and if it stopped functioning and sank somewhere along the way, it would negate everything they had set out to do. (Ultimately, it would turn out to be a one-and-a-half-year stay, its longest overhaul ever. During that time, Lefiya would enter Loki Familia.)
Because it stayed in Meren the longest of anywhere, it was customary for student hopefuls to crowd into Meren and Orario. In fact, the most common homeland for students attending the School District was Meren and Orario. Part of the reason such an enormous crowd gathered to welcome the massive vessel home was because many of them were their parents. More than a few students would return home and spend this eve with their families.
In many ways, the School District’s return to Meren was a milestone. It was also when the closest thing to a graduation ceremony was held, which was the source of so many of Orario’s adventurers—though more precisely, it was an all-school party to celebrate people like Lefiya who had enrolled during the past three years as well as send off those who were graduating.
And that graduation ceremony would be held after the special practical in Orario.
Or rather, in the Dungeon…
“Everyone, stay in line. Advance carefully…wait, Bardain! Nassen! What are you doing?!”
“You’re too high-strung, Alisa! Just charge forward like we always do for fieldwork! It’s only the upper floors anyway!”
“I came last time as well. More important to collect samples. The ground, the walls, and other parts of the Dungeon. I’ve already used up the samples I gathered last time in my experiments. This time for sure, I’ll uncover the true nature of this absurd maze…”
“Nassen! Monsters are coming!”
After they were given permission to enter Orario, the four of them had immediately challenged the Dungeon.
Lefiya had heard countless stories about the Dungeon back in Wishe Forest. In ancient times, it was called the Great Pit, a den of monsters that had once pushed every inhabitant of the surface to the brink of extinction.
The first time she explored it, she had been nervous.
And then…she quickly became used to it.
She had been really surprised to see the monsters being born from the walls and had even been caught by surprise attacks several times, but she was able to defeat low-level monsters like goblins and kobolds in a single blow. They were certainly stronger than the monsters aboveground, but Lefiya and her friends had fought many dangerous monsters during their travels around the world.
Having attained Level 2, they were superhuman.
The residents of other lands and towns lauded them for their strength, and they had no trouble traversing through many dangerous regions. And the Dungeon, one of the three great unexplored regions of the world, was no different.
While hunting goblins and kobolds on the upper floors, their view of the Dungeon changed. “It’s nothing special.”
“But something is different about the adventurers we pass. I’m embarrassed I can’t put it into words, but maybe it’s that they seem more efficient…”
“Yeah, the adventurers’ boobs are bigger, too. Even if they’re not enormous, a lot of them are still well shaped…”
“That has nothing to do with anything, Bardain. But I do get what you’re saying, Alisa. Despite a disadvantage in levels and strength, some lower-tier adventurer parties make much more money than us at the exchange.”
“The first major difference is the custom of gathering magic stones from monster corpses. After generations of breeding, the monsters aboveground have developed far smaller magic stones in their bodies. When dissecting their corpses, the magic stones can be so small that they’re nearly invisible to the naked eye. But the originals are born directly from the Dungeon. Even on the upper floors, the smallest magic stones are between 1 and 1.5 celch—the size of a fingernail. With such a wealth of magic stones, anyone would focus on becoming more efficient. It also explains why they developed a culture of supporters. Specialized supporters appear to be disdained by adventurers here, but they are nonetheless useful in the exploration of the Dun—”
“Get to the point, Nassen!”
Setting aside a certain bull who was behaving exactly the same as always, Alisa and the others had discussed the subject several times in their dorm cafeteria while actively sharing their thoughts with other squads.
Nassen had a bottomless curiosity in the ecology and composition of the Dungeon, which could repair its landforms and birth monsters from the walls. Lefiya, on the other hand, felt her heart race at the scenery that kept changing as she went deeper into the mysterious labyrinth that was beyond the ken of mortals. Each new floor was another frontier waiting to be explored.
Lefiya was incredibly active in the Dungeon, almost to the point of recklessness. She boasted so much firepower that she was worthy of the title cannon. The 7th Squad’s teamwork was excellent, and with directions from Nassen, who was extremely insightful despite only being Level 1, Lefiya’s magic ensured the monsters never found any openings to attack.
She reveled in the feeling of being all-powerful, maybe even omnipotent. It was difficult for Lefiya not to feel a sense of exaltation that she was achieving more than anyone else in the world-famous Dungeon.
“Incredible, Lefiya! Beating that big horde of orcs in a single blast!”
“I-it’s thanks to your and Nassen’s directions…Bardain rampaging up front is more incredible.”
“That’s not true! He’s always saying that he can attack without worry thanks to your support.”
Because of the nature of the Dungeon, frontline and backline roles had to be divided.
At the time, Lefiya possessed an extraordinary level of magic power, even for students of the School District, so it was only natural that she would enjoy the limelight on the battlefield.
“Aren’t you pretty suited to be an adventurer?” Alisa excitedly asked.
Her words may well have been the reason that Lefiya started considering the path of an adventurer.
That day, the School District was enveloped in an excitement that matched its return to Meren.
“Hey, that’s them, isn’t it?!”
The students gathered at the railing and cheered as a carriage stopped in front of the ship. Two women stepped out.
“It’s Loki Familia!”
“A black-furred cat person and an amber-haired elf…Alsha and Elleaf?!”
“They didn’t send their top adventurers?”
“Idiot! They’re both Level Four!”
“Level Four, and they’re not even in charge…”
“Loki Familia’s insane!!!”
The students were boiling over as they studied Loki Familia’s recruiters.
The two of them seemed to be smiling awkwardly, but boys and girls alike screamed when they waved.
It was so incredible that when Bardain said, “The elf’s boobs are just amazing! And they’d be even more incredible if she stripped! I can tell!” Alisa and the other girls battered him without mercy.
“Seriously, just curl up and die, Bardain!” “I mean it, just die in a fire!” “Don’t you dare go anywhere near them, Bardain!”
It was so ferocious that Lefiya was actually a little scared.
She also knew about Loki Familia’s fame, and though she did not squeal or shriek like the others around her, she was secretly excited.
They were the new hope, and everyone hoped they would take Zeus’s and Hera’s places.
They stood on the very cutting edge of Dungeon exploration.
This was the grand familia led by a prum Hero, elven royalty, and a venerable dwarf warrior.
Those were just some of the many ways one of Orario’s strongest factions were hailed around the world.
It was the familia that an esteemed and revered high elf had joined as well. It would be a lie to say she did not factor that in.
“We’ve come to recruit, but…as you know, this is the first time Loki Familia has participated. I imagine there will be moments where we are unfamiliar with how things are done here, but I hope you will overlook that.”
“Of course, having come all this way, we will be giving all candidates serious consideration. I hope a follower who can stand at our side will emerge from among you.”
After watching Anakity and Alicia address a seminar room filled to capacity, Lefiya thought they looked beautiful and capable. These were women she could not help but admire.
Loki was famous for not getting along with Balder and not accepting any graduates, and she had been quite reluctant to participate in recruiting this time around. Apparently, the Guild had made so many requests that she finally gave in, and it was true that Anakity and Alicia had come much later than the other recruiters.
But even with other factions getting a head start, there was always a crowd following the pair when they came aboard and held seminars. The students were brimming with a desire to talk with them and ask questions. The numbers exploded in the seminar held for Combat Studies students after a brief mock battle. Many, many people were enraptured by Anakity’s sword techniques and Alicia’s skill with magic and bow.
Given their insane popularity, Lefiya had assumed it would be impossible to have a more private discussion.
“Good afternoon, fellow elf.”
“Eh…ehhhh?! L-Lady Alicia, Lady Anakity?!”
“You can drop the formalities. Adventurers aren’t known for their manners.”
She was working on schoolwork alone in the library when they came by just to say hello. As part of their recruiting, they were given permission to use the library and other facilities and even sit in on lessons.
Perhaps finding Lefiya’s panic amusing, they pulled her aside to an empty terrace off Breithablik to talk.
“Oh, so you’re in the elite Seventh Squad we’ve heard so much about?”
“W-we aren’t elite…more like a collection of problem children…! Always breaking the rules… It’s almost a miracle we haven’t been split up yet…!”
“Heh-heh, adventurers are much the same. As Aki indicated, hardly any would be called well behaved.”
Looking out across the academic layer with the breeze rustling her hair, Lefiya had been tense and nervous at first, but thinking she would probably never have an opportunity like this again, she decided to ask.
“Umm, Ms. Alicia, Ms. Anakity. Why do Orario’s adventurers pour all their strength into just exploring the Dungeon?”
“That’s an interesting question. I don’t imagine ‘because we’re adventurers’ is the answer you were looking for. Could you elaborate?”
“Umm…I know that the Guild has collected information regarding the Dungeon. They want adventurers to gather lots of magic stones to produce magic-stone goods so they can support the city. But I can’t help wondering why there has been so little notable research into an unexplored region like the Dungeon…”
For Lefiya, who had become enthralled by the unknown at the School District, Orario’s adventurers seemed almost unnatural.
There was something beyond mortal ken right in front of them, yet no one seemed to be focused on unraveling its mystery. Or rather, she assumed there were people doing that, but it certainly did not seem to be a particularly concerted effort.
Far more adventurers were exploring the Dungeon purely to earn their daily bread.
Lefiya understood the workings of familias as well. Patron deities provided blessings to their followers so they could earn money and fund their god’s activities. She understood that the School District’s arrangement was unique. But even so, how could they ignore such an incredible bounty just waiting to be discovered?
Even though he caused endless problems in his hunger for knowledge, Nassen’s quest to discover the true nature of the Dungeon seemed far more reasonable.
“Why don’t adventurers try to solve the mysteries of the Dungeon? …It just seems strange to me.”
Was it Orario’s policy? Or the divine will of deities indicating that there was no need to solve it?
Lefiya spoke at length. The nerves and excitement were a big reason why, but also because she was a true student of the School District.
Alicia, who watched in amusement as she spoke, finally answered:
“Because what we seek is something different.”
“Eh?”
“You are correct,” Alicia continued with a quiet smile. “Many adventurers have their hands full simply keeping their heads above water. Some seek fortune and fame. Others have their own dreams and ambitions. Many who came in search of those things are struggling against the cruelty of reality.”
“…”
“However, some…the higher-ranked factions, including our familia, seek strength above all.”
“Strength…?”
“That’s right. There are many different reasons, but…they all circle back to the fulfillment of the world’s greatest wish.”
“!!!”
Lefiya gasped.
“The Three Great Quests. With Zeus and Hera gone, someone had to step up and complete them. And that duty fell to the adventurers of Orario.”
Lefiya realized that she had forgotten.
Alicia was correct. What Orario sought now was the defeat of the living end, which had been unchanged from a thousand years in the past.
Of course, there were individuals who simply sought fame, fortune, or some other ambition. But the fundamental reason the city’s greatest factions, Loki Familia and Freya Familia, continued to explore the Dungeon was the Three Great Quests.
“I hail from a village in the north, not far from the valley of dragons. I came to Orario to eliminate the infuriating dragons that threatened our homes and forests. Like Lady Seldia…would be an arrogant statement, but it is true nonetheless that I became an adventurer because of righteous fury and a sense of duty.”
Sharing a part of how she came to be an adventurer, Alicia smiled as she added, “That I can fight alongside Lady Riveria, who bears the same royal lineage as Lady Seldia, is the greatest honor.”
“I will not claim that everyone is fighting to save the world. However, we understand our role.”
“Role…”
“And perhaps adventurers instinctively grasp that…with every new floor we reach, the deeper we go, the more we will understand the mysteries of the Dungeon. Just like how the mercenaries and explorers continually faced the unknown while building mankind’s fortress in the era when the Dungeon was still called the Great Pit.”
With that, Alicia finished her answer to Lefiya’s question.
Stunned, Lefiya stammered a thank-you.
At the time, her heart raced for some reason. Perhaps she had experienced a moment of elation, having interacted with such glistening, noble adventurers as the members of Loki Familia.
Lefiya immediately asked her next question.
“U-um! Would it, um…be strange for me to aspire to be an adventurer?…As a possible career path…umm, not for half-hearted or impure motives, of course!”
Alisa had complimented her, saying she it seemed like a good fit. This was probably also why these shining examples of adventurers had taken notice of her.
It wasn’t like Lefiya wanted them to tell her it would all work out. She had simply been inspired by their dazzling presence and wondered if she could become like them.
In response, Anakity, rather than Alicia, wore a pensive look for a moment before speaking.
“…Given we came to recruit, it’s probably not my place to say this, but…I wouldn’t recommend it.”
“Eh…”
“I’m not a god, so I can’t say with any certainty, but if Alicia took a liking to you, then I’d bet you’re an elf who can handle it. That said, if you’re doing it for no particular reason or because of what someone else said, you shouldn’t set your sights on becoming an adventurer.”
Lefiya’s stomach felt red hot. It was like she had read her mind.
Anakity didn’t say tell her this out of spite, but to offer advice.
“Being an adventurer isn’t a glorious job. It can be painful… If anything, there are more painful things than not. So I can’t recommend it to you at the moment. Not unless you decide you want to become an adventurer for yourself.”
Lefiya felt like she had been doused with cold water. There was an unmistakable air of experience to what Anakity said. She was absolutely correct, and Lefiya’s motives were incredibly shallow. Her long ears burned in shame, and if there had been a hole nearby, she would have had a hard time resisting the urge to crawl inside it.
And they could surely tell exactly what Lefiya was feeling.
Alicia put her hand on Anakity’s shoulder, and stepping right in front of Lefiya, she said, “It’s all right.”
“Gh…?”
“There is nothing shameful about being interested in something. And if it is your dream, then that should be cherished all the more. What matters is that when you learn the reality, you should not stop at mere interest or yearning. Instead, you should think and act. For the sake of something you want, for the sake of what you should aim for…or for the sake of discovering a goal.”
Taking Lefiya’s hand in both of hers, Alicia smiled. Like an older sister. Like someone with far more life experience.
“So if you ever don’t know what to do, try jumping in feetfirst. And make as many mistakes as you need. The special privilege of youth is the chance to err.”
“Within reason, of course,” Alicia added with a playful smile.
Seeing Lefiya’s eyes widen, Anakity shrugged and smiled.
“If you ever find yourself within earshot, I’ll advise and correct you as much as you need.”
Lefiya still remembered those words, even now.
Alicia may have been the first adventurer that Lefiya aspired to be like.
After that, Lefiya started thinking more seriously about her future.
After talking with Alicia and Anakity, her days of delving into the Dungeon in order to earn credits continued.
Gaining a pseudo-adventurer’s experience, she thought about many things but still could not reach an answer. To be an adventurer or something else. The more she thought about it in such black-and-white terms, the more she became influenced by Orario.
“Wale! It’s been so long!”
“Hey, Lefiya. So you did come. Ever since I got a letter from your mother that you had enrolled in the School District, I thought this day might come.”
That day, Lefiya visited a certain café on her own.
It was a shop by the name of Wishe nestled on a narrow side street in the southwest of Orario.
As could be guessed by the name, it was a café run by an elf from the same hometown as Lefiya.
When she heard the name for the first time, she almost burst out laughing, but it was also true that she had been happy. Slipping into nostalgic memories in the shop that reminded her of home, she also felt her loneliness easing. She had come here in the first place to ask someone who knew her since her childhood about careers.
But:
“Wale, is that a relative of yours?”
“No, Hedin. It’s someone from my village. A friend’s daughter.”
“That’s what I thought. She does not resemble you.”
That day, there was a single customer in the shop.
A bespectacled elf, just like the owner.
He had beautiful blond hair and pale skin so smooth that even Lefiya was jealous of him. His impossible beauty was almost unbelievable, especially for a man.
…Wait, Hedin?
She cocked her head when she heard that name. As he closed his book, he glanced over and stood, walking toward her.
“A student. Have you set your sights on being an adventurer?”
“Eh? Eh?”
“If you have not yet decided upon your future, then you should consider our familia among your choices.”
“Wait a second, Hedin. If she chooses it for herself, that’s one thing, but I’m against her joining Freya Familia. Your group is…rough…after all.”
“As if there are any familias in Orario that are not rough. And I am not attempting to conscript her. Merely presenting the possibility.”
Lefiya’s eyes were spinning when he came to talk to her, and when she heard them speak, she gasped.
Wait?! Freya Familia’s Hedin? Hedin Selrand?! The first-tier adventurer Hildsleif! One of the most famous elves in the world, like Lady Riveria?!
It was a miracle that she did not scream right then and there.
Lefiya was petrified by a chance encounter with one of Orario’s strongest. It may have been an even bigger shock than running into Alicia and Anakity.
And there was the fact that the master here, who was known back in the village as an easygoing, laidback sort of person, had somehow become closely acquainted with a first-tier adventurer. Lefiya was panicking in more ways than one when Hedin looked at her:
“You have talent. If you are interested, then come. You would meet our lady’s standard… My instinct tells me so.”
And then he placed a gold coin on the counter and left the shop.
Lefiya could do nothing but stare vacantly at the café’s door long after he had disappeared.
“It’s been a long time. This one is on me,” the master said lightheartedly while brewing some black tea.
Lefiya could not believe what had just happened.
And she never would have dreamed that the elf she had met there would be a senior member of a rival familia that she would oppose someday.
“W-was I just scouted…by a first-tier adventurer?”
It was the first scouting she had encountered in Orario, and a moment to be remembered.
Whether she liked it or not, she could no longer avoid thinking about the adventurer question looming over her.
“It is rare to see you coming to my office alone. So what did you want to talk about?”
“About…my future…”
Several days later.
Lefiya’s mind had long since overheated, so she came to Leon to talk.
Out of consideration, Leon made sure it was just the two of them in his office. Sitting in the seat he offered her, Lefiya rubbed her hands together as she slowly began to speak.
About Alisa’s recommendation.
About Anakity’s warning.
About how she looked up to Alicia.
About being directly scouted by Hedin.
The very word adventurer was tormenting her.
She had been praised by others, been curious, misunderstood, and tried to settle her path.
It was probably the same thing countless other children were doing. Maybe it would turn out differently from how she thought, but if she made up her mind and tried, it might end up working better than expected. Or maybe she was just overthinking things.
But unable to picture what she wanted to do or be, Lefiya could not bring herself to plant her feet.
“I see…I should say this at the start, but there are many students with the same sort of worries as you.”
“…”
“But in your case, it seems your surroundings won’t leave you be. And that is becoming a secondary source of doubt.”
“Th-that’s…”
Leon had a wry smile as he listened carefully to Lefiya and offered her several options. He mentioned all sorts of internships available in Meren and Orario and the various different paths that other graduates had taken. He spread a large file of materials across his desk, covering an enormous range of information.
Unable to make a decision, Lefiya quailed like an al-miraj, unable to reach an answer.
But even so, Leon did not ever look unhappy and continued the discussion with her.
Leon simply sat in his chair with his feet on the ground, uncrossed, and his hand on his chin. Exhausted and feeling a bit out of it, she was struck with the odd thought that the more she saw him in his thinking pose, the cooler he seemed.
The professor had sharp and gallant features, handsome in a way that was very different from the beauty of elves, who were often compared to ice. She could almost understand why Alisa and many others could become obsessed with him.
One aspect of Leon’s popularity was his chivalrous, knightly bearing.
If his patron Balder was the ideal god, he was the epitome of a knight. His beautiful posture alone was enough to charm people.
Leon was the model of a teacher, and though he was simply conducting himself as an educator, it had become a fitting look for him. He surpassed the standard image of a teacher, becoming linked with the image of a knight.
The way he treated everyone with grace and respect really did make him seem like a knight.
“Lefiya, have a drink.”
“Eh…? P-Professor Leon, this is…”
“Our secret.”
Their talk had become a marathon session, and it was now late at night. Lefiya still remembered how he put his finger to his lips while offering her a warm spiced wine.
If she had not known Alisa, who was a cringeworthy example of a maiden in love, her first love would surely have been Leon.
“Lefiya, I believe that the path you take should be something to think long and hard over, just as you are now.”
“Eh?”
“So you are not making a mistake right now. Struggle and worry all you need. But do not let that become sloth.”
Standing and leaning against the wall, Leon sipped at the steaming spice wine as he shared his own personal thoughts.
“Any failure that might come after that will make you wiser. However, failures that come without thought and consideration often do not become assets.”
“Professor…”
“So think. If you cannot reach an answer, then take some more time and think some more. Just as Lord Balder said. And…” He offered one last bit of advice, saying, “…when your heart trembles, be true to yourself.”
“When my heart trembles…?”
“Yes. There was a moment when my heart raced and trembled uncontrollably. In that moment, I vowed to become a teacher.”
His eyes, looking kindly down at her, were those of an adult. Yet she could see the unmistakable gleam of a child’s eyes in their depths.
Someday, when she could decide what she wanted to become, she wanted to ask Leon what made him want to become a teacher.
After speaking with Leon, Lefiya thought more about herself.
She faced her heart in earnest because she knew that it was not wrong to do so.
“Lefiya, we’re going to the eighteenth floor!”
“All right…wait, what?! What are you talking about, Bardain? Students aren’t allowed past the fifteenth floor!”
“I want to see the Under Resort for myself! I already roped Nassen in, too! We have lots more allies, too. There’s nothing that can stop our adventurous spirit!”
“Y-you can’t do that! Professor Leon and all the other teachers were so adamant about not breaking the rules in the Dungeon, weren’t they?!”
“Rules are meant to be broken!”
“That’s not true at all! Wait, Bardain! He already left…argh, Alisa! Help!”
And as the Dungeon practical reached its climax, Lefiya came to know more deeply just what an adventurer was.
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