DanMachi - Volume 01 (Yen Press) (v2) (Kobo - LNWNCentral)
DanMachi - Volume 01 (Yen Press) (v2) (Kobo - LNWNCentral)
DanMachi - Volume 01 (Yen Press) (v2) (Kobo - LNWNCentral)
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PROLOGUE
“Miiiiisssssssssssssss Eina!!!!!!!!!”
“Hm?”
Eina Tulle, a receptionist for the “guild” that manages all dungeon activities,
looked up from the book she held loosely in one hand.
Her long, pointed ears twitched as her transparent emerald eyes tore
themselves away from the pages. Her mid-length brown hair shone in the early
afternoon sunlight. Despite her good looks, she was not quite as “perfect” as
the elves. It was as if her beauty had been glued on, but a corner was sticking
up. The guild uniform, black jacket and pants, suited her thin frame very well.
Known as the young Miss Congeniality within the guild, Eina was half human,
half elf.
Adventurers were usually out in a dungeon at this time of day, so Eina had
decided to read to pass the time. She responded quickly to the voice that had
called her name.
He made it back safely again today…
What had it been, two weeks?
Since this bright-eyed kid came in to register with the guild?
It had fallen on her to become this fourteen-year-old’s dungeon adviser and
coach.
He was an adventurer, a job that anyone, regardless of age or gender, could
secure. But so many people died doing it. He was still a child, and she hated
sending him into such a dangerous place.
The only reason she worried for the boy’s, Bell Cranell’s, safety was that he
was in her charge. She smiled, happy to hear his voice and relieved that he had
returned safely.
She hurried to fix her glasses and straighten her clothes before he came
through the door.
“MMMMMIIIISSSSSSSSSSS EINA!!!!!!!”
Someone covered in black blood flew into the guild?!?! Is that him?!?!
“EEEEEKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!”
“Tell me everything you know about Aiz Wallenstein, please!!!!”
“You know, Bell, after getting covered in blood, you should at least take a
shower before coming in here…”
“Sorry about that…”
I can only hang my head and listen as she speaks.
We are in a small room set up in the lobby of Guild headquarters. Sitting in
chairs across from each other, there’s only a table between us.
I’m clean at this point, but that doesn’t stop her from making an overly
dramatic sigh.
“I can’t believe you walked through the city as such a revolting mess! It makes
me question your sanity.”
“B…but…”
Hearing someone as pretty as Eina say something that harsh so directly cuts
really deep. Tears are welling up in the corners of my eyes.
Eina cracks a painful smile and gently pushes my nose with her finger. “Be
careful next time, okay?” she asks, giving me a big smile. I nod up and down as
fast as I can.
“So, you wanted information on Aiz Wallenstein, yes? Can I ask why?”
“Well, about that…”
I tell her everything about what had just happened, my face getting redder
with every word.
I start with how I decided to go from the lower second floor of the dungeon,
my usual route, down to the lower fifth.
And then about how I encountered a Minotaur the moment I arrived.
Even about trying to run away and getting cornered.
Then being saved from certain death by the “kenki,” Aiz Wallenstein.
Finally, I tell her how I tried to say “thank you” and reach up to shake her
hand, but my whole body was shaking. I suddenly got shy and really nervous. All
the blood drained from my face in the blink of an eye. In the end, I ran back to
headquarters at full speed.
Eina is nice enough to lend me her ears, but her face gets more and more
frightening with each passing detail.
“Aaahh, why don’t you ever listen to me?!? You are alone, solo, in the
Dungeon! You can’t just suddenly go that deep without any preparation! How
many times have I told you that adventurers shouldn’t go on adventures?!?”
“Y-yes ma’am…”
—Adventurers shouldn’t go on adventures—
That’s Eina’s motto. It may sound like one heck of a contradiction, but she’s
really saying, “Get some insurance and safety first.”
Seems like newbies like me really need to take her words to heart. I heard
most adventurers who die in the dungeon are newbies, too.
No one could have guessed that an encounter with a category Level Two
monster like the Minotaur would have happened on the lower fifth floor of the
Dungeon.
Everyone knows that Minotaurs only show up on the lower fifteenth floor or
lower. I can hear Eina’s words now: “No telling what will happen in a dungeon.”
But seriously, if it weren’t for that girl, I’d be dead right about now. Just
thinking about it sends shivers down my spine and almost makes me piss
myself.
I swear on my soul that I’ll never forget another word out of Eina’s mouth.
“Sounds to me like you’ve got some weird fantasy about dungeons, and that
was the reason for today’s events. Am I right?”
“Ha-ha, ha-ha-haaaaaa…”
Yep, she was right. But if I admitted that I went on an adventure to meet girls,
she’d clobber me right here.
It’s true, the main reason that I wanted to become an adventurer in the first
place was the not-so-pure goal of meeting as many pretty girls and beautiful
ladies as I could, just like the heroes in tales of adventure. Eina probably saw it
written all over my face when I registered for the Guild. Even though she
doesn’t try to control me, she always looks at me like I’m up to something.
But from today on, I’m turning over a new leaf. All of those dirty daydreams
are out the window. From today, I’ll be going into the dungeons with a purer
purpose.
All because I met that girl.
“Um, if it’s okay…Could you tell me about Ms. Wallenstein now?”
“Well, it’s against Guild regulations to give out adventurers’ personal
information…”
She paused for a moment before saying, “All I can tell you is information that
is already out there?” She might just be helping me out because I’m a newbie,
but Eina’s kindness is amazing.
Full Name: Aiz Wallenstein. She is the female warrior at the core of Loki
Familia.
There is no question that her swordsmanship is on par with the strongest of
all adventurers. She once wiped out a horde of Level Five monsters by herself,
earning her the nickname “kenki,” or sword princess. Some go as far as to call
her “senki,” which sounds like “Lady of Combat.”
I heard that the gods call her Aiz “maji musou,” or “Aiz the Unequaled.”
Males who try to put the moves on her are slain, utterly destroyed.
She just recently passed the thousand-kill mark.
“Let’s see, what else…With her amazing body and strength like that, there are
plenty of things to talk about.”
“Um…Not as an adventurer. What does she do in her free time? What food
does she like? Maybe you could tell me more about the last thing you said
there…”
Eina blinks her eyes two, three times. I think my face is on fire.
“What’s this? Bell, do you have a thing for Ms. Wallenstein?”
“No, nah…well, kinda…yes…”
“Hee-hee, I don’t blame you, though. I’m female, same as her, but my heart
skips a beat when I see her.”
Eina lets out a small chuckle as she brings a cup of tea to her lips. How can she
be that elegant just drinking tea?
It’s not just Eina who looks up to Aiz Wallenstein; she’s popular with other
adventurers, too. Eyes like jewels framed with soft skin, a delicate chin, a pretty
nose. She is the living, breathing definition of beauty. There are rumors about
how many men are after her heart, but no one knows for sure. Eina is my boss!
And we are talking like this! Am I a lucky guy or what?
Despite being half human, Eina has all of the refined beauty of a full-blooded
elf. I can’t believe how friendly and open she is with me. She tells me many
people judge her on her looks and don’t know her real personality.
Eina looks a little down after saying that but tells me that she’s never heard of
anyone dating Ms. Wallenstein.
Fist pump! Hell yeah!
“I really don’t know about her hobbies or anything like that…Wait, wait, wait!
This is a workplace! These questions have nothing to do with your job! I’m not a
matchmaker!”
“But you could try?”
“N-O. Unless you have something else to discuss about your job, go home
already!”
She stands up and almost chases me out of the room. It was pointless to try
and stay any longer. She follows me out into the Guild lobby.
The lobby is a little bit underwhelming even though it’s made of white
marble. But all the pictures of famous adventurers and various gods on the
walls give me a sense of being part of something big.
“Ahh, you’re such a tease, Miss Eina…”
“You know, you are an adventurer. There are plenty of other things that you
should be thinking about, right?”
“Yeaaahhh.”
Yes, I know.
The only option for people without someone to support and protect them,
like me, is to work hard in the dungeons to make enough money to see
tomorrow. Also, if I don’t know my contract inside and out, I’m up the creek
without a paddle. Money is always tight.
Plus there is someone…no, a goddess, who I need to support. I don’t have
time to get caught up in my feelings for Ms. Wallenstein.
“You already have a ‘blessing’ from a god other than Loki, right? To be in a
relationship with someone in a different Familia would be difficult, to say the
least.”
“…Yeah?”
“I don’t want to say give up, but you have to face facts. Otherwise, this will
only be a problem for you.”
Focus on being an adventurer for now; that has to be what she’s trying to say.
But seriously, it felt like a death sentence when she brought up the Familia.
Eina must have noticed the will to live draining from my face and decided to
try and get my mind off of it by getting back to business.
“Are you going to get some money?”
“…Well, yeah. I slew a few monsters before meeting the Minotaur, so that’s
something.”
“Then let’s go to the Exchange. I’ll walk you there.”
Now I feel bad because she’s going out of her way. Sure, left and right don’t
seem all that different to me right now, but she’s already done so much.
I still feel okay talking to her, but there is no way I’ll be able to look her in the
eyes after today.
The Exchange is within headquarters itself. We go there, and I pick up my pay
for today.
I trade in some magic stone shards I got for killing mostly goblins and kobolds.
Everything comes out to about 1,200 vals worth of money. Less than usual, but
considering I ran away from Ms. Wallenstein, I didn’t spend as much time as I
usually do in the Dungeon.
Let’s see…Weapon repairs, food for me and the goddess…No new items for
me today…
“Bell?”
“Oh…yes? What is it?”
Eina had walked with me almost out the door, but she stopped just before
leaving headquarters.
She looks like she has something on her mind, and then just says it:
“Girls like men who are strong and can be relied on. So if you work hard, get
stronger, then maybe, possibly…You know?”
“……”
“Maybe if you make a name for yourself, Ms. Wallenstein might notice you?”
I stop and chew over those words for a moment. Did Eina, the boss who is
always looking down on me, just say that? She’s trying to cheer me on as
another person, not a superior. Oh yeah, that’s a smile growing on my face.
Energy and hope flood in as I step out onto the street. Just because I feel like
it, I turn on my heel and yell back at her:
“Miss Eina! I love you!!!!!!!”
“…What?”
“Thank you!!!!”
Eina’s bright-red face makes me laugh as I set out into the busy streets of the
city.
The Labyrinth City, Orario.
There is a labyrinth known as the Dungeon beneath the city. It might be
better to say that the massive city was built on top of it.
The Guild oversees everyone who goes below the surface at the core of the
city. It’s not just humans, either; there are many kinds of demi-humans living in
this flourishing metropolis alongside us.
That’s about all I know about Orario. Books and studying have never really
been my thing. I know that much about the city because I live here.
People who make a living in the Dungeon are all called “adventurers,” like me.
I grew up in a small town not far from here. Looking back, I was a really
sheltered kid. My grandfather brought me up, but he died about a year ago.
There was nothing left for me there, so I packed up what money was left and
moved to the city.
I don’t think I have to say it at this point, but I came to Orario to meet girls in
the Dungeon.
“—Real men try to make a harem!”
How many times did Gramps say that? I can still remember his smile, so full of
life.
Gramps read tales of adventure to me for as long as I can remember. I loved
the heroes of those stories. They slew the monsters, saved people from certain
death, rescued the princess from anything, and looked awesome while doing it.
Every time I heard Gramps tell me those stories, I saw myself as the hero. My
head was filled with dreams of being one of them.
Gramps let me in on the best part about being the hero.
“The hero’s greatest taste of glory is not from slaying the monsters; it’s
meeting the girls.”
It didn’t take long for visions of cute girls by my side after a dangerous
adventure to saturate my brain. Gramps taught me about being “a man’s man.”
I was well on my way.
As I got older, part of me accepted the fact that I would never become the
hero from the tales, but on the other hand, Gramps built me up so much that
the girls became my new goal.
The book that he swore by, his bible if you will, was Dungeon Oratoria. It’s
filled with stories about various heroes and their adventures. I think I bought
into his enthusiasm.
If I can be in a place where heroes’ stories are made…If I can get to Orario…If I
can get into the Dungeon…
If I could just do that, then the girl of my dreams would show up any day.
Gramps passed on, but the determination he left behind pushed me out the
door, all the way to Orario and the Dungeon.
I admit that I was winging it when I first got here. But now, after a brush with
death, I feel really stupid for going into the Dungeon just for the ladies. I’m
probably the only idiot who went in like that. Well, I’m pretty sure that the
adventurers seeking money and fame are basically the same as me, maybe.
Today made me realize just living is hard.
I will never take the Dungeon lightly again.
But now I have completely different reasons for going into the Dungeon—
including Ms. Wallenstein.
I slip into the multiracial crowd on Main Street.
Dwarves, gnomes, animal people, prums…Some look like normal townsfolk,
and some look a lot more dangerous. A human country boy like me is so out of
place here. Even in this crowd, everything looks so new and interesting. The
constant noise of the city is so invigorating, even though others complain it’s
too loud. I’ll never get tired of this city!
I work my way through the crowd, catching a few glimpses of some really cute
and dignified elves along the way.
There’s the street I’m looking for. I make my way out of the crowd, off of
Main Street, and into a smaller back road. There are so many twists and turns
back here I’m surprised I don’t get lost more often.
As the noise of Main Street fades, I arrive at a dead end.
“……”
I crane my neck back to look up at an old, rundown church in this cul-de-sac. I
don’t think anyone has been here in years.
To think, this two-story building was built to be a place to worship the gods.
Now it’s not much more than ruin. There are pieces of walls missing. Well,
actually, they’re in piles on the ground where they fell. There’s a hint of sadness
about this place, left over from the people who stopped coming here who
knows how many years ago.
A statue of a goddess smiles down on me from above the main door of the
church. She’s seen better days. Half of her face is missing, and chunks of rock
from her body are gone. I’ve seen more complete Swiss cheese.
“Yo!”
There really was no need to check, but I wanted to make sure I was alone
before going into the church. There are no doors in the main entrance, not
much for security. Then again, the inside isn’t much better than the outside.
In fact, the inside looks half destroyed. As I step inside, my foot lands on a
weed growing out of the broken tile floor. Pieces of the ceiling are either gone
or about to fall. On the bright side, this lets in a bit of sunlight. The sunbeams
light up what’s left of an altar at the back of the church.
I weave through the wreckage on my usual path, heading toward a small
room behind the altar. It was once a storage room and is still lined with empty
shelves. But the shelf at the very back corner is actually a door to a stairwell. I
pull it back and climb down.
The stairway isn’t that long, and there’s still some light sneaking in from
outside. I had no trouble opening the door.
“Goddess! I’m home!”
As my voice echoes off the basement walls, the smell of home wafts into my
nose. The room is small, but big enough to live in comfortably.
The person I called is sprawled out on a purple sofa just inside the door. She
looks up from her book and jumps to her feet.
Just by looking at her, you would probably think she was a young girl about to
hit puberty. Being that she is just a little bit shorter than me, many people
would mistake us for brother and sister only a year or so apart.
Her feet thump quickly on the floor as she runs up to me with a big smile on
her kiddie face.
“Hey, hey, welcome back! Aren’t you a bit early?”
“Well, I almost died in the Dungeon today…”
“What, what? You okay? It’d be a real shock to me if you died. I’d be lonely
and possibly really sad, too.”
Her tiny hands dance up and down my body, looking for injuries.
I can’t help but blush a little. Her kind tone and words always cheer me up.
“Don’t worry. I won’t leave my goddess high and dry.”
“Oh? I’m glad you’ve made up your mind because I need a lot of water.”
“That’s an interesting way to put it…”
Both of us crack smiles and walk into the back of the room.
The space we share has one square part and one long part; it’s the shape of a
P underground. The entrance is in the square, the door in the middle of the
front wall, and two sofas face each other against the other two opposite walls.
We sit down on our own sofas.
The girl sitting across from me is, without a doubt, pretty. Her shiny jet-black
hair falls down on the sides of her head to cover her ears but is also long
enough to be tied into two extensive ponytails that reach down to her waist.
Two ribbons with silver bells hold them together. Her round face and cheeks
make her look very young, which is why I can’t believe how much her boobs
push up her clothes. I try not to look, honest! It’s hard not to…
Add in her clear blue, orb-like eyes, and she has an aura like a fairy-tale
character come to life.
Although by usual standards she would become an absolute bombshell in a
few years, I don’t think her appearance will ever change that much.
She is, after all, a goddess. I call her that for a reason.
She’s different from us humans, demi-humans, or the monsters that appear in
the Dungeon. She came from another plane, Deusdia. She won’t age or change
much at all like we do. Far above humans, she’s even more influential than any
of the heroes I idolized back in the day.
“I bet you didn’t get much money at all today, did you?”
“No, not as much as usual. How about you, Goddess?”
“Hee-hee! Take a look at this! Ta-da!”
“Th-those are?!”
“Yep! I did so well at the shop today that I got these potato snacks for free!
Party night!! Bell, I won’t let you sleep tonight, at all.”
“Wow! Great job, Goddess!”
This influential goddess is working part-time at a human-owned shop in
Orario. If she didn’t, of course, we wouldn’t be able to survive.
A long time ago, gods and goddesses came down to our world. They call it
Gekai, or “lower world.” There are many myths and legends that explain the
why and how, but according to the goddess I know, the gods were just bored up
there.
They were in their upper world, Tenkai, not doing much at all for eternity. The
gods had all the time in the world but nothing to do. Then they started
watching us waste so much, but also make so many interesting things like
culture and business. The “children”—us, basically—became the best
entertainment available.
“We shall be among the children as they are, with the same abilities. They
shall see us.”
They may be perfect beings, yet they have their flaws. They would have to,
because they were interested enough in our world to come here.
The excitement of a new world with the children lured many gods to Gekai.
They wanted to experience things like phenomena they couldn’t foresee, a
desire for food, hobbies, fine arts, and the indefinable bonds of friendship like
the children had every day.
They laughed, or so I’ve been told.
The gods and goddesses feel like they are playing a game and are fully
enjoying it because it is impossible to predict what will happen.
It wasn’t long before gods were living in Gekai. Quite a few of them decided
to live here permanently.
As for our ancestors who lived here first, they didn’t reject the gods when
they arrived. Why would they? They revered the gods because they could
receive blessings. To put it another way: you scratch my back, and I’ll scratch
yours. That relationship is still clearly going on today.
They live among us now. We live and work side by side, helping one another
out.
These gods abandoned their separate and constrained lifestyles to live in our
inconvenient world.
“A ton of people walk around the city looking like mascots. They’re cute and
all, but I can never find one I’d want in my Familia. The good ones all go after
the money! If only more people knew the name Hestia…”
“I’m not so sure. All the ‘blessings’ start out the same, no matter what god or
goddess gave it…”
I live with the goddess Hestia. I guess gods and goddesses have names just
like us.
A Familia is basically a group formed by a god. For example, Loki Familia is the
group put together by the goddess Loki, and Hestia Familia by Hestia. Some
people call it Team Loki or Team Hestia.
Personally, I think that being in a Familia is like being part of that god’s family.
While gods are in Gekai, they can’t use their godly powers, called Arcanum.
It’s a rule that they set themselves shortly after arriving. Without Arcanum, they
need our food and money to survive.
While I have heard of a few gods who like working, most gods came here to
have fun. So, they rely on us “children” to make money for them while they do
whatever.
A person gets a “blessing” when they join a Familia.
In exchange, they use the power from the blessing to make money.
To be frank, members of a Familia provide for their god.
But we can’t argue with the benefits of receiving a blessing. Anyone with a
blessing can get strong enough to take down even the fiercest monsters.
Hestia, the goddess sitting across from me, calls it “give and take.”
“Bell, I really feel bad making you work by yourself to provide for me.”
“Hey, I’m fine. And you’re working, too, aren’t you?”
Some Familias are very large with hundreds of members, and some are very
small, like ours.
In these circumstances, even the gods or goddesses themselves must find
work…like Hestia. They can’t do what they love; they have to make money first.
Sure, they can do anything they want to earn money. But it makes me happy
knowing that the gods living in our society have the same problems I do. I feel, I
don’t know, closer to them somehow.
Well, there are some gods who turn their Familia into a monarchy with
themselves at the top. They call it “Kingdom Game” or something like that.
But even that is built and managed by people. Therefore, the gods have to
follow our rules. There are some who say the gods are manipulating our society
by behaving this way, but the fact that a god was able to create a “kingdom” is
only because a group of people wanted him to.
While the gods do watch over what we create, in the end, they have no way
to give anyone an advantage over the competition.
“…I’m sorry I made you join the Familia of such a pitiful god…”
“G-Goddess…”
I watch her withdraw into the sofa. My voice sounded pathetic even to my
own ears.
I met Hestia while circling Orario trying to join a Familia. I had just arrived,
and I needed a blessing before I could become an adventurer.
The famous Familias always have people trying to join their already full ranks.
So people with skills that would benefit the group get first priority. Country-boy
newbies like me get passed over. I wasn’t just shown the door, I had it slammed
in my face a few times.
I think that Hestia could see that in my eyes when we crossed paths. Sort of
like I was a lost puppy, and she brought me home.
Hestia came to Gekai relatively recently and was staying with a friend, also a
goddess, and her Familia before she met me. She told me that she spent all day
every day doing what she loved, reading our books. Her friend eventually got
angry and kicked her out. But she wasn’t heartless; Hestia’s friend found this
room under the church for her.
But really, all blessings are equal. That’s a fact.
Everyone who receives a blessing starts from the same point. As for how they
grow, well, that depends completely on them.
In the end, Familias are judged by the abilities of their members, just like any
shop or any country. A Familia is not strong because of its god, and neither is it
weak.
“It’s okay, Goddess! Our Familia just got started. Better yet, it’s on the rise!
Sure, it might be difficult now, but as soon as we get past this first part, we’ll be
sitting pretty! Once we get some money saved up, people will be lining up to
join us!
“Bell…You are just so…!”
Shoosh. She’s on her feet. Her eyes fill with hope and happiness as she gazes
at me. But everything I just said, word for word, came from Eina, not me. That
hurts a bit, right in the conscience.
But my goddess is happy. That’s all that matters.
She’s the one who took me, a country boy dreaming about a harem and
whatnot who almost got crushed because of it, by the hand and encouraged
me. She is very important to me.
I want to help her any way I can.
That was the first promise I ever made to myself. I wanted to help her when
we first met, and that’s not about to change.
“I was so lucky to meet someone like you! Now, for our future, let’s update
your status!”
“Please!”
The goddess kicks her legs as she jumps up off the sofa. Her impossibly large
boobs jiggle as she moves. I saw the bounce, yes, but I looked away. And now
I’m smiling again, too. I really have to try harder to keep my eyes off her chest.
Other gods called her “Loli Big Boobs,” making fun of her otherworldly bust.
But what the heck does “Loli” mean?
“Alrighty, off with the shirt and into bed like usual!”
“Okay.”
I walk toward the bed as I unhook my light adventurer’s armor and pull off my
undershirt. I look over my shoulder into the full-length mirror at the end of the
room.
My topless, pale-skinned reflection with hair as white as Gramps’s looks back
at me. What really stands out is a clump of black markings on the small of my
back.
All of them were engraved into my skin by Hestia. She said it’s called “Falna,”
and it’s the mark of a blessing from a god or goddess.
“Lie down, lie down.”
I do as I’m told and crawl onto the bed.
As soon as my stomach hits the sheets, the goddess jumps on top of me and
uses my butt as her own personal chair.
“You said earlier that you almost died today. What happened?”
“It’s a long story, but…”
She rubs my back as I talk. Going over the same spot once, twice, many times,
she relaxes my skin.
Ping…The goddess pulls out a long needle.
I look over my shoulder in time to see her prick her own finger with it. A drop
of her blood falls onto my back.
The red drop literally sends waves through my body as it sinks in.
“You went into the deeper levels of the Dungeon…to meet girls? What
strange fantasies are going through your head? There’s no way the ideal virgin
you have in mind is going to be in such a dangerous place, now is there?”
“V-virgin??? B-but anyway, it’s not like that’s what I want! I have morals! Did
you know that an elf won’t even touch someone who doesn’t meet their
standards?”
“No need to get worked up. Yes, I know about the elves. But there are also
groups like the Amazons. They want to have strong children so badly that
women give themselves to men just because of their strength. I think you’re
going to wear yourself out, that’s all.”
“…Oh.”
She looks down at me with an all-knowing glance after bringing that up.
Meanwhile, she’s kneading the spot on my back where the blood had landed,
working down slowly from the left. She changes the markings.
These markings on my back are my status, my Falna.
A person’s abilities rise when a god’s blood is used to write hieroglyphs on
their body. Only gods have this power.
There is also a thing called “excelia.” Simply put, excelia is experience.
Of course, it isn’t something that can be seen or used by “children” in any
way. But it tells what path an individual has walked up to that point. Gods can
read a person’s history in excelia. They will know if by some miracle you slew a
monster, for example. Excelia also fuels a person’s growth through a blessing.
Everything you have accomplished, both the quality and amount, shows up in
excelia.
The gods can see what you have done, your life story. Kind of like a big sign
that says, “Has completed such difficult feats as: slaying a monster, etc.” Seems
like something the ancients would do, if you ask me.
Gods update the hieroglyphs on their Familia’s members’ backs to match that
person’s excelia. To put it another way: level up!
Gods and goddesses use this power to make their “children” stronger.
“And anyway, Aiz Wallenstein, was it? If she really is that pretty and insanely
powerful, other men won’t leave her alone. She’s bound to have a few favorites
by now.”
“Do you really think so…?”
“Yep. Listen up, Bell. This is a crush; you’ll get over it. You should move on and
focus more on the girls around you. I am a hundred percent sure that there is a
beautiful lady who will accept, hold, and support you in your life right now.”
Great, now I’m tearing up again. I don’t want to think about it. And she’s
bashing Ms. Wallenstein. Why is she in such a bad mood? Did I step on a mine
or something?
She keeps saying “someone closer to you,” but there aren’t any women other
than her and Eina in my life right now. Eina is my boss. Like hell she’d be
interested in me. And then the goddess…Yeah, right. We’ve known each other
for two weeks! And she’s a goddess.
Goddess, life is not that easy. Eina told me that, too.
“Besides, the girl Ms. Wallensomething is in Loki Familia. You couldn’t marry
her anyway.”
“……”
The final blow, right through the heart.
People almost always marry someone of the opposite gender who’s either in
the same Familia or not in one at all. If two people from different Familias
marry, which group do the kids belong to?
There are other reasons, too, but the important thing is that so many issues
get in the way that people avoid inter-Familia relationships. Then there are the
gods themselves. They may have come here for entertainment, but they take
their Familias very seriously.
Also, not all of the gods are friends. If two of them are fighting, members of
their Familias are instantly enemies. Members of each Familia don’t want to
put their allies in danger.
Eina said it first. It would be difficult for me, the only member of Hestia
Familia, to have a relationship with Ms. Wallenstein, a member of Loki Familia.
“All done! And just forget about that girl and keep your eyes open. You will
find someone as long as you keep looking closer to home!”
“You’re cruel, Goddess…”
No, I’m not giving up. I can’t give up without even trying!
We just met. There’s no telling what will happen.
I get out of the bed and pull on some normal clothes while trying to rebuild
my confidence. The goddess reaches for a piece of paper to write down my new
status. I can’t read the hieroglyphs myself; no one can. So the gods learned a bit
of our written language to help us out.
Even if I could read their hieroglyphs, they’re on my back. Who could read
something written there?
“Here, your new status.”
I take the paper from her lightly outstretched hand.
Bell Cranell
Level One
Strength: I-77 → I-82 Defense: I-13 Utility: I-93 → I-96
Agility: H-148 → H-172 Magic: I-0
Magic
()
Skills
()
Hestia gave Bell a send-off to the kitchen as if she were seeing him off to war.
Once he was there, she let out a quiet but heavy sigh.
She picked up his status sheet from the bed and compared it to the one
written on his back.
Children change so fast…Completely different from us.
Even the slightest thing could change them and spread quickly.
It wasn’t desire or culture that defined the people of Gekai. Change did.
I hate this! He changed because of her, and it isn’t fair! I won’t accept it!
She held her head between her hands, scratching back and forth.
Damn it!
She took another look at Bell’s back.
Specifically, she looked at his Skill slot.
Bell Cranell
Level One
Strength: I-77 → I-82 Defense: I-13 Utility: I-93 → I-96
Agility H-148 → H-172 Magic: I-0
Magic
()
Skills
Realis Phrase
Rapid Growth
Continued desire results in continued growth
Stronger desire results in stronger growth
It was she who had found promising excelia and written that skill into him
with her own hands. She regretted it more than anything.
CHAPTER 2
“.…nn.”
Hestia Familia’s base, the hidden room under an old church.
The room is underground, so naturally there are no morning sunbeams or
crowing roosters to wake me up. It’s just force of habit to get up at a certain
time.
I used to have to get up early to work in the fields back home in the
countryside. I developed a very precise body clock right around my tummy.
…Five AM sharp.
Just to be sure, I lift my head to check the clock on the wall.
While it’s dim in here, it’s not completely dark thanks to a magic stone lamp
on the ceiling. My eyes don’t even have to adjust.
Human engineers figured out how to make magic stone lamps. The gods call it
“cutting-edge technology.” It was the discovery of the century. Even the gods
acknowledged the influence of human engineering techniques. These things are
amazing!
The goddess and I had a small party last night. When we got sleepy, I left the
bed to her and went to sleep on the sofa as usual. Sure, it’s not that wide, but
I’m used to it.
I blink a few times to get the sleep out of my eyes. I should get up and wash
my face and get ready to.…Huh?
There’s something on top of me. Not the sheets, and it’s round and extremely
light. I’m breathing just fine, otherwise I would have noticed sooner.
Just what is this thing? Maybe if I touched it…No way! It’s the goddess!
She’s asleep with her face buried in my chest. Ha-ha, imagine that.
Did she sleepwalk…?
I guess there’s a first time for everything, but now I have to figure out how to
get out of this predicament.
I’m sure I could get out from under her without waking her up, but she’s so
soft and cuddly, I don’t want to move. She’s an extremely good body pillow, a
godlike one!
There are Familias that specialize in making items and weapons, but I can say
for sure that they don’t have anything like this! The goddess is incredible!
With all due respect to her, I wrap my arms around her squishy body. If cotton
were a liquid, this is how it would feel.
This is bad. I really won’t be able to get up at this rate.
She even smells nice…Aww, a tiny yawn and now she’s snuggling her face into
my chest like a little baby.
She’s so damn cute!!!
Wait a second, what are these soft melons on my chest? Don’t tell me, it’s
them?
I move fast. This god pillow has turned into a death trap. I slide out a little and
flip her onto the sofa, trading places with her.
She almost killed me…!
It’s the first time she’s sent a chill down my spine…
They were touching me! I couldn’t breathe! What if I didn’t get out of there?
I put the sheet over her and get ready to go. I shouldn’t be here when she
wakes up. Now that I think about it, wow, I’m an idiot! What have I done?!
She’s a goddess! And I felt her…on me…
I sneak through the room and out the door without a sound.
“…zzz…Bell, you’re so stupid…zzzz…”
Well, that was an eventful way to wake up…
I sigh to myself as the brisk morning air chills my skin.
Main Street in the morning is very different from how it is in the afternoon.
The streets feel so much wider at sunrise—no people, no noise. Every one of
the two-story shops have their shutters closed. The shops look like a long stone
wall all lined up in a row.
The eastern sky is getting brighter. I’m not alone on the streets, either. A few
prums are setting up their store here, and a group of dwarves are talking in a
cluster over there. By the looks of them, they’re adventurers like me. I wonder
if I’ll run into them in the Dungeon later on.
I might have a lot in common with them. I got up, got ready to prowl the
Dungeon, escaped from…I mean, left my goddess behind, and am now on Main
Street.
“Ah, rats…I didn’t eat anything…”
Grroooowlll. My stomach is talking to me. All I can do is trudge toward the
Dungeon and rub my tummy to calm it down.
There is nothing in there, just hunger.
At this rate, I won’t be able to slay anything in the Dungeon. Can’t
concentrate…
I know that I said I wanted to save money yesterday, but if I don’t get
something to eat, I’ll starve before I even get there. What’s open at this time?
Maybe I can find a nice morsel…
“…?!”
Something’s behind me!
Behind my right shoulder!
Nothing…? I’m not the kind of adventurer who can sense danger or anything,
but I swear I felt the eyes of a killer on my back…Something saw me.
Were they sizing me up? Whoever this is, they’re not normal, and they aren’t
holding anything back.
There’s someone on the café terrace setting up tables, two animal people
standing on that corner over there, and a woman looking down from the roof of
that shop…My eyes are jumping back and forth to all the people I can find.
Maybe I missed someone over my other shoulder?
Everything looks normal for early morning on Main Street. There isn’t even a
suspicious shadow around. Then again, I probably look pretty suspicious,
standing in the center of the road with my head on a swivel. As soon as I look at
anyone, though, they get right back to work.
Am I going crazy? Is the black hole in my gut playing tricks on me?
My heart is pounding in my ears. I know there’s definitely something around
here…
“Um, excuse me…”
“!”
I spin around and raise my fists to defend against the source of the voice.
Onlookers probably think I’m overacting.
A girl, a human like me, is standing there.
She wears a white blouse with a light green knee-length skirt. On top of that is
a salon apron.
Her simple blue-gray hair is tied into a tight bun on the back of her head, but
a ponytail sticks out from the center of it.
Her eyes, the same color as her hair, look innocent and rather cute. She’s so
scared that her smooth, milky skin is all bunched up around her eyes. Oh yeah,
my fist is a few inches from her jaw…
She’s no threat. What the hell is wrong with me today?
“S-sorry! I was just a little surprised…”
“No, no! I’m sorry for startling you…”
Now she’s apologizing just as furiously as I am. She didn’t do anything…
She looks older than me, but just a year or two tops.
Was this the girl I saw on the café terrace? She was carrying a table all by
herself…
“Um, can I help you?”
“Oh…yes. Here, you dropped this.”
A bluish purple crystal sits in her outstretched palm.
“A magic stone? Huh?”
I crane my neck around to look at the pouch strapped to my lower back. I use
this fist-sized pouch to hold all the magic stones I collect from monsters in the
Dungeon.
A drawstring usually keeps it wrapped up pretty tight. Is it loose? I thought I
exchanged all of the stones I collected yesterday at headquarters. Did I miss
one?
Only adventurers would have magic stones in the first place, so maybe she’s
right.
“Thank you for going out of your way!”
“Oh, no. Don’t mention it.”
I return the smile that blooms on her face. My eyebrows drop a bit in shame. I
have no idea what to say, so I just chuckle along with her. My shoulders finally
relax as she good-naturedly hands me the stone.
“Are you already heading to the Dungeon at this hour?”
“Yep, I thought I’d get to work a bit early today.”
She asked that question to break the awkward silence. I didn’t know what to
say myself, so I’m glad she spoke up. I’ll try to say good-bye after a little small
talk.
…Or so I thought. My stomach speaks up before I can make a clean getaway.
“……”
“……”
Her eyes go wide.
My face goes red.
I hear her laugh a little. My face feels hot enough to cook an egg. Nah, it
would burn…
“Ha-ha. Are you hungry?”
“…Yeah.”
“So, you didn’t have any breakfast this morning?”
This is so awkward. I can’t look her in the eyes, just drop my head and nod.
I see a little light flick on in her eyes. She suddenly turns and runs quickly to
the café, her boots clopping on the Main Street pavement. She disappears into
a side door and returns almost as quickly as she left.
She has a charming little basket clutched in her arms. Bread and cheese are
sticking up from the brim.
“If this is okay…I mean, the café isn’t open yet, so all I can offer is my morning
rations…”
“Eh? No, no, no. That’s your breakfast! I can’t accept it!”
She looks a little bit shy and bites her lip.
Whoa…She’s one of those inner-beauty types.
When I see Ms. Wallenstein or the goddess, I get butterflies. Not so much
with this girl, but the more I talk to her, the cuter she looks…
The goddess would call her a “good girl next door” type of girl.
“I can’t leave you hungry like this. It would make me sad as a person to do
that. So please, Mr. Adventurer, accept it, for me.”
“How can I say no to that…?”
How can I possibly refuse something offered up like that? I don’t have the
guts to say no to that smile.
She closes her eyes for a moment while I search for my next words. When she
opens them, a mischievous smile creeps over her face. She leans forward until
her face is just a few inches from mine.
A little too close…
“Mr. Adventurer, I’m making this sacrifice for you. So in exchange for the
bread and cheese this morning…”
“In exchange…?”
“You have to eat dinner tonight at the bar I work at.”
“……”
It was my eyes’ turn to get wide.
I slowly chew over her words.
This girl has completely destroyed the ice. This is the first time we’ve met, and
she’s laughing like we are old buddies.
“You don’t play fair, do you…?”
“Hee-hee-hee. Here you are! Don’t worry about it because I’m sure I’m going
to make a lot of money today!”
Basically, “spend a lot of money tonight!” Great.
What’s with her? Isn’t that a lot of pressure to put on someone you just met?
“…Well then, I’ll be seeing you tonight.”
“Yes! I’ll be waiting!”
She laughs for me as I leave. Sure, I feel a little manipulated, but I also feel
good, kind of like we just had tea together or something. Why am I suddenly so
shy?
I hold the basket in one hand as she sees me off.
I look down Main Street, toward the tower at the center of the city. Lines of
tall buildings pierce the morning sky, but the center tower looms over all of
them. The Dungeon is waiting below it.
Something very important pops into my head as I take my first step. So I turn
back to her.
She looks a bit confused. I take a deep breath.
“I…I’m Bell Cranell. What is your name?”
A heavy second passes as I squint my eyes waiting for her response. They pop
open when she smiles at me.
“I’m Syr Flover, Bell.”
We exchange names, laughs, and waves before I set out.
The Dungeon was here before the gods came down to our world.
There was a city above the Dungeon, too, just much smaller than it is today.
I’ve heard the Guild was there as well.
What I’m trying to say is that there were people who joined the Guild and
fought monsters without receiving a blessing.
“Gwyaaa!”
“Haaaa!!!”
Part of me doesn’t believe it was possible. The other part of me is completely
awestruck with admiration for the adventurers of old. I have a blessing, but I
only recently got strong enough to slay kobolds. Those guys fought and slew
monsters that were far more powerful in this very dungeon.
“Shyaaa!”
“Hyaaa?!”
“Gyuee!”
What if?
What if those adventurers were here now, in the present?
What if a warrior who could dominate enemies with pure power was here?
If that warrior were in my situation, he could mow these monsters down and
pick his nose at the same time.
“GRUOOOOOR!”
“There’s just no way!!”
I can’t do this.
“Damn it, you coward!!!”
“GRAAAAAA!!”
I turn my back to the group of kobolds and run like hell. The six of them shoot
out after me, all of them tenacious fiends.
I’m still in lower Level One of the Dungeon.
All I can see are the dark blue walls and ceiling as I run by. The floor spreads
out in all directions in this sky-less maze. The path forks suddenly; there are
many intersections, and even some slopes in here. I’m pumping my arms as I
run back the same path I always take through this level.
It’s still morning, and I’m pretty sure I’m the only one here. I was playing it
safe, staying on Level One, and had the luck to run into a group of these
bastards.
There were eight of them at first. By some miracle, I took out two before I got
surrounded. But when the rest spread out like a net, I had no choice but to run
away.
Kobolds don’t do that—at least they aren’t supposed to. Usually the dog-
headed beasts wander around alone or in pairs and attack with sharp claws and
fangs. I realize I’m a newbie and all, but I’ve never seen kobolds act like this
before.
The Minotaur yesterday, and now this.
I must be cursed or something.
“Huh?”
That’s it! This part of the floor is a loop! I jump behind two corners and hold
my breath.
Run around forever like yesterday or ambush them. I choose ambush. As soon
as they turn that corner, I’ll make my move.
I may have a plan, but my heart is still testing the limits of my rib cage. Damn,
I’m nervous.
If other adventurers were here, they’d laugh through their noses and call me
an idiot.
However, the halls of lower Level One are wide. Going against a group of
enemies isn’t a good idea; you’ll get surrounded. No matter how much you run
around, a one-on-one battle will never happen. So says Dungeon theory,
anyway.
There’s also a risk of being caught in a pincer between two enemies.
If I’m going to survive this, I have to attack.
“……!”
Clop, clop, clop. The thumping sounds of their feet are closing in.
I look down at all five of my fingers, clenching ever tighter to my dagger.
I, Bell Cranell, am a dagger wielder. This particular dagger is about twenty
celch long and is my only weapon.
My sweaty palm grips even tighter, and I try to focus through all the beasts’
howls echoing through the corridor. Forcing my heart to be quiet, I take a deep
breath.
The second I see their bloodshot eyes turn the corner, I spring the trap.
“Yaaaahhhhhhhhh!!!”
“Gehh?”
Time slows down. I lock eyes with their leader. Jump!
My reflection grows in its eyes. Strike!
Direct hit through the heart. That’s one down.
The remaining kobolds round the corner half a breath later and jerk back in
surprise. But I can’t let up now! I grab the body of the dying kobold still on my
dagger and charge headlong into the horde, using it like a shield. Two of them
get bowled over by my surprise attack.
“Ga-ghaa?”
“Whaa!”
“Gyoogu?!”
I roll over the body, coming up clean and withdrawing my dagger from the
first kill. The two kobolds I hit fall flat on their backs.
That one’s close! Dive, slash down! Through the throat! That’s two.
“Gyaoooo!!!”
“!”
“Gyo!”
The last three are moving! Coming right for me!
Duck, roll back. The one above me, it’s wide open, but my dagger won’t get
there in time! I do the next best thing: kick. I bury my boot in its mouth.
Snap!
It crashes to the floor above me, its neck angled in a direction it’s not
supposed to go. Third one gone.
“I win!”
“Kyaaann!”
I declare this battle mine.
The three left can’t surround me. Kobolds aren’t too bright. They won’t figure
anything out. Especially now, since my dagger found the gut of the next jumper.
Four down, two to go.
I see fear in the last two’s eyes. But I’m not stopping now. Two steps, two
slashes, and the last two bodies hit the floor.
“Haaa—haaa—I…won.”
I sit down on the dungeon floor for a breather.
Did I just do that? I’ve never faced that many before, but somehow I did it.
Not even a scratch on me…Not bad at all!
There might have been a better way to face them. But I’m solo. There’s no
one here to tell me how or give me orders.
Hell, I’m the only member of Hestia Familia. Without any veterans or allies to
show me the ropes, I have to do things my own way. Do things “my own way”…
Sounds nice, but I’m still just a newbie making things up as I go along. I’m not
good for anything yet.
What if I asked someone from another Familia to train me up a bit? I mean, I
don’t want to die doing things “my own way”…but wait. If I did that, I’d be a
laughingstock. My goddess, too. What would the god of the other Familia think
if I did that? Things would get way too complicated.
Any way I look at it, I’ll be better off alone.
As long as I “don’t go on adventures,” I can fight and win.
Do whatever it takes to fight against one monster at a time.
Stay in the upper levels.
Use the surroundings to your advantage.
“…All right.”
Time to stand up and get to work on those bodies. One of the slain monsters’
tongues is hanging out, like the kobold’s still trying to breathe. I don’t feel sorry
for it but can still help it along. I raise my dagger over its body.
Flesh tears apart as I plunge the blade deep into its chest. Its body flinches
and blood squirts everywhere, but that doesn’t matter. I’m after the small,
shiny, bluish-purple shard in its chest.
The magic stone.
It’s a crystal with magical power; all monsters in the dungeon have them. I
know I’m always saying this, but I don’t know much more than that. Maybe I
should break down and read a book like the goddess is always telling me to do.
Anyway, the Guild pays cash in exchange for these beauties because of their
magical properties. This is how I make money, collecting magic stones to trade.
The magic stones are used for many things through human engineering, like
the lamp back at my room. The stones can be used to power stoves for cooking
or even to freeze foods to keep them fresh. They are a valuable resource.
Orario sells the stones to other cities and countries for big money, or at least
that’s what I’ve heard. I think the Guild should get the credit, though, not the
city.
The stone that I took out of the kobold is actually just a shard.
Only about the size of my fingernail, it’s not worth that much money. So far,
the monsters I’ve slain on lower Levels One to Four have all had this kind of
shard. The Guild pays more for bigger shards and full stones.
The kobold’s body starts changing the moment I pull out the shard. At first, it
flattens out like strings had been cut, and color drains from its face. Then
without warning, its entire body turns to ash and disappears without a trace.
All monsters disappear after their magic stone is removed.
Eina said that the magic stone is a monster’s core, its power source. The
magical energy of the stone gives them life. Eina also said that a good strategy
for taking them down in a pinch is to aim for the stones. If the stone gets
damaged in battle, the Guild won’t buy it. But I don’t think anyone would
complain about losing a little cash if they’re about to get slaughtered.
I watch the last of the body dissipate, but I can’t relax yet. I’ve got five more
shards to collect here, and two back where I first ran into the group. I don’t
have time to let them just lay around.
Cut, slash, grab, pull. Walk to the next, repeat, walk farther still, repeat.
“…Huh?”
I just pulled out the magic stone of one of the kobolds, but one of the claws
on its right hand didn’t turn to ash. It hit the floor with a plop and rocked a bit.
The claw isn’t going anywhere.
Looks like this is a “drop item.”
Sometimes a piece of a monster’s body stays behind even after its stone has
been removed. It just means that particular monster’s stone stored energy in a
different part of the body. So that part of the monster has enough independent
energy to stay behind even after the stone is removed. It also means this kobold
had a very sharp claw…
I can sell this, too. The Guild will sell it to the blacksmiths, and they will make
it into a weapon or something. If this is high enough quality, I might get more
for it than the magic shards!
“Finally! A little luck!”
I put the shards into my pouch, but I put the kobold claw into my black
backpack.
My backpack may look bland, but it has a few secrets. It was made with high-
quality material and woven with magic. It can hold more than your average
sack. It’s not perfect, though. If it gets too full, the seams will tear. And of
course, the weight. There really is no perfect item, is there…
Usually a “supporter” travels with adventurers and collects all the magic
stones and drop items. But Hestia Familia doesn’t have any supporters, just me.
I have to carry everything I pick up, and all that stuff gets pretty heavy. Ah,
soloing in the Dungeon…
Maybe I should hire a free supporter, someone not in any Familia. Eina’s been
disappointed with me recently, so a supporter might help.
Then again, we’re broke. How can I hire someone when it’s all I can do to buy
food and items?
“UAAHHHH!!!!”
“Gyaaaa!!!!”
“…Round two?”
Come on! Give me a break!
The Dungeon is a weird place, even if you ignore the magic stones.
This is the only one in the world. Like I said earlier, it’s been here since before
the gods arrived on Gekai.
There are legends about the bottom of the Dungeon. They say it’s connected
to Hell or some magical world. You’d think the gods would be able to tell us
what’s down there, but they never give us a straight answer.
“The Dungeon is a dungeon. What else can you find there other than a
dungeon?”
Words of the wise for sure. The gods really must like this place.
I was shocked the first time I heard that the Dungeon itself is “alive.”
It’s not like the walls are made of muscle and chase you around; they don’t
move at all. In fact, adventurers have mapped out many of the floors. The maps
are for sale at the Guild. I heard that the farther down you go, the floors get
mind-numbingly huge. So the maps are less and less complete the lower the
floor.
When I say alive, I mean it heals itself. If a wall is damaged or destroyed one
day, it’s back to normal the next.
The magic stones may not be that impressive, but the dungeon itself is made
from something really special. Even our best scientists can’t explain how or why
these things happen. All they can do is watch and marvel at it.
The walls have to be made of something a lot like magic stones. Sunlight
never reaches inside, and yet it’s always bright enough to see. The ceiling of the
first floor is speckled with tiny lights like sparks all over the place. No matter
what time of day it is outside, it’s bright in here.
Let’s not forget the monsters. They’re born in the Dungeon.
Literally, in the Dungeon. They hatch from the walls. I’m not kidding. Many
adventurers have seen it firsthand. That’s why no matter how many monsters
are slain, their numbers never go down.
But they don’t hatch just anywhere. Each floor bears different monsters. Sure,
some irregulars might go up or down a floor or two, but most stay on their birth
floor. On a side note, the deeper the floor, the stronger the monsters.
The floors themselves are connected by stairs, slopes, what have you. If I
make a mistake and get lost, I can’t warp to the Dungeon entrance. No one can.
We’re not gods, you know? Adventurers and monsters can only rely on their
feet when in the Dungeon.
Monsters are only born in the Dungeon.
So if the Dungeon is contained and managed, there is no threat living above it.
That’s how the first guild was formed. Now the benefits of the Dungeon and
the Guild go hand in hand.
A goblin nearly killed me several years ago when I was a kid. Most likely it
descended from goblins that escaped from the Dungeon before the Guild was
here. Monsters live far and wide across the world as well.
So yeah, they can breed just fine.
A place that spawns prosperity and danger, very mysterious…
It’s kind of scary to think about, but I think that the Dungeon isn’t originally
part of this world, just like the gods and goddesses weren’t. There is no way
humans and demi-humans built it.
Of course, there’s no way to confirm that, it’s just my gut feeling.
“—seeh!”
“Gobbyaaaa!”
How did I not see that goblin in the middle of the hallway?!?
Direct hit to my stomach, his foot got inside my ribs!
I catch a glimpse of his bulging eyes as my body folds under the force of his
kick. I roll backward.
Those eyes…I can still remember them from when I was attacked. Add in the
pasty green skin, and you’ve got a good idea what haunted my dreams for
years. But now that I received a blessing, I can kill them in a heartbeat, just like
this. What a difference…
I remember when I first saw one in this Dungeon my first time here. I was so
scared I couldn’t move. Feels like ages ago now.
“Oh! Another drop item!”
This time it’s a goblin fang.
I put it into my backpack, but the extra weight is really getting to me. Feels
like I’m carrying bricks in that thing. My spine itself is talking to me—that’s not a
good sign.
There’s still plenty of room in the bag, though…If I’m fighting goblins like that
one, I can still move like normal. I think…
“Gyshaaaa!”
“Eh? Dahh!!”
—Correction. I should call it a day.
Sure, it was a sneak attack, but I should have been able to dodge that attack
completely.
Another goblin was hiding in the shadow of the wall; now he’s standing in
front of me and baring his fangs. We lock eyes as I unhook my backpack and set
it on the floor.
I can’t take any chances. Even if I’m not going on adventures, danger lurks
around every corner in here. Didn’t Eina say that the most dangerous thing an
adventurer can think is, “Ah, whatever”?
I should head back. Exchange what I collected today and just head home. It’s
not that big a deal.
I wonder if Ms. Wallenstein will ever be interested in me. I have no damn clue
how to get her to notice me, but as I am now…I don’t have a chance!
Just thinking about the face of my savior lights my soul on fire.
I have dinner plans tonight. Better make sure I get enough money to eat
something at Syr’s bar. I promised her I’d be there. Gotta get more shards than
usual to cover it. I’ve already spent half a day prowling around down here.
Time to kick some ass!
“Hey, goblin! Right back at ya!”
“Buweee!!”
Now he’s in pieces.
Bell Cranell
Level One
Strength: I-82 → H-120 Defense: I-13 → I-42
Utility: I-96 -> H-139 Agility: H-172 → G-225 Magic: I-0
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“…huh?”
It’s early evening.
After coming home to the hidden room under the church after a hard day’s
work, I couldn’t believe my eyes.
The status paper the goddess gave me…These numbers can’t be right.
“Um…Goddess? Are you sure these numbers are right?”
“…What? Do you think I’m too stupid to copy down numbers?!?”
“N-no! It’s not that, it’s just…”
I don’t understand how my status could have gone up this much.
The goddess sounds like she has a thorn in her side or something, but she’s
sure about this. Maybe I should look one more time, just to be safe.
I tried really hard today. I’d say I did damn well.
But this…There is no way I improved 160 points in just one day!
What the hell were the past two weeks then? I barely went up a few points a
day until yesterday.
“Goddess, something has to be wrong. Look here. I got hit once today, once!
And my Defense goes through the roof?”
“……”
I only took damage from that one goblin. My armor blocked one, and I ducked
and dodged all the others. Suddenly my defense goes up 29 points? It’s more
than triple what it was when I left this morning!
I’ve been hit by plenty of monsters since I started and only went up 13 points.
One kick does this?
“This isn’t right, Goddess. I…um…Goddess?”
“……”
Something is definitely wrong.
She’s in a bad mood, a really bad mood. Her eyes are scaring me.
Her childish face is glaring at me through half-closed eyes. I don’t even have
to ask. “I am pissed” is written all over her.
Why…? What did I do?
I’ve never seen her like this. What do I do now?
Sweat is rolling down my forehead. Hey, I bet that goblin felt like this a few
hours ago…
“Goddess…?”
“……”
“Um…Goddess?”
“……”
“Please tell me, why did my status go up so much?”
“…Hell if I know.”
She puffs out her cheeks and turns her back on me.
She’s cute when she’s mad…The heck am I thinking?
I’ve never seen her act like this. Maybe she’s at a difficult age?
“Hmph.”
She stomps off to the closet making angry sounds along the way. Even her
ponytails twitch with rage.
Shaking with fury, she opens the closet and pulls out a custom overcoat.
Throwing it over her shoulders, she walks right past me toward the door.
“I have something to go to for my part-time job. Have fun ‘spreading your
wings’ and eating a gorgeous meal by yourself! Be lonely for all I care!”
BANG! She slams the door so hard the room shakes.
She didn’t look at me the whole time…“Something to go to”? Like what?
What just happened…?
She has to be mad at me, but I have no idea why…
I just know I made her mad. Maybe I’ll remember something on the way.
Ahhh…
I need to cheer up before getting to Syr’s.
The sun is sinking into the western sky.
The red rays of sunlight are being replaced by the bluish glow of the moon
and lots of lively voices.
Adventurers back safe from the dungeon and people who just finished a hard
day at work are indulging in a well-earned ale. Happy and angry voices pour out
of all the bars that line Main Street. Orange light emanating from inside the
pubs bathes the streets with the shadows of their patrons.
I’m sure I met her somewhere around here this morning…
I wander through the human traffic of Main Street, looking around like a lost
puppy.
It’s so different from this morning. All these people are making it hard for me
to recognize any buildings or landmarks. Am I really in the same place?
The bars are at the center of the storm of energy swirling around me. Demi-
humans are smiling, drawing people off the streets and luring them into their
respective establishments. A group of prums and gnomes, the shortest of the
demi-human races, are standing shoulder to shoulder and singing to their
hearts’ content. Even a dwarf—a strong race known for their adventurers, I
might add—joins in their jolly circle to hum a few notes.
Female animal people, a race of demi-humans with animalian ears and bushy
tails, try to bring in customers with some very “playful” clothing. But they are
put to shame by a line of Amazons walking by wearing not much more than
loincloths. The Amazons don’t seem to care about all eyes following them as
they strut down the street. I tear my own eyes away from their little parade and
keep walking.
Music, strings and wind instruments by the sound of it, breaks through the din
of the nightlife.
So this is Main Street at night…
“…This should be it…”
I remember that terrace from this morning. I stopped just in front of it.
The building is made of stone. It’s two stories tall like the rest, but it looks
very deep. It might be the biggest bar in the area.
This has to be Syr’s bar, The Benevolent Mistress.
Quite the name, and quite the sign it’s written on. I step up to the door and
take a peek inside.
Opening the door, I immediately see a stout dwarfess, probably the owner,
behind a counter and a group of young cat-people girls in aprons serving food
and alcohol to customers. Looking around the place, all the employees taking
orders and carrying food are girls!
Don’t tell me, the entire staff is female?
The name wasn’t lying…
Oh boy…Isn’t this place a bit out of my league?
There’s even a proud elfess working here! I clear my throat. I wonder which
one will come to greet me? I’ve fantasized so many times about a place where
all these beautiful flowers are right in front of me…Well, the dwarfess wasn’t
really what I had in mind, but hey.
This place isn’t all that risqué, but look at all these ladies! I’ve never seen so
many pretty ones at once before! It’s enough to make my face turn red.
It really is cheerful in here, though. The waitresses are hopping from table to
table with big smiles, and customers are happy. This place feels alive! Most of
the patrons are male, and adventurers by the looks of them. They come off a
little intimidating, but they’re happily drinking with their buddies. And the food
looks amazing!
The decorations and style of the bar are pretty contemporary compared to
other places, but it still feels like a bar. The terrace off of the main entrance
adds to its flare. Speaking of the terrace, someone’s looking at me…I can feel
someone’s eyes going right through me.
But anyway, I bet the terrace is a major draw for men and women.
However, I want to leave, like right now.
“Bell?”
“……”
Syr? How long has she been standing beside me?
My mouth twitches, so I slam my lips together and try to force a smile. Worst
smile ever.
It will have to do.
“…Here I am.”
“Yes! Welcome!”
She’s still wearing the same blouse, skirt, and apron from this morning.
I follow her through the still-open entrance. She faces the crowd and takes a
deep breath.
“Now seating one!”
Do they really announce everyone who comes in? At a bar…?
I just need to follow her and do my best to blend in.
I’m new at this, too.
“Please have a seat here.”
“T-thank you.”
She leads me to a counter seat.
The counter is a long L, and she places me at the small corner seat at the end.
The wall is right behind me, I’m right in the crook of the building. There’s only
one seat in this nook, so no one can sit down next to me. Basically it’s just me
facing the owner behind the counter.
Maybe Syr realized this is my first time and gave me a good seat to get my
feet wet?
I won’t bother any other customers here and can eat at my own pace.
She might be going out of her way to help me.
“So you’re Syr’s guest, eh? Ha-ha, you got a charming face fer an adventurer.”
Please leave me alone…
The dwarfess is leaning halfway over the counter, scanning me with almost
dark eyes. I have feelings, you know? And I like my space, thank you very much.
“Just give us a holler if you need somethin’! I hear you’re going all out tonight!
I’ll keep the food comin’, all you got to do is keep on orderin’!”
“?!?!”
Her words had to sink in a bit.
Wait, wait, wait! Who said…? Syr! She’s right behind me, if I can just get her
attention. She looked away! What is going on here?
“Who said I was going all out? That’s news to me!”
“…Hee-hee-hee.”
“What’s so funny?!?!”
Trying to pull a fast one on me, you witch?
“Well, I told Mama Mia that I invited someone here tonight, and I kinda talked
you up a bit and things got a little out of hand…”
“That was on purpose, wasn’t it?!?!”
“I’m rooting for you!”
“Please, just clear this up!”
So much for the “good girl next door”! She’s an evil witch!
“I won’t be going all out! My Familia is dirt poor, it’s impossible!”
“…I’m so hungry…Couldn’t eat breakfast…My strength…It’s leaving me…”
“Oh ha-ha! What’s with that tone? Cut it out! This is a real dirty game you’re
playing!”
This is way too much stress for just keeping a promise! They’re scamming me!
“It’s just a joke. I wanted to have a bit of fun, that’s all. Please, take your time
and order when you are ready.”
“…Okay. But just a little.”
Clever girl, this one.
I hold back a sigh and turn to face the counter. I remove the menu from a
trendy stand and take a look. My eyes find the prices before the food.
I exchanged enough loot to get 4,400 vals before coming here. I slew more
monsters today than ever and picked up a few drop items on the side. My
pockets are much heavier than usual right now.
Fifty vals’ worth of food is enough to fill me up, but weapons, armor, and
items are really expensive. I want to get some better equipment, but one
healing potion costs 500 vals a pop! I barely have enough to pay for repairs for
my own weapon and armor.
My dagger cost me 3,600 vals, and I had to take out a loan from the Guild to
cover it. I finally paid them back for that and my armor, but they’re really taking
advantage of adventurers…
I’ve got plans for this money. I’d like to save some, too.
I guess I’ll have some pasta. Bye-bye 300 vals…
The food here all has a flashy style to it. This is my first time eating food at a
bar, but other places have to be cheaper than this…
“How ’bout some ale?”
I politely refuse the owner’s offer. I’m underage, but more than anything, I
don’t have the money.
She just ignores my words and thumps one down on the counter anyway.
Why did she even bother asking?
“Are you enjoying yourself?”
“…I’m a bit overwhelmed, actually…”
Syr comes back when I’m about halfway through my pasta.
There’s a hint of irony in my voice.
She unties her apron; her dusty blue hair shakes as she pulls it over her head.
She puts it up on a hook on the wall, drags a stool up to me, and sits down.
“What about your job?”
“The kitchen is a little busy, but the others have everything else covered.
Things are slowing down a bit, too.”
She shoots a pleading look at the owner, asking for permission.
The owner raises her chin in a jerking nod, giving her the okay.
“Well, first let me say thank you for this morning. The bread was delicious.”
“No, no. You coming here tonight made my empty stomach worth it.”
“Don’t you mean it was worth it to force me to spend a lot on dinner?”
I didn’t think I’d be paying this much for food; I have the right to complain.
Syr laughs with a smile, bowing her head and saying, “Sorry.” I hope she’s
serious.
After that, I ask her a bit about the bar itself.
This bar, The Benevolent Mistress, was founded by an ex-adventurer, the
dwarfess behind the counter. Her name is Mia, but the employees here usually
call her “Mama” or “Mama Mia.” She got permission from the god of her
Familia to retire from dungeon crawling and open up shop. I suddenly had a lot
more respect for the lady behind the counter.
She only hires women, period. However, Mia employs all types of girls with
questionable backgrounds and welcomes them with open arms.
“What about you?” comes out of my mouth without much thought. She
simply says it looked like a fun place to work.
“We’ve become pretty popular with adventurers recently, so money is
flowing in. The pay is good, too.”
“…Are you one of those people who’s in love with money, Syr? Kidding,
kidding! But because so many different people come here…”
She turns away from the counter and looks across the main floor of the bar.
A human waitress lightly bends over to take a dwarf customer’s order. There
are elves looking at their food with hungry eyes. A group of prums is living it up
on the other side of the room.
Everyone is raising their glasses and drinking until they’re red in the face.
“More people means more possibilities. I get really excited just thinking about
what I might discover on any given day.”
Her eyes are smiling…
Ahem. She made one of those fake coughs as soon as she saw me looking at
her. Her cheeks are turning red, too.
“Anyway, that’s how it is. I guess meeting new people is fun. My heart yearns
for it.”
“…That’s quite the hobby you’ve got there.”
I’m not all that different. I get excited just seeing all the people on the streets
of Orario.
That might be the best thing about the city and the people who live here: you
learn something new every day.
The moment that I find some common ground with Syr, the doors suddenly
open and a group of about ten new costumers files into the bar. They must
have made a reservation because they’re all led to an empty table in the
opposite corner of the main floor.
The band is comprised of many different races. I’m pretty sure they’re
adventurers—strong ones, too.
Isn’t that…!
My heart jumps.
I caught a glimpse of blond hair so shiny it could be made of real gold.
Her body, so delicate and feminine it would break if you touched it, looks
more like a spirit or a fairy from legends than a human’s. She doesn’t walk, she
glides.
Her big golden eyes…so clear, so pretty. I just gasped a little.
The one whom I admire above all others is part of the group of formidable
adventurers coming into the bar.
There’s no mistaking her.
Aiz Wallenstein…
“…Ooho!”
“They royalty or somethin’?”
“’Course not, moron. Look at the emblems.”
“…Meh.”
Other customers just figured out that this troop belongs to Loki Familia. A
new tone of whispers spreads throughout the bar.
“So that’s them.” “…They’re the “giant-killer Familia, eh?” “Aren’t they first-
class all-stars?!” “Who’s the kenki I’ve heard so much about?”
Waves of awe echo through all of their voices. Some of them whistle at Ms.
Wallenstein and other female members of the group as they walk past.
I’m just as awestruck as they are.
To think I would see “the one” in a place like this!
W-what do I do?
“B-Bell?”
Should I go over there and say thank you for saving my life…? No, no, no. I’d
just look stupid. Even if I went over there, what the hell could I say? “I love you!
Let me take you out!” Yeah, right. I need to calm down. She doesn’t even know
my name.
Okay, just watch.
“…Bell…?”
I can use the bar as cover; don’t want Loki Familia to see my red face
watching them from across the room. I feel like I’m stalking my prey in some
vast savannah and the trap has been set. Syr’s looking at me with concern on
her face, but I’m too busy to notice.
Ms. Wallenstein’s seat is facing directly toward me. Screech…The sound of
their chairs on the floor fills my ears, but my eyes are locked firmly on her.
“Yes-sa! Great day out there in the Dungeon today, people! Time to cut loose!
Drink up!”
One of them stands up and makes a toast. His back is to me, so I can’t see his
face.
They all start talking at once. Loud clinks of glasses, cutlery hitting plates,
shoveling food into their mouths. But Ms. Wallenstein just has a small plate in
front of her, taking her time.
As if Loki Familia’s toast was some kind of signal, other patrons remember
they have drinks and food, too. It’s like the room flipped a switch and went back
to normal.
“Loki Familia members are regulars here. Their goddess, Loki, seems to like it
here.”
Syr just whispered the best news I’ve ever heard into my ear, her hand up like
a wall to keep anyone from overhearing her.
But I understand loud and clear.
If I come here, there is a good chance of seeing Ms. Wallenstein.
My eyes follow every one of Ms. Wallenstein’s movements. How she laughs
when someone tells her that her face is red from drinking. How she talks with
her female teammates, her energy, her smile. How she delicately wipes the side
of her mouth as if caring for a young fawn.
I can’t say I’m proud of spying on her this way, but how else could I have
gotten information like this without my own two eyes?
She likes to talk about this, she laughs like that…
My whole body feels like it’s burning red. I’ve never felt like this before.
“Yeah, Aiz! Tell us that one story!”
“That one story…?”
My body freezes. One of them called her Aiz.
A young male animal person sitting two seats diagonally across from her
requested the tale.
He has a handsome face, but also a very manly aura. I’m male myself, and I
have to admit I like his style.
“You know the one! About those Minotaurs that got away! Remember, you
finished off the last one on the lower fifth! You know: tomato boy!”
Lightning shoots down my spine; the butterflies are gone. Something else is
taking their place.
My mind is frozen. My body won’t move.
“Are you talking about the group of Minotaurs that attacked us on the lower
seventeenth floor, and they ran away when we fought back?”
“Yeah, yeah! That one! By some miracle they ran up! We tore after them!
Already damn tired, too!”
The only mode of transportation in the Dungeon is your own two feet. Since
there is no convenient way to reach the lower levels, adventurers who go there
pass through the same path over and over.
Therefore, adventurers need to be prepared for both the trip down and the
trip up. If you just go as deep as you can, you won’t be able to make it back and
will be lost forever. Familias that go into the Dungeon need good leaders with a
strong sense of how far to go and when to turn back.
The story so far:
Loki Familia was on some kind of “expedition.”
They encountered a group of Minotaurs on their way back but couldn’t slay
them all.
The remaining Minotaurs ran toward the surface. They caught up to the last
one on lower Level Five.
Ms. Wallenstein delivered the final blow.
And at that very spot…
“Yeah, and there! That ‘adventurer’! Damn newbie kid!”
…Me.
“Got himself cornered like a lil’ bunny! Shaking like one, too! Poor thing was
about to explode!”
Every inch of my body is burning. I might explode right now.
“Oh? What happened to the boy? Was he okay?”
“Aiz here carved up the Minotaur at the last second, ain’t that right?”
“……”
My jaw won’t close. My eyes are locked on that guy, my neck not budging an
inch in any other direction. Something’s gotta give.
He cocks his eyebrows, upping his manly presence.
“The kid took the full blast of that stinky cow’s blood, got soaked! So, tomato
boy! Gya-ha-ha-ha-ha-ahhh—Ow, my ribs!!!”
“Woah…”
“Aiz, please tell me you weren’t trying to do that! I’m begging you!”
“…No, I wasn’t.”
The animal guy is laughing so hard he’s tearing up. The rest of the table, too.
They’re laughing at me. Even the customers around them are trying not to
laugh.
“And get this! Tomato boy! He ran away, screaming his head off! Gya-ha-ha-
ha! Our princess saves him, and he just buggers off!”
“…Hm.”
“GYA-HA-HA-HA-HA! Absolutely priceless! Aizee scares away a newbie! You
are sooo awesome!”
“Ha-ha-ha…I’m sorry, Aiz, but I can’t take this anymore!”
“……”
“Ooooh, don’ make them scary eyes! It ruins yer cute face!”
The entire Loki Familia table erupts with laughter.
I feel like they just blew a hole in my chest.
It’s as if the whole world is in that corner.
“Um…B-Bell?”
I can hear Syr’s voice, but it goes in one ear and out the other.
Their conversation is starting back up.
“But really, it’s been a long time since I’ve seen something so pathetic! So
disgusting I could cry!”
“…Hmmm.”
“The hell was he doing? If you’re gonna cry like a little bitch, you shouldn’t be
down there in the first place! Right, Aiz?”
“……”
I can almost hear my own head caving in.
“It’s weak adventurers like him who give us a bad name. Just give it up
already!”
“Shut your mouth already, Bete! It was our mistake that let the Minotaurs
escape! That boy had nothing to do with it! And stop drinking! Learn some
respect!”
“Oh-oh! You elves and your pride! But yeah, what’s in it for you to protect
that piece of shit? Saying it’s our fault, you’re lying to yourself! Just to keep
your pride! Trash is trash! What’s wrong with calling it what it is?”
“Hey, hey! That’s enough! Bete, Riveria, relax! You’re killing the mood!”
—tick, tick, tick
“Eh, Aiz! What did you think about him, the pathetic piece of shit who was
shaking in front of you? Do you think he deserves to stand at our level, as
adventurers?”
“…I don’t blame him for acting the way he did under those circumstances.”
—tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick
“Why you acting all Goody Two-shoes? Okay then, I’m changin’ the question.
Him or me—who’s got it going on?”
“…Bete, are you drunk?”
“Shut it! Now, Aiz! Choose! As a female, which male wags your tail? Which
male makes you hot?”
—tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick
“…I have no reason to answer that question, especially to you, Bete.”
“You’re absurd…”
“Quiet, hag!…Well then, what if that piece of trash came up to you, said he
liked you, would you take him?”
“…Hm.”
—tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick,
tick
“Of course you wouldn’t! Why would a tiny kid who’s so weak, feeble, and all-
around nauseating have the right to even stand next to you? There’s no way
he’d measure up!”
“A tiny kid could never land Aiz Wallenstein!”
I stand up, the chair flying backward.
I tear my eyes away from their table and make a break for the door.
“Bell?!”
The street is jam-packed with people and buildings, but I don’t care. I focus on
getting away. Someone is calling my name, but it’s just sound to me now.
It’s really dark out, but I don’t care. I’m gone.
“Bell?!”
A young waitress pursued a boy’s shadow as he burst out of the bar in a full
sprint. Some of the other customers realized something had happened, but it
was so fast that no one really knew for sure what was going on.
Confusion spread through the main floor of the bar.
“Did someone just dine ’n’ dash?”
“At Mommy Mia’s? The guy’s got guts, that’s for sure!”
Bete and the other adventurers in the corner table ignored the rest of the
patrons’ comments, but Aiz stood up.
Her well-trained eyes shot through the crowd and caught a clean look at the
shadow just before it got away.
A thin body with white hair.
Slightly downcast ruby-colored eyes shone from under the bangs—just like
the boy from yesterday.
Could that be…?
She shuffled her way to the front of the building and leaned on a pillar in the
entrance to look outside.
Looking to her right, all she could see was the back of the young waitress as
she ran into the crowd on Main Street.
The boy was nowhere to be seen.
Bell…
She mouthed the name that the young waitress yelled into the night.
For whatever reason, she heard his name more clearly than the voices of her
comrades currently tapping on her back.
“Oi-oi, Aizuuu, what’cha doin’?”
“……”
A woman had left the table and now stood behind Aiz. She wrapped her arms
around the blond girl’s body. The woman pressed her hips into Aiz’s backside
and took a squeeze, body and breast. Aiz lost her breath for a moment.
If this person had not been the goddess Loki herself—or a woman at least—
she would have been quickly dealt with. Aiz held herself back, unable to just
throw her off.
However, she didn’t have to put up with it. She grabbed the arm coiled
around her stomach and drove her elbow into it. Loki stepped back a bit in
surprise, giving Aiz enough space to spin around and bury her palm in the
goddess’s cheek.
“Chee, ya’re feisty! Ya don’ look it at all, Aizuu!”
“Hands to yourself.”
Loki was shaken and looked as if she was about to burst out crying before
suddenly smiling with Aiz’s dark red handprint still pulsing on her face. She
looked to the sky and yelled, “Shy ’n’ cool! Soooo my type!”
Aiz couldn’t look at her. It was too embarrassing.
“Don’ be makin’ that face. If Bete’s gettin’ to ya, I’ll have Mommy Mia to
string ’im up outside!”
Loki must have misunderstood why Aiz had left the table in the first place.
Looking back inside, members of their party were holding the young animal
man down while the elfess with whom he had argued earlier tied him up.
The elfess smiled as she stood over him, her foot pinning him to the floor.
“Hee-hee, Aizuu. Come on back.”
“……”
Loki wrapped her arm around Aiz’s shoulder and guided her inside. Aiz fought
it long enough to look outside one last time.
Even with the magic stone lamps lighting the busy street, the boy was long
gone.
Storm clouds hovered in the night sky; it could have rained at any moment.
Step.
Kick off from the ground.
“Iiiaaa!”
My blade flashes, faster than before.
The monster behind me crashes to the floor, making a short squeal.
A bulb-eyed frog monster is gushing black liquid from massive cuts all over its
body.
It attacks adventurers with a long, spear-like tongue, a “frog shooter.”
It’s not worthy of pity. I feel nothing looking into its sunken, dead eyes. Just
keep moving forward.
Pain in my arms and legs doesn’t matter. I will slay anything that moves. My
feet take me deeper into the Dungeon.
A flat floor, smooth walls, and the ceiling are my guides.
I wander around aimlessly in the tasteless air of the Dungeon.
It’s colder than this afternoon and dead quiet. There is nothing around me—
no monsters, no adventurers, just these walls and the chill.
My boots echo with each step. They’re keeping me company through these
winding halls.
“……”
Feels like a ghost should come out at any second, that kind of echo. I look
down at my body.
No armor, just my usual street clothes. Slashes and gashes from various claws
and fangs are all over me. My clothes have been shredded. They look like
something a criminal would wear while committing a felony.
My right hand grips a blade I keep on me just for emergencies. My arm drips
with the blood of who knows how many monsters.
I’m a mess…
That’s not a problem. I can keep going, but I rest my eyes for a moment.
Run, run, run, how much did I run?
Through the crowds of Main Street, away from that bar, into the Dungeon.
I found monsters, slew them, ran to the next, slew them, too.
Slash, slice, stab…How many have I cut?
Just how weak am I? I lost myself for a while.
The thought of my own weakness fueled my rage enough to make it this far
with just one knife.
I have to close the distance between me and her, no matter what. I have to
get to her level as soon as possible.
A flame burns in my heart, and I let it consume my whole body.
…Where…am I?
What do I do now?
What happened after the bar? I only remember a few flashes here and there.
I take a deep breath and rack my brain for clues. I hunted the monsters—I
remember that much—but everything else is so cloudy…
I open my eyes and take a look around. The walls are different, kind of a
mossy green. The corridor is really thin, too, with more paths breaking off than I
remember.
I’ve never even seen a frog shooter before, come to think of it.
This is the fifth…no, lower sixth floor.
I came down six flights of stairs starting at the main gate. This has to be the
lower sixth.
It seems I’m exploring a new floor.
I continue forward without fully grasping what I’m doing. The idea of turning
around never crosses my mind, still numb from the night’s events.
I look around for my next target. Nothing is moving; it’s just me and the
echoes now.
“Ha…ha…ha…”
My breathing is a bit rough. Maybe I’m pushing too hard?
How long have I been in the Dungeon?
Sure, the sparkling specks on the ceiling make it easy to see, but they don’t
tell me the time of day. It could be noon. I have no idea. I don’t have a watch,
either. Oh, well.
…What’s this?
I’ve been walking a while. This spot looks a lot like my room under the church.
Except it’s a full square, and there’s nothing in here. Light green walls, looks
as bleak and deserted as the church…
I’m already halfway in, but I don’t see any other paths. Seems like there’s only
one way in or out of here.
I should turn around; this is a dead end.
What is that?
Crack, crack
“—”
Getting louder…
There’s nothing here, no monster could hide behind anything…Such an eerie
sound.
Nothing left, nothing right, I can’t see where it’s coming from!
It’s just me and that sound. My echoes are gone. It’s drilling into my ears!
Is it possible that my senses improved along with my status? That has to be
the only explanation.
If that’s true, I should be able to follow my ears to the source of the noise.
The wall! It’s coming from that greenish wall!
Why would a wall be making noise? The walls aren’t alive…
A crack! Spreading! It’s right in front of me!
“……!”
Monsters are born from the Dungeon walls!
A new monster is being born, right here, right now, from inside this wall. Right
in front of me. Monsters don’t emerge as babies. They are born as full-fledged,
battle-ready adults!
The Dungeon, the only place in the world that gives birth to a threat to
humanity…
A massive, three-fingered hand bursts through the crack. It’s flexing, grabbing
at the air. A foot! The other hand now!! It’s coming out of the wall! Pieces of
the Dungeon wall are breaking off and falling to the floor, adding even more
echoes to this dead-end square.
The creature lands on the floor with a thud; the last pieces of the wall come
crashing down around its feet.
There is only one word to describe it: shadow.
It’s probably about 160 celch. This monster is about as tall as me. Its entire
body, head to toe, fingertip to fingertip, is pitch black. Shape-wise, it looks
almost human. It has no skin pattern or hair, just smooth black shadow.
Its head looks like a pointed plus sign, with a big, silver, round part in the
middle.
The freaky shadow straightens up and turns to face me.
This is the lower-sixth-floor monster, “Wall Shadow.”
“Ke……!”
Behind me! The wall is cracking! Don’t tell me another one is being born right
here!
I’m caught in a pincer!
No, the room is wide enough, so I have room to move. Still, it’s two on one.
Not good.
But this timing…Did I fall into a trap laid by the Dungeon itself? So this is the
Dungeon’s true face.
“……”
The two Wall Shadows silently flex their bodies as they surround me, getting
ready for battle.
Their silver “eyes” are flashing like dying magic stone lamps surrounded in
fog. They are locked onto me, their “prey.”
“……Haaa!”
A deep breath. My blood-stained knife is as ready as it’s going to get.
I’m probably too far gone, trapped in the lower sixth, no armor, no hope.
But the flames that ignited at the bar are still burning. Everything I heard that
guy say, that’s all that I care about.
That pain is far worse than this. The fire within me will be more than enough
to keep me going.
There is a voice in my head, telling me to run. But I say fight!
Bell Cranell
Level One
Strength: H-120 → G-221 Defense: I-42 → H-101
Utility: H-139 → G-232 Agility: G-225 → F-313 Magic: I-0
Magic
()
Skills
Realis Phrase
Rapid Growth
Continued desire results in continued growth
Stronger desire results in stronger growth
“—!”
Hestia’s hands stopped moving in an instant.
Her eyes were glued to the thin back of the boy beneath her. His status was
laid out before her as if she had opened an ancient book of hieroglyphs.
The information expressed in the Falna she had given him sent shivers down
her spine.
A day had passed since Bell’s return.
He screamed when he’d realized he was sleeping next to the goddess. He
spent a full day in that bed and awoke at his usual time the next morning to find
himself in that predicament. It was still early, so they decided they might as well
do a status update.
It was just how it always was: Bell facedown on the bed without a shirt, the
goddess sitting on his rear end, pricking her finger and dripping blood on his
back…The only thing out of the ordinary was the numbers floating to the
surface, a completely unbelievable status.
He’s growing too fast.
Bell was the first member of her Familia, and thus he was the first human to
receive her Falna, her blessing. A few of her friends had told her some things
about how blessed children grow, but she wasn’t an expert.
She didn’t know how to make them get experience quickly, how to unlock
their skills, or how to release the magic within them.
She only knew that the status on his back was not normal, at all.
This wasn’t growth. It was leaps and bounds.
There might not be another adventurer like him…
If everyone grew at Bell’s pace, then most adventurers would be in Level Two,
almost to Level Three.
Most adventurers had a difficult time reaching Level Two, so much so that
most Level Twos were members of large Familias. More than half of
adventurers never advanced beyond Level One.
Bell’s status was currently the equivalent of two average, veteran
adventurers’ statuses combined.
The only time a blessed person’s status points went up 10 points or more at
once was during the early stages of his or her career. Then they usually hit a
wall and came to their god to complain about it.
Very few of them made it past that first wall. The rest just went around in
circles.
Why did he grow this much…? The only possible explanation is…!
There was something swelling within him.
Hestia, the only one to know about the skill Realis Phrase, bit her lip as her
head spun.
The children had an emotion called “jealousy.” This emotion was rocking
Hestia to her very core.
“Goddess?”
“!”
Bell was looking over his shoulder, trying to figure out why Hestia had
stopped.
“Aah! Sorry! Sorry!” she said, trying to reassure him and returning to work. At
least she acted like she was getting back to work. She was almost finished
anyway.
What should I do…? Just give the status to him as it is…?
Sudden confidence and strength led to arrogance.
Hestia knew that much. She knew that all the children, not just humans, had
this weakness. Arrogance led to carelessness, and then to death.
Part of her wanted to believe that Bell wasn’t the kind of person who would
be arrogant. But the other part said, “What if?” and she couldn’t ignore that
feeling as his protector. What if she lost him?
Trust and worry fought for control of her decision. But no matter how many
reasons she thought of to trust Bell, worry kept winning out.
But if I don’t give him the real status, I’ll be lying to him…
That would interfere with Bell’s growth.
If he didn’t know what he was capable of, he’d fight enemies he had no
business crossing blades with every day. What would this do to his status if he
survived? Excelia tended to accumulate faster when the person fought against
an opponent stronger than themselves.
No matter how good it would make her feel, lying to Bell now would be no
different that personally cutting a hole in his hopes and dreams with her own
two hands.
For a brief moment, Hestia did not think. There was only silence within her
heart.
In the end, she chose to trust him.
Fighting back the “what if” with self control, she forced the scale to tip.
He was doing something that the gods could not change. It was well within
her power to give him a push in the form of his status. “I want to be strong.”
Even if his motivation came from feelings for another, he had made up his
mind.
“Bell, is it okay if I just tell you your status today?”
“Um, sure. That’s fine with me.”
Bell looked up over his shoulder as she told him how many points he had
grown.
But she left out the part about his skill, Realis Phrase.
It’s a rare skill, for sure.
Most skills were fairly common and had similar effects among adventurers.
While it was not fully understood how skills were acquired, the skills that had
been confirmed to exist had different names and effects. It was still fairly easy
to find another adventurer with something similar.
Furthermore, members of specific races tended to have similar skill sets.
Many elves had skills that increased magic; dwarves usually had skills that
improved their physical strength.
There were many different types of skills with various outcomes for all types
of races. However, when an extremely low number of adventurers possessed a
certain skill, it was considered a “rare skill.”
The gods referred to it as such.
If he knew, things would get ugly…
She wasn’t keeping the information about his skill away from him out of spite.
Sure, her jealously of Wallensomething was 70 percent (maybe 90 percent) of
her reasoning, but there were other circumstances that were keeping her lips
sealed.
Gods and goddesses were here to have fun. When news of a “rare” or
“original” skill reached their ears, they pursued it like kids in a candy store. Their
sparkling eyes went wide open. A little bit of drool oozed out of their mouths.
Some of the more foolish gods might even try to get the skill’s possessor into
his or her own Familia, ignoring the current blessing altogether.
Just playing a game.
Bell isn’t good at lying. He’ll tell anyone about his skill if they ask. Word will
travel fast. So, just this one thing, I’ll keep to myself.
The skill increased growth under certain conditions.
Realis Phrase was without a doubt an undocumented skill.
Hestia decided to protect Bell from the other gods by locking this secret deep
within her mind.
Bell’s jaw dropped as Hestia told him what was written on his back—other
than his skill, of course. Hestia put the finishing touches on the hieroglyphs. It
was the one thing she could do to help him.
“So, yeah. You grew quite a lot this time. Do you know why?”
“No…not really…Ah!”
“Yes?”
“Well…the other night I went down to the lower sixth floor…”
“Huh? W-what? Are you crazy?! What were you thinking? And with no
armor?!?”
“I-I’m sorry!”
Hestia jumped to her feet and stood over him, glaring. She released a torrent
of scolding and reprimands onto Bell, still shirtless on the bed.
“The point is, I don’t know exactly why, but you are growing at an alarming
rate. I don’t know how long this will last or how high you’ll go. Let’s call it a
growth spurt.”
“U-understood!”
“…This is just my opinion, but I think you have great potential. You have talent
and great instincts as an adventurer.”
That skill couldn’t be the only reason Bell had done this well so far.
It was only the spark that allowed him to grow so quickly.
There had been many indications of what he was really capable of doing.
A farm boy from the countryside with no teacher had survived near-death
situations while prowling the Dungeon alone every day.
The skill Realis Phrase raised the basic status. It didn’t teach how to attack,
when to block or dodge. Only real experience in battle could do that. Even if he
didn’t have the skill, he was the only one who could make those decisions in
combat. That was his true strength.
The fact that Bell had survived alone this long showed he had talent.
“…You will get stronger. And I want you to get even stronger than you are
now.”
“…Yes.”
Bell sat up and looked into Hestia’s eyes. She crossed her arms and looked
back down at him.
She put all her heart into her next words.
“…I want you to promise me that you won’t try to do too much. I want you to
swear that you won’t repeat the other night.”
“I—”
“Your will to get stronger is amazing, and I respect you for it. I will encourage
you, support you, help you in any way I can…So.”
Her eyes glistened as tears started to flow. She pleaded with all of her being.
“…Please don’t leave me alone.”
Her pleas had an immediate effect.
Bell’s shoulders sank as he looked upon her. His face was deep in thought, as
though he was remembering another promise he had kept. He closed his eyes
and took a deep breath.
Stillness filled the air. For the two of them, it was a long silence.
“…I promise.”
Bell raised his head.
His face looked pitiful, about to cry, but also happy and about to burst at the
seams all at the same time.
There was not a hint of deceit in his smile. For Hestia, this face was far more
trustworthy than any words.
Now, she was sure that this boy was worthy of her trust.
“I won’t try too hard. I’ll do my best to get stronger…But I will not leave you
behind or make you worry. You will not be alone.”
“I’m glad to hear that. I can relax now.”
Fighting off the urge to jump into his arms, Hestia smiled at the boy.
She picked up his shirt from the floor and gave it to him. He said a quick
“Thank you.” She looked up at the ceiling as he changed.
…I’m so happy!
There was something she could do for him.
Her feet thumped on the warped flooring as she ran to a shelf in the kitchen.
Most of the shelf was used for cookware, but she went to a box in the center
and threw it open. Her hand flew around blindly as she fumbled for something
hidden inside. Pulling the box down, she looked past the flyers and paperwork
for her part-time job and found what she was looking for.
She grabbed an invitation entitled GANESHA’S CELEBRATION OF THE GODS.
Hephaistos will be there, right?
The face of the friend and goddess who found this room popped into Hestia’s
mind.
Getting in touch with Hephaistos was never easy because she was always
working and traveling to many places around the city.
Hestia decided to use this party as an opportunity to see her friend in person.
The party started…tonight.
“Ah!” came out of her mouth as she quickly looked around. “Bell, I’m going to
be out tonight. Maybe for a few days. That okay?”
“Eh? Ah, I understand. Something for work?”
“Nope. I wasn’t really interested at first, but some of my closest friends are
going to a party. I’m thinking I’ll go and say hi. It’s been too long since I have
seen everyone.”
“Then by all means, go!” Bell said with a smile. Friends were important. He
had no reason to refuse.
Hestia felt bad for bringing this up out of the blue, but she smiled back and
walked to the closet. None of her clothes were really appropriate for the event,
but she grabbed the best dress she had and put it in her travel bag. A few more
odds and ends and she was ready to go. All that was left was to request
someone to cover her shift at work. She’d do that on the way.
She was almost out the door when she thought of one last thing.
“Bell, are you going to the Dungeon today?”
“I’m planning to, yes…Should I not?”
He had just made that promise. He timidly looked up at the goddess,
expecting another lecture to hit him like a brick wall.
“No, it’s okay, go ahead. But be extra careful, okay? You are still recovering,
remember?”
“I will! Thank you!”
Bell looked so happy with dimples in his cheeks. He nodded to Hestia as she
set out.
Night.
A bright moon floats above the curtain of darkness that has fallen over the
land. The moonlit forest is alive with the sounds of owls and rustling leaves.
These sounds ride the breeze and spread out over a vast plain to merge with
chirping birds and swishing grasses. They flow together in a chorus of nature
until the sounds hit one sudden change in the landscape.
A very big wall.
Big, thick, and sturdy, the edge of the city may as well be a castle wall.
The protective wall is constructed completely out of stone. The curtain of
night is pushed aside as light spreads throughout the city. The voices of nature
outside the wall are drowned out by the din of the city’s nightlife.
The Labyrinth City, Orario.
Orario is one of the few cities that have existed since ancient times, even
before the arrival of the gods. However, it is the only “labyrinth” city.
The wall forms a perfect circle, encasing the metropolis in stone. Relatively
tall towers and buildings stick up just inside the edges of the wall. Shorter
buildings are toward the center. This stone behemoth is lit by hundreds of
magic stone lamps. It’s as if a sea of stars came down from the sky to live in a
stone castle.
One tower in the very center of Orario looks tall enough to pierce the clouds.
The tallest tower in the city, its imposing shadow strikes awe into the
citizenry. Visitors come from far and wide to see the tower and bask in its glory.
The tower is directly over the entrance to the Dungeon below. Known as
“Babel,” its main purpose is to be a “lid.” With Babel at its core, the image of
Orario has spread far and wide around the world.
More adventurers call Orario home than any other city or country. The
Dungeon is where all of the ancestors of monsters scattered around the world
were born. Many people refer to the Dungeon as one of the world’s three great
mysteries. A colossal “unknown” sleeps within the deepest part of the
Dungeon. This “unknown” draws many fearless adventurers into its depths.
Of course, most of these adventurers are motivated by greed. A place that
spawns infinite monsters and drop items provides an infinite source of wealth.
For those adventurers on a quest for glory, slaying particularly violent and
dangerous beasts is the fastest way to become immortalized as a hero in tales
of adventure. Orario was given the name “Labyrinth City” on a whim by the
gods who lived there. They thought it made the city sound more interesting.
Soon, Orario became known far and wide. Adventurers had nothing to do with
it.
The excitement of the “unknown,” the lure of wealth, a chance to attain glory
and above all notoriety, draws in more and more people every year.
Among the newcomers, there may even be a few who come here merely for
fun and a fated meeting.
“The most passionate city in the world.”
That is what it’s called.
“Ah! Look over there! It’s the head of the dirt-poor Familia, Takemikazuchi!
Oii! Hey, ooii!!—heh-heh.”
“Ah! Isn’t that the guy who has so little money every year his face is caving in,
Takemikazuchi? Oii! Hey, ooii!!—hee-hee-hee.”
“Quiet, you worthless deities!”
This was inevitable.
These were the gods and goddesses who came to Gekai looking for
entertainment. They came to the passionate city Orario seeking the “unknown”
even more than the adventurers. That was them to a T.
They were gathering in a specific part of the city.
Gods didn’t normally get together in such high numbers.
“Yo!”
“Eeeeh! Long time! How long has it been?”
“’Bout four hundred years, I reckon.”
“Ohoh! That long? You’ve changed quiet a lot since then!”
“Sorry to change the subject on you, but is the Celebration really here?”
One overly extravagant building stood over the group of overly extravagant
gods assembling in the street.
Standing among the lights of Orario, this thing was just plain weird. It was so
out of place, it was almost mysterious.
The building was a massive, thirty-meder, human-shaped statue with an
elephant’s head sitting cross-legged in the middle of the city block. The base of
the building was surrounded by a stone wall.
The statue sat proudly, puffing out its chest. It was famous for inspiring a
sense of wonder and uneasiness within anyone who saw it. Magic stone lamps
lit up the statue from many angles. The elephant stood out against the black
night sky.
It might have come as no surprise, but this building had a history.
It was built by the handsome, dark-skinned god Ganesha. Who knew what he
was thinking when he burned through his Familia’s savings to build this
monstrosity.
This statue, Aiam Ganesha, was the home base of Ganesha Familia.
Even the members of his Familia didn’t like it. Most of them teared up a bit as
they went in and out, thinking how their hard work had gone into paying for
this thing. The icing on the cake? The entrance to the building was in the crotch
of the statue.
“What’s Ganesha doing?”
“Ganesha really goes all out!”
The group of extraordinarily lavish people filed into the building through the
crotch, laughing all the way.
Every one of these “people” was a god or goddess.
They had come for Ganesha’s “Celebration of the Gods.”
A Celebration of the Gods was basically a large party put on by a god for other
gods living on Gekai. There were no rules about who hosted and who attended.
The Celebration was hosted by a god who wanted to throw a party and was
attended by gods who wanted to come. It was all done on a whim.
“Everyone! Thank you for coming today! I am Ganesha! I am overjoyed at the
attendance of this Celebration! I love you all! I do have one small
announcement to make: The yearly festival put on by my Familia is only three
days away! Please encourage your Familias to attend!”
The great hall was only lightly decorated, completely different from the lavish
exterior of the building.
Ganesha, wearing an elephant mask and dressed to match his statue, greeted
his guests in a booming voice from the top of a stage in the middle of the hall.
The gods in attendance by and large ignored his greeting and continued talking
among themselves.
The party was set up to be a standing buffet. Tables with white tablecloths
lined the great hall. An array of fresh food filled the hall with a variety of
mouthwatering smells. Soft echoes from the shoes of both the attendees and
the staff thumped from all directions. A band sat behind the stage, waiting for
the signal to play dance music.
Almost all of the deities in Orario were in attendance tonight.
Invitations to the Celebration had been distributed by the host’s Familia. The
number of guests was determined by their resources.
Ganesha Familia was very prominent in Orario, so he was able to send an
invitation to every single god and goddess within the city wall.
Hestia included.
“Hey! Mr. Waiter! Bring me a stool! Quickly!
“Y-yes!”
Hestia was busy raiding the food tables under the din of conversing gods
when she summoned a member of Ganesha Familia.
She was not tall enough to reach a particularly delicious-looking dish in the
middle of a table.
Mine! Mine! Mine!
“……”
Her arms flew around from dish to dish as she gathered as much food as she
could onto her plate.
Unable to say anything, the waiter just watched her in action.
Hestia had no plans of slowing down—it was a buffet, and she was going to
take full advantage of it. Hestia Familia was among the poorest of the poor
Familias. She was most likely the bottom of the barrel of all the gods in
attendance. But Hestia didn’t mind. She had no problem working so that Bell
had enough energy to work in the Dungeon. Working in shops and doing odd
jobs was just part of her life now.
However, she was the only deity there not wearing extravagant clothing. She
was wearing her usual garb but had tried her best to make her clothes look
more formal. It didn’t fool anyone.
“Hey, isn’t that Loli Big Boobs?”
“Wow, she’s still alive?”
“I’ve seen her. She’s working part-time in the northern south block. The
children were patting her head.”
“That’s our Loli Lady!”
Of course, Hestia stuck out like a sore thumb. Shoveling food into her mouth
and wearing ordinary clothes, she attracted a lot of attention.
Hestia knew they were making fun of her, but she decided to ignore
everything and keep her mouth shut. At least until she found more good food.
“Just what do you think you’re doing…?”
“…mmhnngg…mm!”
A very tired voice hit her from the side.
Spinning around with a mouthful of pastries, Hestia saw a goddess with
flaming red hair and wearing a dark crimson dress standing next to her.
Her face was thin with a sharp chin, showing her strong will. In fact, even the
golden earrings she was wearing could not compete with her sheer beauty.
However, Hestia couldn’t help but notice black skin covering half of the
goddess’s face over her right eye.
A bandage covered most of it. She stared down at Hestia with her left eye. It
was wide and looked shocked.
Hestia gulped down the last of the food in her mouth.
“Hephaistos!”
“I’m happy to see you, too, Hestia. I’m glad you are well…I’d be happier if you
wore something a little more appropriate.”
Hephaistos shook her head and rolled her eye. The magic stone lamps on the
ceiling shone down upon the one-eyed goddess. Her waist-length hair sparkled
as if it were woven with sugar.
Hestia took a moment to admire Hephaistos’s beautiful red hair before going
up to her with a big smile on her face.
“I’m glad I came! I was right to come.”
“What? I’m only going to say this once: I’m not lending you one val.”
“How rude!”
Hephaistos glared at her “friend” as she snapped a warning.
She was the goddess who had looked after Hestia before she met Bell, the
one who had kicked Hestia out of her Familia’s base. Their relationship was still
a little tense.
While they had been friends for a long time, Hephaistos had lost her patience
with Hestia because she hadn’t formed her own Familia, hadn’t worked, and
had become a burden.
However, even after evicting her, the needy goddess would always come back
asking for money. Whether it was “I can’t find a job” or “I can’t find a room that
keeps the rain out,” Hestia always had a sad story to tell before asking for help.
She’d pushed Hephaistos as far as she could.
Hephaistos had a serious problem on her hands. She couldn’t leave her friend
out on the streets with no money, but she also couldn’t keep helping her with
every little thing.
In the end, she gave Hestia the room under the church and found her a part-
time job. The only thing Hestia did by herself was induct Bell into her Familia.
She acted mature and independent when she was around Bell. But on her
own, she was a lazy goddess who couldn’t get anything done on her own.
“Do I look like a goddess who would do that?!? Sure, I needed your help in the
past, but thanks to you, I’m doing fine on my own! I don’t need to eat from
anyone else’s plate anymore!”
“Weren’t you doing that just a second ago?”
“T-this food will just be left over…If it’s just going to be thrown away, I should
at least put it to good use, yes?”
“Ho-ho! That’s a great way to put it. I’m so happy you’ve changed, my tears of
happiness just won’t stop.”
“Gyuuuu…”
Hephaistos scoffed through her nose at Hestia’s pained face.
Click-click, click-click. High-heeled shoes echoed as another goddess
approached them.
“Hee-hee…Still the best of friends, I see.”
“Eh…F-Freya?”
Hestia turned around to see emerge from another group of deities a goddess
so beautiful that she made the others look normal by comparison. The floor was
her runway. Everyone else was there to admire her.
Her skin was the color of fresh fallen snow and just as smooth. Freya’s arms
and legs glided through the air as if she were swimming, her perfume getting
the attention of other gods as she drifted past. Their eyes fell on her luscious
derriere, the cloth holding it in place stretched way too thin. Her gold-trimmed,
full-length gown was open in the front. With only one layer of fabric over each
breast, she proudly showed off her full shape. Her cleavage was bright pink, like
she was too warm.
She had the perfect body; better proportions did not exist.
Long eyelashes surrounded calm eyes that radiated confidence.
Her beauty transcended beauty, to the point that no one else even came
close.
The Goddess of Beauty gently swished her silver hair as she glided up to the
other two goddesses.
“Why are you here…?”
“Saw you standing here. Thought I’d say something like ‘It’s been ages’ and
invite you to walk around the great hall. Something like that.”
“D-don’t say it like that, Hephaistos…”
“Am I disturbing you, Hestia?” a smiling Freya asked the shorter goddess as
she stepped into their conversation.
“It’s not that…” Hestia fought back an irritated twitch in her lips. “I just don’t
like you very much.”
“Hee-hee-hee. That’s what I like about you.”
Oh please. Hestia crossed her arms and looked away.
Being the Goddess of Beauty, Freya was a lady among women and always
carried herself as such. She was always a head above the rest.
Freya had the ability to make others stop and wonder at her charm and grace.
Even whimsical gods fell under her spell. The children on Gekai became
enslaved by her smile alone.
However, Hestia couldn’t stand Freya’s personality, or other gods like her.
She did her best to avoid them.
“Hey! Fei-Fei! Freya—! Itty Bitty!
“Then again, you’re not so bad compared to a few others I know…”
“My, my, aren’t you tense.”
Freya’s smile widened as she turned to face the newcomer, who was flailing
her arms and half jogging up to the group.
She had vermillion-red eyes and hair. She’d changed her hairstyle from a
simple short ponytail to a stylish inward spiral just for the Celebration. She was
sporting a sleek black dress.
She might not have looked like much standing next to Freya, but her face was
on par with Hestia and Hephaistos in terms of charm.
“Yo! Loki.”
“Why the hell are you here…?!”
“Wassamatta? Am I not allowed to greet ya without a reason? It’s a
Celebration, no? It’d be rude not to say hi. Get with the program, Itty Bitty.”
“……!……!”
“That’s quite the scary face, Hestia.”
Loki was two heads taller than she; all Hestia could do was turn a cold
shoulder.
She had nothing to say to Loki.
Loki was the enemy.
“It really has been a long time, Loki. Didn’t think I’d see Freya or Hestia today,
either. The Celebration has been full of surprises.”
“Yeah, it’s been forever…Been forever for most everyone here tonight,
though.”
Loki’s eyes were so long and thin that they usually looked like lines in the
middle of her face. But she smiled as she opened them just enough to get a
good look at Freya.
One of Ganesha Familia’s waiters arrived with drinks. He froze on the spot
when Freya turned to take a glass. Smiling at the dumbstruck man, she took a
long sip.
“Have you really not met up anywhere?”
“We did see each other the other day. Wasn’t much of a chat, though.”
“You’re one to talk. I made myself open to conversation, not my fault.”
“Hmm. Oh, Loki, I hear about your Familia all the time. Things must be going
well?”
“Waaa! To hear someone with a Familia as good as yours say that…I must be
moving up in the world…But yeah, my children are my pride ’n’ joy. Mind if I
brag?”
A tinge of pink covered Loki’s face as she shyly scratched her head. Loki hid
her feelings from the members of her Familia, but that was more difficult here.
Hestia had been listening to the conversation and thought this would be the
perfect time to gather some information.
“Hey, Loki. I have a question for you about someone in your Familia,
Wallensomething or other.”
“Oh! The kenki! I would like to listen in, if you don’t mind.”
“What’s this? Itty Bitty has a question for me? Someone look to the sky! Is it
Armageddon? Ragnarok? Did Hell just freeze over?”
Hestia clenched her teeth. I’m gonna tear this bitch in half!
“…Here it is. Does the kenki have a boyfriend or some kind of special
companion?”
“Moron, she’s my favorite. I ain’t giving her to anyone, ya hear? If anyone else
tries to put a hand on her, I’ll mount their head on my bedroom wall.”
“Tsk.”
“Strange time for ya to tsk at me.”
Hestia got the information she was after. Aiz Wallenstein was being fiercely
guarded by Loki.
She felt the same way about Bell. If only Aiz had someone special she wanted
to protect…An evil smirk popped up on her lips.
Hephaistos stood by, watching the conversation unfold. Sensing the tension
rising, she jumped in to change the subject.
“I know this is a little late, but it feels strange to see you in a dress, Loki. Don’t
you usually wear men’s clothes?”
“Hee-hee, about that. A little bird told me a certain Itty Bitty was gettin’ ready
to go to a party…”
Hestia glared at her. Loki didn’t seem to care. She bent over so she could talk
directly into Hestia’s face.
“Heard she was too poor to wear a dress, thought I’d laugh at her.”
You bbbbbiiiitttttttcccccchhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hestia locked eyes with Loki, her face getting redder and redder. She might
explode at any moment.
It was always like this. They hadn’t known each other very long, maybe a
hundred years. However, whenever Loki saw Hestia, she had an undeniable
urge to tease her…She would do anything she could to make a joke at Hestia’s
expense and would go out of her way to do so.
The reason was quite simple: Hestia had what she didn’t.
It was all because of the two lumps on Hestia’s chest.
“Ha-ha!! Nice one! To make me laugh by making fun of your complex in front
of everyone! Loki, you’re a comedic genius!”
“Wha’d ya mean?”
“Oh, sorry. Not comedic, you’re a genius at digging holes. Like the grave you
are standing in!”
Now it was Loki’s turn to flame up. The goddesses scowled at each other,
their faces getting redder with each breath.
Loki’s black dress was very low cut with no shoulders. It was almost sad how
little shape she had, other than her quivering rib cage.
“So it begins…,” muttered a cross-armed Hephaistos as her eye went from
one goddess to the other.
Freya held her glass of fruit wine as she looked on with a smile. The fireworks
were about to start.
The two goddesses stood with their well-above-average busts bulging from
their elegant dresses on the sidelines.
“How many men have fallen off the cliff of despair that is your flat chest? Ha-
ha! See what I did there?”
“Not funny at all, you hagggggg!!!!!!!”
“Kiyaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!”
Loki lunged at Hestia, her eyes leaking tears.
Getting a good grip on Hestia’s cheeks, Loki pulled as hard as she could.
Her face expanded out like taffy, soft and squishy.
Hestia tried to fight back, but her short arms couldn’t even come close to
grabbing Loki. She futilely swatted the air, her cheeks shiny with tears.
“Oh, what have we here?”
“Looks like Loli Big Tits against Loki No Bits…!”
“Ten elixirs say that Loki walks away frustrated!”
“All of my star chips say that I’ll be the one to comfort her!”
“Make a real bet, moron!”
More and more gods came to watch the catfight unfolding in the great hall.
Hephaistos’s head drooped past her shoulders. She was already fed up with
Hestia and Loki, now there was an audience to this brawl.
Loki was shaking Hestia’s entire body with her death grip on the smaller
goddess’s fluffy cheeks. Left, right, up, down, she shook Hestia in all directions.
Shaking, shaking, and more shaking.
“…hee…hee…I’m thinkin’ ya’ve had enough for today…”
She’s twitching all over!!!
Sad that she couldn’t finish the job, Loki dropped Hestia to the floor and
turned her back.
Loki didn’t even glance at the girl as she collapsed to the floor, just walked
away. Loki’s body twitched as she started to make her way across the room.
It was not a victory lap.
“Hmph…Don’t be looking so pathetic next time, loser. Tuck your tail and run!”
“I’ll do ya in next time, ya hear me? Next time!!!!!!”
Loki bolted for the door, leaving a trail of tears in her wake.
“Just as I thought…” A murmur spread through the crowd of gods who had
come to witness the fight. With the show over, they went back to their own
conversations and drifted elsewhere.
“Loki’s really rounded out…”
“Rounded out?? She still looks like a little kid…”
Hephaistos could only raise an eyebrow at Freya’s comment.
Freya perked up the tips of her mouth as she ran her fingers through her
silver hair.
“Before coming here, gods used to fight one another to the death for fun. This
is a lot cuter. Not even dangerous.”
“Well, yes. That’s true. You’ve known Loki for a long time, right?”
“Very much so, about as long as the two of you.”
Hephaistos helped a wobbly Hestia to her feet.
“We’re not as close as we once were,” said Hephaistos with a weak smile.
“Looks like Loki’s taken a liking to the children. Maybe that’s why she’s
changed.”
“I hate to say it, but she has that in common with me.”
“Ohh? Didn’t you say ‘I don’t look at the children like that’ not too long ago?
Did that new boy, Bell, change that?”
“Hee-hee, maybe so. He’s a really good boy. He’s wasted on me.”
“If I remember right, he’s a white-haired, red-eyed human boy, yes? You
came and told me right after you started your Familia. I was shocked, really.”
Freya’s ears twitched as she heard the news.
She set her empty glass on the table and swished her hair.
“I bid you Farewell.”
“What, already? Do you have somewhere to be, Freya?”
“I got the information I came here for, so there’s no point in staying.”
“…You didn’t ask anyone anything today?”
Freya and Hephaistos had been together since the start of the Celebration.
Hephaistos was confused about her friend’s sudden departure and tilted her
head.
Freya ignored her and instead cast her eyes on Hestia. Her smile was still
there but was now somewhat different from before.
Hestia blinked a few times as Freya’s aura changed.
“…And I’ve gotten bored of all the men here.”
Don’t you dare!!!!
“……”
“……”
She gave a nod as a simple good-bye and disappeared into the crowd.
The remaining goddesses watched her leave before looking at one another.
They exchanged an awkward laugh and a shrug.
“Freya really is the Goddess of Beauty…no respect.”
“She’s in control of love and desire. Someone’s bound to want her help…”
“She has a Familia. She just doesn’t see what is right under her nose. To think
she might become a rival…makes me appreciate the children that much more!”
“She could recruit new members just by smiling…”
Hephaistos let out a deep breath and scratched the bandage covering her
right eye.
It was a habit she’d picked up. Whenever she wasn’t satisfied or couldn’t
accept something, her hand just went there on its own.
Hestia let out a small “hmm” through her nose, watching Hephaistos closely.
“Anyway, what are you going to do now? I’m going to walk around, talk to a
few more people. Are you going home?”
A light snapped on in Hestia’s brain. Her shoulders jumped when she realized
she had almost forgotten something very important.
“You could stick around for a while? Have a drink or two?”
“Um…yeah…well…”
Hephaistos’s expression changed when she saw Hestia start fidgeting. She’d
seen that many times before.
Ignoring the blast of suspicion bursting out from under Hephaistos’s flaming
red hair, Hestia made up her mind. She cleared her throat.
“I…um, have a favor to ask you.”
“……”
Hephaistos’s left eye narrowed, sharp as a dagger.
The carefree Hephaistos was gone in an instant. She was engulfed in a much
more serious aura.
It was the same one she’d had when flat-out stating that she wouldn’t be
lending any money.
“You ask now, after what you said earlier? Think back—what did you say?”
“Umm…What was it again?”
“ ‘I don’t need to eat from anyone else’s plate’ ring a bell?”
Hestia smiled and nodded, not arguing the point. She had said that, after all.
Hephaistos looked at her as though she had just climbed out of a toilet. While
Hestia wanted to take back her earlier statement, she clenched her jaw and
waited out the awkward silence.
This was the reason Hestia had come to the Celebration in the first place. She
might lose a friend for it, but she had to try.
“…Okay, I’ll play your game. What. Is. Your. Request?”
Hephaistos stared down at the short goddess, her red hair and eye on the
verge of bursting into flames.
Hephaistos was known as the Goddess of the Forge when she resided in
Tenkai, the upper world. The Familia she created on Gekai didn’t rely on the
income of adventurers in Orario to survive.
Even still, there was not a single adventurer in Orario who didn’t know the
name Hephaistos.
She had created a brand.
Her Familia was home to many specialists capable of creating weapons so
strong that even a hundred others wouldn’t measure up. These smiths forged
high-quality weapons known around the world.
Hestia had come here today to directly ask the president of Hephaistos
Familia for a favor. She took a deep breath and said in the strongest voice she
could muster: “I would like you to make a weapon for Bell…a member of my
Familia.”
CHAPTER 5
“Byooua!”
“!”
Those claws missed by a mile. Just watched them go by my face.
I’m back in the bluish halls of the dungeon. This goblin is so loud, the echoes
of his cries tell me where he is even when I’m not looking.
I can see it in his eyes. He’s frustrated. He’s coming back for more. One, miss,
two, miss, three, also a swing and a miss.
Left, right…diagonal!
Here comes a sideswipe. Step back and he hits nothing but air.
As long as I keep my eyes open and this floor has wide hallways that make
sense, I can keep dodging like this all day. It is surprisingly humid in here,
though. I’m already soaked with sweat.
This goblin sure is a tenacious little guy. He just keeps coming after me,
flailing his stubby little arms. I keep my own arms up and out of the way, let the
rest of my body twist to dodge his attacks. My leg might not be at 100 percent
just yet, but I’m more than capable of dancing with him.
“Gigiiiin…Jya!!!!”
“!”
I think I just saw something. Not the goblin—he’s shaking his fist in
frustration.
Above!
There is a shadow stuck to the wall right there!
“Gega!”
It jumps in front of the light specks, casting a large shadow. Incoming!
“Naaaah!”
I roll backward just in time to avoid its surprise attack. My eyes are still a bit
hazy, too much blood to the head…Looks like four legs, some kind of lizard,
maybe?
Scaly brown skin, a tongue flicking in and out of its mouth—yep, this is a
lizard. Including its tail, it might be as long as I am tall.
A Dungeon Lizard.
It shows up on lower Levels Two though Four, same class as goblins and
kobolds.
“—ha!”
The moment I was waiting for! The goblin can wait. I have to finish off this
one first.
It has sucker disks under its feet. It’ll climb back up the wall to line up another
attack if I don’t take it out now. If it gets away…Ah, what a pain.
The goblin jumps in for another attack. Sidestep. I’ll take care of you in a
moment. I’ve got to repay this lizard for his sneak attack.
Blast off!
“YAAHHH!!!”
“Guge—?!”
The Dungeon Lizard must have sensed my blade. It made straight for the wall.
However, I’m faster.
Dagger to the other hand, jump forward, there! I plunge my blade deep into
the lizard’s back.
It howls in pain, limbs thrashing. Did I hit the magic stone shard…? Hee-hee,
looks like I just made a liz-kabob. In its last gasp, it bends backward, trying to
bite my face. Not even close. A second later it falls limp on the floor. Its body is
still here; magic shard is still okay!
“Gyaiiii!!!!”
Oh yeah, the goblin is still here, too.
Got my dagger out of the Dungeon Lizard’s corpse, good defensive stance…
I’ve got an idea.
I unclip my backpack from my arm and hurl it straight at the incoming goblin.
“?!”
Projectile baggage, not bad. Wide-eyed goblin never saw it coming.
Time slows as I watch my bag slice through the air and slam into the goblin’s
face.
“Hege!”
The sound of impact booms through the hallway. The goblin flies backward
like a bug flicked off a shoulder.
My Strength has reached the point that I’m able to not only carry heavier
drop items through the Dungeon but can also use the backpack itself as a
weapon against lower-tier monsters.
He’s still rolling like a snowball, clutching my bag.
“…guuuu.”
Snap! Ouch, that crack sounds like it hurt…He’s stopped rolling, but his body
is convulsing…and now he’s not moving anymore.
Don’t let down your guard just yet, Bell…Yep, it’s dead. Take a deep breath,
relax those shoulders. Battle is over for now.
Flicking the lizard blood off my dagger, I slide it back into its sheath.
“…All right.”
Stretch out the arms and legs a bit. The knee’s not too bad.
I finally have my full range of motion back; still stings a bit, though. I don’t
want to test it more than I have to.
I’m glad.
This means I’m stronger, right?
I mean, I’m in the lower fourth. Cleared out the monsters in this area, too.
That last battle went very well, now that I think about it.
I didn’t have any trouble dispatching the Dungeon Lizard and the goblin, even
though it was two on one. I even favored my good leg and still dodged all of
their attacks with ease.
That alone proves it; I’m getting stronger. Just as the goddess said, I’m
improving very fast.
…But am I catching up to Ms. Wallenstein?
From the bottom of my soul, I really hope so.
She’s Level Five, but I have no idea beyond that just how strong she is. There
is a flame burning within me that keeps me going. It tells me I can get there.
That should be enough for today, though. I need to get the magic stones from
the Dungeon Lizard and the goblin. I might be attacked on the way home, too,
don’t forget. I made three trips up to exchange shards for money earlier today.
My pack was too heavy to keep going. Time to start number four.
The path from lower Level Four to lower Level One has been engrained in my
memory. Lots of twists, turns, and three stairwells sit between the Dungeon
entrance and me.
I encounter a few kobolds and goblins on the way there, but they’re no big
deal. It’s got to be evening by now. The sky should be turning orange.
I start seeing other adventurers halfway through lower Level One. There is
only one entrance and exit, so I’m used to seeing a few on my way home.
Look at their armor! It’s amazing! That elfess, hers is so sleek and poised. And
that dwarf, his armor looks like a mobile fortress. Then there’s me…in my
crappy little “outfit.” Daahhhh…I should get through here as quickly as I can.
Please don’t notice me…
I wonder if the goddess will come back today.
She left to go to a friend’s party two days ago. She said she’d be gone for a
few days, so I’m not too worried, but still.
I probably miss having her around more than she misses me.
I wonder what she’s doing right now…
Ah, almost there.
A long, wide tunnel connects the upper part of the Dungeon with the outside
world. Many people call it the Beginning Road. There is a large hole in the
ceiling at the head of the road.
Unfortunately, I have to climb ten meders of a spiral staircase to get out of
here. The hole’s diameter is about ten meders as well, just one giant tube.
I join countless groups of adventurers as they climb the winding silver
staircase. After the last few steps, everything changes. The walls look man-
made; even the smell is refreshing.
This is the basement of the white tower, Babel.
The room is like a giant wheel resting on its side, but with no spokes.
Seriously, thousands of adventurers could be in here and still have room to
breathe.
It’s hard to believe I’m standing directly above the most dangerous place in
the world. The monsters are right below me. Maybe that’s why it looks like a
giant shrine. If someone told me this place was supposed to be used as an altar
in a ceremony to honor the gods, I’d believe it.
The walls are a mix of blue and white. They’re dotted with stone plaques
inscribed with names. Probably adventurers from a time gone by.
There are many long, thick pillars scattered all around. I can’t count them all,
too many. A grand mural covers the ceiling of the chamber from end to end. It
is the most subtle and soothing picture of the sky I have ever seen.
I’m perfectly safe from this point on. I can feel adrenaline leaving my body.
Unfortunately, it was keeping the pain from my injuries at bay…Gonna be sore
tonight…
…Huh? What’s that?
All the adventurers and supporters are clearing a path…What’s behind them?
Isn’t that a cargo box…? It’s very large; several people could fit inside. It’s on
wheels with a long handle wrapping around the front. There’s another one! A
whole row of them!
Aren’t they used when groups go on “expeditions” to the lower floors?
I suppose they would be handy to carry food and supplies. It takes a long time
to come back up.
Did that one just move?!? I heard it!
The adrenaline’s coming back…
Okay, calm down. Let’s watch it, see if I’m just hearing things…
It moved again! Something inside is alive and trying to get out. Should I go
take a peek?
Wait…What if…?
The cargo box looks more like a cage. Now why would there be a moving
cage? Unless…
There’s a monster inside it?
I just hear a soft growl coming from within the box. It has to be a monster.
Is it okay for a monster to be…here?!?!
The Guild manages this tower. They control the lid of the Dungeon. In ancient
times, the monsters would emerge almost every day—I’m sure that caused a lot
of problems! So this tower was built to keep them down there. It’s our guard
tower.
Nowadays, adventurers have Falna, so we go and hunt them. On the other
hand, they can still come at us in waves. I’ve heard that the Guild is very strict
about the tower, their base. They do many things to keep us safe.
So they would never allow anyone to bring a monster out of the Dungeon.
Monsters should not be in here, ever.
Here comes another cargo box, coming up the spiral stairs! This is insane!
What do I do? What do we do?
“They doing that again this year?”
“Monsterphilia, yep.”
“Is there a point to it? I’m surprised people haven’t gotten bored.”
“Yearly freak show…Pointless.”
“Ganesha Familia puts a lot into it. Even the Guild goes along with this, every
single year.”
“Sounds just like Ganesha, doesn’t it?”
All these voices in the crowd. They’re not frightened…they’re bored?
Monsterphilia…
So the monsters that are being pulled up here one after another have
something to do with this fair?
All of the people pulling the cargo boxes are wearing an emblem with an
elephant’s head. Looks like I’m not the only one interested—everyone’s eyes
are on them.
Wait a minute…Isn’t that Eina?
Mid-length brown hair, pointy ears…
Yep, that’s my boss standing over there. No ifs, ands, or buts about it.
She looks really serious. Ah, another Guild worker. I guess they’re talking
about where these monsters need to go?
She must be on the job.
She’s even got paperwork in her hand. I’d better leave her alone.
If that guy I overheard was right, the Guild is in charge of these cargo boxes.
The fact that Guild workers like Eina are here proves that something is going
on, but it’s under control.
There are so many things I want to ask her, but I’ll wait for another chance.
She’ll be angry at me if I get in the way. Don’t really want to ask anyone else
around here, though…They’ll just laugh at me for not knowing.
I should just go. I can get answers later.
Besides, I probably smell horrible. My clothes are still soaked with sweat.
With one last glance in Eina’s direction, I go up the stair and to the showers.
The goddess left three days ago. She’s still not back.
I felt a little lonely eating breakfast in an empty room this morning. Going
back to the Dungeon again today.
I have a job to do; it doesn’t matter if she’s here or not. Besides, I want to
surprise her with a big pile of loot when she gets back. “Hey! Look how much I
earned while you were away!” I can see her face now…Got to get the loot first,
though. Quick check in the mirror; everything looks in order.
My leg holster has the two potions I got last night. My dagger is strapped to
my lower back. Slip the backpack on over my armor, and I’m ready. Come on,
Bell, you can do this!
“I’m heading out.”
There’s no one to hear me, but I feel like I should say good-bye anyway. Here I
go.
My leg’s back to normal. Today’s the day I go back to the lower fifth.
A few days ago, I got carried away and went down there. It didn’t turn out so
well. I ran away crying, literally. It’ll be different this time. I don’t know exactly
how much, but my status is much higher now. Well, just to be safe, maybe I
should talk with Eina before going into the Dungeon today…
Before I know it, I’ve climbed out of the hidden room under the church and
walked my usual path through the ruins. I love how morning feels, so fresh and
ready. Ah, already on West Main. Time is flying this morning.
Should loosen up a bit before getting to the Dungeon…A morning jog sounds
good. This morning looks a lot like the morning I met Syr. The sun is in the same
place, people are going about their business. I can run faster than this—speed
up, man, speed up.
Yep, there’re the same two animal people talking on the corner. Someone’s
setting up the terrace. The girl who was in the second-floor window of that
shop isn’t here today, though.
“Oi! Wait up nya, white-head kid!”
White-head kid…? I haven’t heard “kid” since…Where did that voice come
from?
Isn’t that The Benevolent Mistress? And that’s the catgirl waitress. Running
over, her thin tail swishing, waving her arms like a maniac…
…Behind her, isn’t that the elfess who works there, too?
I remember the voice that called me “kid” all too well. It was that or “tomato
boy,” and other things I’d rather not think about.
Is she really talking to me…? I returned Syr’s basket on my way home last
night…
I point at myself and mouth, “Me?” The catgirl is still coming this way at full
speed, nodding.
“Good morning, nya! Sorry to call nyou out like that, nya!”
“Ah, um, morning…Can I help you…?”
She’s bowing to me. Okay, I can do that, too…
That’s a very rehearsed bow, must be for work. She’s about to say something.
“Got a favor to ask nyou. Here, nya!”
“?”
“Syr is nyour friend, white-head kid. So I want nyou to give this to her, nya!”
It’s a cloth coin purse with a metal clasp. I’ve seen this style before. It’s
popular.
There’s an unfamiliar emblem engraved on the clasp, and I can tell right away
it was made by one of the Familias. The purse itself is purple, kind of cute and
girlie.
Yeah, it’s cute and all, but I don’t understand…
Give this to Syr? What’s going on?
“Ahnya. You are not being clear. Mr. Cranell is confused.”
Ah, the elfess. She was the one on the terrace this morning. Maybe she can
tell me what’s up…
…Hang on, she said, “Mr. Cranell”! She remembered me. Me!
“Lyu, nyou’re stupid! Syr forgot her wallet, playing hooky to go to
Monsterphilia, nya. She nyeeds it, so I’m asking him to take it to her. Nyou knew
that, right, white-head kid?”
“That is how it is. I apologize for the confusion.”
“Ah, no, I got it now. That’s what’s going on.”
The elfess named Lyu ignores her coworker’s pouting face and gives me a
short, repentant bow. I lower my head, too; she sorted it all out for me.
The catgirl looks dejected, like she was left out in the cold. Her tail hangs limp,
and she looks at the ground. I hear a small “hm” come from her nose. Is she
angry at me?
“Please pay her no mind. Are you sure it is okay to accept our request? Ahnya,
the other employees and I are too busy preparing to go after Syr ourselves. I
know we are interrupting your plans for today…”
“It’s not that big of a deal, but is it true Syr is skipping out on work?”
“Ahnya did not choose her words well. Syr is not playing hooky. Her situation
is different because she doesn’t reside at our establishment like we do.”
I knew Syr wouldn’t skip work. She seemed to really enjoy it. Sounds like she
has a day off or something. She doesn’t live at the bar, which means that she
doesn’t need to work every day like these two. I bet that dwarfess, Mama Mia,
had to give permission, though.
So she’s bound to have a day off here and there, right?
And it sounds like she went to some kind of festival…
“Monsterphilia…?”
“Yes. She went to see the opening events today.”
I heard those words in the basement of Babel Tower.
“Do you not know? All residents of Orario know about this event.”
“Actually, I haven’t lived here very long…Could you tell me about it?”
“—Nyay! Me will tell nyou about it, nya!”
As soon as I asked, the catgirl suddenly jumped in between us. She looked so
depressed two seconds ago…Where did this energy come from? She’s talking
really fast, too!
“Monsterphilia is an event put on once a year by Ganesha Familia, nya! We fill
the stadium for a day and tame the monsters, nya!”
“Huh?…T-tame?!”
What the hell is she talking about?!?
Taming the monsters? Keeping those vicious beasts as pets?!?
“It’s nyot really that strange, nya? Nyou’re an adventurer, nya, aren’t cha,
white head? Nyou have seen when a slain monster wakes up with a look in its
eyes. It wants to be our friend, nya!”
“Uh…no. I can’t say I have…”
Should I believe her? Can I? I must look confused, because Lyu speaks up
again.
“Taming has been recognized as a skill. I am being brief, but a person proves
him-or herself more powerful than a monster. In turn, the monster obeys that
person’s commands.”
“The monster obeys their commands.”…Sounds like I’m in another world.
“The monsters in the Dungeon have bad tempers, nya! So usually monsters
already above ground are tamed. But Ganesha Familia’s tamers are good! They
break the Dungeon-born monsters, too, nya!”
Ganesha Familia…I’ve heard that name before. They are probably the most
influential Familia in Orario. I’ve heard there is a ton of members, too.
“So, basically these tamers fight a monster until it submits. And people
watch?”
“That’s right, nya! Like a really big circus!”
Except much more dangerous…Yeah, I got it.
“We wanted to go, too, nya! But Mommy Mia said nyo nyo…Syr said she’d
buy us syomething, but she forgot her wallet, nya! She smiled and waved, but
nyo money! Careless girl, nya!”
“Ahnya, I don’t believe you are correct…”
Ehh, I got this figured out. Syr can’t buy souvenirs, or anything else, without
her wallet. I owe her, so it’s the least I can do to take this to her.
“I believe that the area around the stadium on East Main will be very
crowded. If you head in that direction, you should find the stadium easily.”
“Syr just left, nya! Nyou can catch up!”
“Sure thing.”
My heavy backpack would get in the way, so I ask them to keep it at The
Benevolent Mistress. I can swing by later to pick it up.
Clutching Syr’s wallet in hand, I make my way toward Babel Tower. I’ll need to
go beyond it, but it should be a straight shot from here.
Monsterphilia…I wonder what it’s like…
Maybe I should check it out later?
East Main Street was alive with the songs and voices of the citizens of Orario.
It was now nine o’clock in the morning. While most adventurers were already
prowling the Dungeon, throngs of townspeople were gathering on the streets.
A line of food stalls ran down the middle of the street, another two lines along
the sides. Sounds and smells of their various confections spread out over an
ocean of humanity. The street itself was decorated with long ribbons and
vibrant flowers. Flags of many colors flew in the morning breeze. Some of them
had the silhouette of particularly vicious monsters printed on them. The others
had an elephant’s head, the emblem of Ganesha Familia.
A young animal boy, his face red with excitement, pulled his mother’s arm as
they plunged into the crowd. The sun itself seemed to be celebrating the day,
its bright yellow beams lighting up the sky.
East Main had been completely transformed by the fair.
“……”
The line of fairgoers ran from the east gate all the way up to the stadium
itself. A pair of silver eyes watched them inch along from above the street.
From the second floor of a café, to be exact.
The café had a wooden interior and a very laid-back atmosphere. One woman
was sitting at a table next to a glass window facing the street. She was wearing
a navy blue cloak to prevent her face, and snowy-white skin, from being seen.
However, one layer of cloth was not enough to contain this person’s beauty.
Even though her face was well hidden under a hood, every set of eyes in the
café was trained on her. Whenever she would trace the lip of her cup with her
delicate fingers or her elegant chin peeked out from under her hood for a
moment, everyone around her held their breath. Many people who happened
to see her stopped and stared.
All of them were fascinated by someone doing almost nothing. Freya, the
Goddess of Beauty, ignored them and kept her eyes on the street below.
“……”
She was watching the many people of Gekai, the children.
Humans, animal people, dwarves, elves. A few adventurers were sprinkled in
among the colors of these different races.
Freya thoroughly scanned them with her sharp eyes.
Creaks in the wooden floor announced the arrival of a few customers.
Freya stopped the examination and turned to greet the newcomers.
“Yo! Sorry to keep ya waitin’!”
“Not at all. I just got here myself.”
Freya smiled under her hood at the person waving at her from the head of the
stairwell.
The newcomer’s hair was not the bright flame of Hephaistos’s, but a more
subdued shade of red, the hue of an evening sky. It was tied back into a small
ponytail. Her shirt and pants were worn out and faded. If Freya had not known
her, she might have thought this person was male.
Fighting back a yawn and with tears in her eyes, Loki smiled back at the
cloaked figure.
“Haven’t had breaky yet. Mind if I grab a bite?”
“Do as you please.”
Loki pulled up a chair across from Freya and sat down. Freya continued to
smile her usual smile, not reacting to Loki at all. The two of them had an air
about them, like friends who had known each other for a very long time.
“I heard you had quite the night after the Celebration. Crawled into a bottle
and passed out, did you? Hee-hee-hee, Hestia’s something else, isn’t she?”
“Where’d ya hear that, boobs for brains?”
“I overheard some of your cute children. They had themselves quite the
laugh.”
“Those bastards, always havin’ a good time without me!”
Freya had invited Loki to this café to talk at nine in the morning.
It had been a few days since the Celebration. The two goddesses were only
here because of Freya’s request.
“So when are you going to introduce that girl standing behind you?”
“Eh, ya need introducin’?”
“This is the first time for us to meet face-to-face.”
Loki had not been alone when she entered the café.
Standing like a guard behind Loki with her sword’s sheath clutched in her
hand was a young girl with blond hair and golden eyes that even Freya, the
Goddess of Beauty, had to notice.
“’K then, this is my Aiz. That ’nough for ya? Aiz, this is a goddess, ya should at
least say ’ello.”
“…Nice to meet you.”
Freya muttered, “Kenki,” under her breath as her eyes skimmed over the girl.
Aiz Wallenstein. She was the female swordsman who was responsible for Loki
Familia’s sudden rise to notoriety, even among the gods. Her name and
reputation were known not just in Orario but were spreading around the world.
Indeed, she needed no introduction.
A girl with her looks did not usually go into a dangerous profession like
adventuring. Someone who didn’t know her face would never guess that she
had slain countless monsters and trodden on just as many of their corpses.
“Ya can take a seat,” said Loki as the girl with a thin, delicate face nodded and
pulled out a chair to sit down.
“She is very cute. And also…Yes. I can see why you have taken a liking to this
one.”
Aiz’s golden eyes met Freya’s silver ones. Aiz kept her face emotionless as she
lowered her head in a polite bow.
Her nickname was perfect in some ways, completely wrong in others. Freya’s
smile flexed for a moment thinking about it.
“Can I ask why you brought the kenki here with you?”
“Fu-he-he-heee…It’s the Fair, yah? What better time for a date with my
Aizuu?”
Loki’s eyes twinkled, a vulgar smile on her lips.
“Well, that and she’s finally back from an expedition. She’ll be back in the
Dungeon in no time. That’s just her.”
“……”
“Someone’s gotta tell ’er to relax, don’ they?”
Loki patted the girl’s head as she spoke. Aiz looked down, deciding not to
speak up.
Freya looked at the warmth in Loki’s thin eyes and couldn’t help but
remember how she was before coming here. Loki had been quite the
troublemaker in Tenkai.
“Well, then, I think it’s about time ya tell me why I’m here.”
“I just wanted to chat. It’s been a while.”
“Lyin’ through yer teeth.”
Loki sent a smirk at Freya, still smiling under her hood. She matched Freya’s
tone to the letter. The “old friends” aura was gone.
A waiter was unlucky enough to come to take their order at that very
moment. Stuck between two lightning rods, he stood silent and motionless at
the head of the table as if he had been chained down.
As for Aiz, she kept her face devoid of emotion and chose to watch quietly
from the side.
“I’ll ask ya again, why?”
“I don’t understand. What’s the matter, Loki?”
“Come on, moron.”
Freya turned to the waiter, still motionless at the head of the table, and
flashed him a smile. The man’s eyes opened like floodgates, his face turning
beet red. He broke out in a cold sweat before quickly turning around and
wasting no time leaving the area.
Loki watched him leave for a moment before returning her raptor-like gaze
back to Freya.
“Ya been strange recently. Ya claim not to be interested in the Celebration,
but poke yer head in at the last minute. Say yer there for information? Ya don’
care about that, ya never have…What are ya scheming?”
“Scheming…? Why do you make it sound so evil?”
“Shut ya mouth.”
Loki followed it with saying that strange things happened when Freya acted
like this. She went on to say that if it got in her way, she’d end it herself. Loki
didn’t blink, her red eyes adding weight to her words.
Freya didn’t back down, meeting Loki’s eyes with her own. The look on Loki’s
face could have killed a serpent, but Freya took it head-on, smiling. Invisible
sparks flew; the pressure of their conversation filled the room. The café
emptied in no time flat.
Aiz had a front-row seat to the clash of goddesses that seemed to go on
forever. Until…
Loki got tired and backed down.
The tension instantly evaporated, and Loki continued in a more relaxed voice:
“A man, isn’t it?”
“……”
Freya didn’t answer, just kept smiling.
Loki took it as an affirmation.
She let out a deep, long sigh. She had seen this too many times already.
“So…Ya got an eye for a child already in another Familia, I take it?”
All of the gods and goddesses knew about Freya’s “habits” when it came to
men.
Once a male on Gekai caught her eye, she made a move. Her beauty was
powerful enough to make her target her own. Exactly how many men had fallen
under her spell, no one knew.
Loki reasoned that Freya’s target was most likely not in her Familia.
Therefore, the reason she came to the Celebration in the first place was to
figure out whose Familia the target was in.
Obviously going after someone already in another Familia, to take them away
from it, would not go over well. The god of the other Familia would not sit by
and do nothing. Freya was picking a fight. If the other side was strong, she’d get
rejected and wallow in despair until she found her next target. She was being
cautious, gathering information before she made her move. That was what Loki
was thinking, anyway.
Freya didn’t try to deny Loki’s words.
“Jeez, woman. Is that all ya think about? Ya’ll go after anyone, young or old?”
“How rude. I do have standards.”
“Leaving out all the bumbling idiots on Tenkai you pull fast ones on?”
“They have their uses. I’m quite skilled at getting money out of them.”
Loki cleared her throat. The witch was putting up all of her dirty laundry. Loki
raised an eyebrow at her fellow goddess. Freya shrugged, but only just enough
for the fabric on her cloak to bend ever so slightly.
Thinking that there was nothing left to be said, Loki put her hands behind her
head and leaned back in her chair so much that the front feet came off the
floor.
Freya also let her guard down and took a sip from her now-cold cup. They
both had an answer, and the mood finally cleared.
A clear, sunny sky spread out from the window beside them. The noises of the
street were pouring into the café.
Freya’s navy blue cloak swayed in a light breeze rolling in from an open
window.
“And?”
“…?”
“Who’s the guy? What child are ya after now? When’d ya find ’im?”
Loki leaned her head to the side as if to say, “Spill it.”
Now she was interested. Unlike Freya, Loki loved details.
If she didn’t get the goods now, she’d leave.
“……”
“I came all this way, changed my plans. I have the right to know.”
Freya looked away from the goddess giving her demands and cast her gaze
back out onto the street.
The hood of Freya’s cloak opened enough for Loki to see her silver eyes go
clear, as if she was thinking about something in the past.
“…He’s not that strong. Weak if you compare him to the children in our
Familias. Easily upset, he starts bawling at the simplest of problems…That kind
of child.”
The word “but” was on the tip of her tongue.
“He was beautiful, pure. I’ve never seen anything like him.”
And that was why she’d fallen for him.
She heard a melody that most could not, coming from a flame within him. A
soprano.
“I found him by accident. He just happened to walk across my line of vision.”
As she talked, Freya thought about every detail of the second she’d first laid
eyes on him. She kept her eyes on the busy street, searching for him. This was
how she’d found him last time. Maybe today would be the day.
“It was just like this…”
Early morning, brisk air, fresh sunlight, West Main.
He’d come from the other end of the street—just like right now.
He ran into her line of sight, just like he had that morning.
“……”
Freya stopped breathing.
Her eyes had found a white-haired human boy in light adventurer’s armor.
He jumped between people, jogged for a bit, and then stopped before doing
it all again.
The boy was moving toward the stadium. Monsterphilia.
Riding the river of people, he was well on his way to the circular building not
too far down the road.
Freya watched him for a moment. A new smile, a scary smile, grew on her
lips.
“I apologize. Something has come up.”
“Eh?”
“Let’s do this again soon.”
Loki collapsed to the table in stunned disappointment. Freya was already out
of her chair.
She adjusted her cloak as she went down the stairs and out of the building.
Only Loki and Aiz were left in the café.
“What kinda person just leaves ya hangin’ like that…?”
Loki stared at the staircase for a moment, her eye twitching.
A small “hmm” escaped her throat as she turned to face the girl one seat
away from her.
Aiz had her eyes glued to the window.
“What’s up, Aiz? Somethin’ wrong?”
“…No.”
She went on to say, “It’s nothing,” but she didn’t look away.
Her golden eyes, just like the silver eyes of the goddess before her, saw a
familiar white head moving through the crowd to the stadium.
“Here it is.”
“Ooooo!”
Hephaistos, still dressed in her work gear, handed Hestia a small case. Hestia
let out a squeal of delight. She had bags under her eyes, but her face still
beamed with energy.
“Does it meet your expectations?”
“Yes, yes! Very much so! No complaints!”
The hinges of the case squeaked as Hestia opened it to have a look inside.
The case contained a dagger with a black handle and sheath.
The entire weapon was black from top to bottom. It might have looked like a
simple blade, but Hephaistos had put her soul into making this weapon…with a
little help from Hestia.
Completing Bell’s new weapon in just under a day gave Hestia a look of
happiness and satisfaction, the likes of which Hephaistos had never seen.
“Ah! Hephaistos, the blade needs a name! Can I give it one?? Let’s see, how
about something that binds Bell and me together? ‘Love Dagger’ or something
like that?”
“Please, no…This dagger is worth more than that. But this is your blade
now…”
Hephaistos suggested “Hestia Knife,” but Hestia wasn’t too excited by that
name.
More like she was embarrassed by it. She blushed and scratched her head.
But her level of delight was still as high as ever. Even the long ponytails on each
side of her head were full of energy, swishing from side to side.
“I’ll say this again: Do not go back on the loan.”
“I won’t! I won’t!”
Hephaistos took her hair out of the tight bun she had made yesterday and
started putting in pins. Hestia’s energy was infectious, and she couldn’t help but
smile and nod at her.
However, Hestia was busy adjusting her clothes, as if she were getting ready
to go.
“Leaving already?”
“Yeah, sorry!”
She couldn’t just sit here now. Hestia made for the exit.
“You should rest before you go!”
Hestia didn’t turn around or respond, just waved her hand as she headed out
the door.
She had been waiting in a small room behind Hephaistos Familia’s main store.
She walked right past it and onto Main Street.
I can’t wait to give this to him!
Just thinking about his face the moment she gave him the dagger made her so
happy she could die.
First, he would simply smile at her, look at her with respect and admiration,
and he would hold her…
Hestia’s cheeks puffed up as she thought of how to set up that moment. She
was walking down the middle of the road, her face stuck in the same
expression, giggling to herself.
She calmed down a bit as she walked farther down Northwest Main. She
decided to wait for Bell at home, rather than trying to find him in the city. Of
course, she wanted to give it to him as quickly as possible, but she didn’t know
where he was at the moment.
Probably somewhere in the Dungeon, knowing him.
“Hmm?…Ha-ha-ha, I see…”
She’d had a plan, until she happened to see a poster on the side of a shop. No
one showed it to her. It was just there. A triumphant grin grew on her face.
The poster detailed the schedule for Monsterphilia, opening today.
The yearly festival is today! Bell just came to Orario. If he knows about
Monsterphilia, that’s where he’ll be!
Therefore, if she went, too, chances were she could see him there. She was in
such a good mood that the idea of searching for Bell in a massive crowd didn’t
bother her at all.
She’d figured out how he thought. Or so she declared to herself via her new
(slightly unfounded) confidence. She knew where she needed to go.
Turning on a heel, she made her way toward East Main.
“Hey! Taxi!”
She flagged down a horse cart that was passing through by waving her small
hand.
The young driver neatly pulled right up at Hestia’s feet. She climbed into the
cart and said, “To East Main, please!” and pointed that way for good measure.
“Ha-ha, loud and clear. Are you by chance going to Monsterphilia, Miss
Goddess?”
“Something like that.”
The young man flicked the reins, sending the cart into motion. The sound of
wooden wheels hitting the rock pavement bounced in her ears. Her seat shook
with each stone.
This was a huge city. Home to the most adventurers and Familias in the
world, Orario distinguished itself from the rest of the larger cities. Inside a city
this large, walking wasn’t the most efficient form of transportation. Horses had
been brought in to help transport supplies to businesses around the city as well
as assist private citizens.
The term “taxi” was first used by a god trying to flag one of them down. The
name stuck and had been used ever since.
“I want to get there as fast as I can. I know it’s crowded today, but can you
speed up?”
“Do I look like a man who would refuse the request of a goddess?”
The young man was more than happy to oblige and urged his horse to run
faster.
Since the main streets were full of people and food stands, he veered off the
main road and went into the backstreets. Sometimes their path was so narrow
that the cart barely fit through the gap as they rode toward East Main.
The driver, who couldn’t have been more than five years older than Bell, was
very friendly and kept a lively conversation going during the trip. Hestia got into
the festival spirit watching all the decorations fly by their cart.
“A-ya-ya. I’m sorry, Goddess. Looks like I can’t go any farther.”
“Hmm?”
They had been making great time, but suddenly the cart came to a halt. East
Main was only a block away, but the number of fairgoers had increased to the
point that the taxi couldn’t proceed.
The driver lowered his head in apology, but Hestia figured this was close
enough and started getting ready to disembark from the cart.
“It’s okay, Mr. Driver. I’ll walk from here.”
“I really do apologize. It may be a little dark, but if you use that side road, you
should be able to get to East Main.”
“Thanks! How much do I owe you?”
“It comes to ninety vals.”
Hestia turned her purse inside out and emptied the entire contents into the
driver’s hands, her face glowing with excitement.
“Hee-hee. Keep the change! It’s your tip!”
“Um, Goddess, this is exactly ninety vals…”
His words fell on deaf ears as Hestia half danced her way onto the side road
he had suggested. He watched her for a moment, a slightly lonely look on his
face. Giving up on the tip, he turned his cart around and set off to find another
customer.
The side road was dark and narrow. But unlike the main street, no one was
back there, and Hestia moved quickly down the path. She skipped forward,
humming a happy tune and cradling the weapon case in her arms.
It was at that moment she realized she wasn’t alone.
“Huh? Is that you, Freya?”
“…Hestia?”
Hestia almost ran into a woman covering her entire body with a navy blue
cloak at a small intersection. Hestia could tell it was the Goddess of Beauty from
a few locks of silver hair sticking out from the neck of the hood and the
woman’s posture.
“Did you come to watch Monsterphilia, too? Taking a back road like this, you
must be in a rush.”
“…In a sense, yes. There are many children on the main street, so I’m staying
out of sight. Sneaking around back here is the fastest way to get around.”
“Ah! Must be difficult being the Goddess of Beauty!”
Everyone who saw Freya had a different reaction, but many tended to stop
and stare. She could avoid a lot of hassle by staying out of sight. That meant she
couldn’t ride a taxi to get around, either. This had to be her only way.
Freya smiled her usual smile. Hestia gave her an affirming nod.
“Oh, Freya, while I’ve got you here. Have you seen the boy in my Familia? I’m
looking for him.”
“……”
“He’s a human with white hair and ruby-red eyes…Kind of looks like a rabbit!”
Hestia mimed out her explanation of Bell, arms becoming rabbit ears. Freya
stopped smiling and went silent.
But her smile soon returned, and she told Hestia what she knew.
“Now that you mention it, I have. On East Main, not too long ago.”
“Really?!”
“Yes. He was heading toward the stadium. So if you take a left up there, you
should be able to avoid the crowd completely.”
Accepting her directions without a second thought, Hestia thanked her with
her biggest smile yet and set off.
Freya smiled a different kind of grin before continuing on her own path.
Hestia followed the road and turned left. More and more sunlight reached the
street as she got closer to East Main.
It wasn’t long now. Hestia picked up speed and burst out of the side street
and into the throng of people on the main street.
The fairgoers didn’t have any time to waste, either.
But in the waves of people, she immediately found Bell’s white head trying
and failing to move forward through the crowd.
“Heeey! BELL!!!”
“Huh?”
Is that who I think it is over there…? Oh, wow.
Haven’t seen the goddess for days, and suddenly she shows up here, in the
middle of this mess?
“Goddess?! What are you doing here?”
“Hey, don’t be stupid! I wanted to see you, why else?”
She comes all the way up to me, her ridiculously large boobs leading the way.
That’s not really an answer…She’s making me a bit nervous.
“Yeah, I wanted to see you, too, but not that. Where have you been…?”
“What a wonderful coincidence, don’t you think? I wanted to see you, and
here you are! We must have some kind of special connection! Hee-hee-hee!”
She’s not listening…at all.
She’s gone into her own little world. Where does that leave me?
“G-Goddess, you seem to be in a really good mood. What happened?”
“Hee-hee…You wanna know? The reason why I’m happy…”
“Y-yes?”
I swear she’s smiling hard enough to power all the magic stone lamps in
Orario…She’s also hiding something behind her back. What could that be? Well,
I’ll just have to wait. She’s really drawing this out.
“The truth is…”
I wait for her to continue, but she just stops.
She looks around the fair, taking in the sights and sounds. But I don’t think
she’s really here, in the real world. Now she’s staring up at the sky. What is
going through her head?
“…Hmm. We’re already out here, so I’ll tell you later!”
“Ehhhhh?”
“Look forward to something really special!”
My shoulders drop; pretty sure my jaw does, too. What is she trying to do to
me? Wait, what? She grabbed my hand?!
My heart skips a beat as she takes my right hand. Her skin, it’s so soft…She’s
pulling!
“Let’s have a date, Bell!”
She turns her back and looks over her shoulder with a cute little smile.
“…A date?!”
“Yep, yep! Just look at the city! Everything looks so fun! We’ll have a great
time!”
“Sure, but what do you mean, a date?”
“Hee-hee! Let’s go, Bell! Let’s go!”
I’m blushing like mad; I can feel it in my cheeks. But the goddess looks so
happy.
Her silklike fingers clamp down on my hand, and she leads me straight into
the crowded street.
The street vendors show no signs of slowing down. They are selling so many
things! Meat on a stick; easy to carry, I suppose. Oh! Small souvenirs, key
chains, accessories with Ganesha Familia’s emblem or a monster on them are in
that one! Aren’t those…real weapons?? Not the highest grade, but they’re very
real. Only in Orario…
Fireworks fired off from the stadium dot the sky. I can barely hear them over
the noise on the street.
“Wait, Goddess. I have to tell you, I’m in the middle of something!”
“Oh, like what?”
“I was asked to find someone.”
“Okay, then, we’ll look for them while on our date! I think the phrase is two
birds with one stone? Hey! Mister! Two of those crepes, please!”
“Goddess?!”
She brushes me off again…I’m in trouble now.
I can’t go back to The Benevolent Mistress without getting Syr’s wallet to her
and say it was because I was on a date! Is this a date…? Anyway, if those ladies
find out, they would hate me for sure!
And then there’s…
The goddess. I can’t take my eyes off her.
My hand won’t relax, damp with sweat. That’s nothing compared with all
these new looks from the goddess.
It is strange to think, but she’s acting the age she looks, going from vendor to
vendor, her eyes sparkling as she points to a pastry or clothes like a teenager.
She’s completely different at home, more grown-up. Her smile is always
contagious, but now it’s…cute.
The goddess really is a beautiful young lady. Seeing this side of her proves it.
My heart is beating a rhythm now…What have I gotten myself into?
She’s a goddess!!
“Bell? Be-ll?”
“Ah, yes. What is it?”
“Ahh—nn.”
“…Huh?”
She’s making this a whole lot more complicated…
She’s holding one of the crepes that we just bought up to my mouth with that
radiant grin on her face…
While she finally lets go of my hand, she’s on tiptoes holding the crepe with
both hands and trying to get me to open my mouth.
My arms flail as I struggle to get words out, eyes locked on the confection
now inches away.
“Goddess, what are you doing?!”
“What do you mean? Say ‘ah’! Ready, ahh-nn. I always wanted to try this.”
“…?!”
My whole body is twitching…How pathetic…
I forgot what I was going to say, great. All right, maybe if I don’t say anything,
she’ll get the message. My cheeks are on fire!
I know she’s in a good mood, but this is absurd! Maybe it’s the festival that’s
giving her these ideas.
“Aww, what is it, Bell? Is it because I took a bite first?”
“N-no! It’s not that, it’s just…”
It’s a little embarrassing…and you are a goddess!! I have to respect you!
Respect!
Being fed like that by an otherworldly deity? I have no manners at all!
Avoid eye contact! I already look pathetic enough! Come on, think! There has
to be a way out! Ah! My own crepe!
“I bought that for you! To take a bite of your crepe would be disrespectful
because I have my own. Please have a bite of mine instead!”
“…You got away…”
Her smile is gone, pouting a bit. At least she lowered the crepe.
But she shrugs it off. “Oh, well.” Her smile is back!
“Okay, we’ll do it your way. I’ll have a bite of yours.”
“Eh?”
“See? Ahhh-nnnn.”
“…Ah-nn.”
She closes her eyes. Her thin lips are open.
Okay, I can handle this. Just bring the crepe close to her mouth…
Chomp.
Her cute cherry-blossom lips jump forward as she takes a small bite. She looks
like a cute, innocent child…Stop looking at her like that! I’m blushing again!
She opens her eyes with her teeth still in my crepe and smiles like a
mischievous fox before taking another massive bite from the pastry. She pulls
back, her cheeks stuffed like a pretty little chipmunk’s.
Just what does my face look like…?
There’s a spot of cream on her cheek.
Must have come from the inside of the crepe. I can take care of it for her real
quick.
I stop my hand in midair. What am I doing?! She’s a goddess!!!
She doesn’t want to be treated like this! Especially not by a human like me!
Get her a napkin, idiot!
I start to pull my hand back, but she grabs my wrist with those delicate
fingers.
“Hee-hee-hee, I want you to.”
“……”
She smiles sweetly at me, blushing with eyes full of trust.
I slowly run my finger up her cheek. Her eyes clench and her body wiggles as if
it’s ticklish.
Whew…
Blood is pounding into my head.
My whole body is on fire, an itch I can’t scratch. This is so embarrassing…or
am I just shy?
She’s got me wrapped around her finger.
“Well done, Bell! Next up, potato snacks! Let’s go! Let’s go!”
“W-we’re going to keep going?”
“Of course! We almost never have time to enjoy something together!”
She takes my hand again and leads me back down the street.
I may have one foot in the grave, but for some reason I’m smiling, too.
Come to think of it, she’s right.
We are a two-person Familia. We’re always busy trying to make enough
money to see tomorrow. I’m in the Dungeon; she’s at her part-time job.
I can count the number of times we’ve been outside the room together on
one hand.
We weave in and out of the many races of people flooding East Main.
I may look very out of place, but the goddess is happy. That’s exactly what I
want.
“—”
It takes a step forward.
“…B-Bell.”
I grab the goddess’s hand and take one, two steps back.
Every hair on my body is standing up. I haven’t felt like this since “that” day.
A white body, silver hair running down its back. Its presence is overwhelming.
It has the eyes of a beast, no rhythm or reason. And it’s looking at me and the
goddess.
I can’t breathe.
Why is there a monster here? What is happening? I’ve asked those questions
before…
I’m facing something that shouldn’t be here. It’s the Minotaur all over again.
I’m sweating, shaking just as hard as last time.
One of us is going to get overrun!
“—Do your best.”
Where did that voice come from…?
CHAPTER 6
BUMP ◆ OF ◆ CHICKEN!
Bell Cranell
Level One
Strength: G-221 → E-403 Defense: H-101 → H-199
Utility: G-232 → E-412 Agility: F-313 → D-521 Magic: I-0
…?!?
Bell’s status had grown over 600 points?!
His growth knew no bounds. And he was still getting stronger. This was
anything but a normal growth speed.
The flames of jealously toward Aiz burned in Hestia’s heart, but she also felt
reassured.
With this much…
The weapon had become very potent.
The black blade was pulsing dark purple light in his hand. It was alive and well.
It’s all up to Bell now!
She put her hand on his back and put all of her strength into a big push to give
a boost.
“Now, go!”
“Now, go!”
With those words, Bell’s perception of time and space narrowed to a very thin
line.
His heart beat in his ears. His feet were enveloped in heat. But his head was
clearer than it had ever been.
He had crouched down while Hestia updated his status. His body was ready to
take off at a full sprint.
Power filled his legs, right knee up and ready to blast off.
“GYAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!”
The monster stood directly in front of him at the end of the road. Its enraged
howl echoed down the long street.
Silverback. The monster that, even with his updated status, was Bell’s worst
nightmare.
Victory was a long shot. Bell himself wondered if he really had a chance.
However, even if he didn’t believe in himself, he could put his faith in Hestia’s
words.
He sprang forward, his goddess’s words filling him with determination and
courage.
“—”
The silverback fell silent.
Bell had never moved this fast.
Six hundred status points had given him speed like nothing before. Despite
the distance still separating them, the silverback knew at that moment it wasn’t
fast enough to defend against a killing blow.
Are you listening, Bell? Remember what I’m about to say. Don’t do anything
reckless, though. Understood?
Eina’s voice ran through Bell’s head as he cut through the air toward his
target.
No matter how strong, no matter how thick their defense, monsters all have a
common weak spot.
Bell still remembered Eina vigorously explaining the basics to him, pointing at
him.
If you hit it, even a dragon will fall. It’s their one true vulnerable spot.
He remembered, very clearly, Eina’s voice telling him what to do next.
One strike. If you can pierce their skin with just one strike, any monster can be
slain by an adventurer’s blade.
The place that made a monster a monster, their one and only “core.”
I don’t need to say any more, right? Yes, the one thing all monsters have
hidden in their chest—
Their magic stone. Cutting it was the most effective way to slay any monster.
Bell saw his target, a point on the monster’s chest.
The beast charged forward, feet pounding the street. The silverback’s arms
lightly shook in the air. Bell used what time was left to line up his strike, his eyes
focused on that one spot.
The “Hestia Knife” blazed purple in his grip. Its newfound strength gathered
into the tip of the blade and sent a beam of light into the heavens.
All the power gathered in the blade, all of the strength in his body, every last
drop of energy went into this thrust.
Muscles tore and bones cracked as Bell’s dagger pierced the monster’s chest,
his body sticking out like a spear.
“YAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
Penetration.
“Gyaaa!!!”
The black blade struck the monster’s chest head-on.
Bell felt the dagger hit something harder than flesh or bone. It sent a wave up
his arm.
The silverback’s eyes went wide as it started to fall backward.
“—?!”
Bell’s momentum carried him up and over the monster. He let go of the knife
and went flying.
He couldn’t slow down. Bell didn’t have time to prepare for a hard landing. He
had focused everything he had into one attack to finish it off. However, his body
reacted on its own. He flew in a perfect arch, curling up into a human bullet.
He was on the ground before he had time to take another breath.
“Guhheee?”
He hit the ground rolling, finally coming to a stop after seven somersaults.
Getting up, starry eyed and dizzy, Bell took a few deep breaths before turning
around.
The silverback was on its back, arms and legs sprawled out in the middle of
the road. A piece of the monster’s body started to collapse, the black blade
standing straight up out of its chest. Time was standing still.
The magic stone at the monster’s core was shattered. More and more of its
body collapsed in on itself before turning into ash. It flickered for a moment
before being carried off by the breeze, leaving no trace behind.
Click click. The “Hestia Knife” hit the stone road as the last of the beast
disappeared. The weapon lay in the middle of the street, glowing purple.
Cheers erupted from all around him.
Bell’s battle with the silverback had moved the residents of Daidaros Street
who had watched it from a safe distance. People who had hidden in the
shadows and behind windows now came out of the woodwork in droves,
clapping and cheering at the top of their lungs. Even the stadium hadn’t been as
alive with glee as this corner of the labyrinth town.
A smile appeared on Bell’s face in the middle of all the applause.
He looked back to the end of the road to grin at the goddess, to say, “I did it!”
That’s when he saw her body collapsed on the ground.
“Goddess?!?”
Bell grabbed the “Hestia Knife” before running to her aid, his face pale and
breaking out in a cold sweat.
Her light body was limp in his arm, her eyes closed. Bell’s face turned yet
another shade of white. Bell gently picked her up and ran out of the alleyway to
a glorious send-off of cheers.
“Guoooooooooo!!!?!”
The troll was slain in one decisive blow.
“Nn, the end?”
“Yes…”
Aiz withdrew her silver sword from the troll’s body, flicked off the blood, and
slid it cleanly back into its sheath in one smooth motion. She watched the
monster fall to the pavement with a thunderous boom. Townsfolk instantly
came out of their hiding places and surrounded Aiz with cheers.
Loki stood behind Aiz, supporting her head with her hand and looking bored
out of her mind. A small “hmmm” escaped her lips.
“I’d say they didn’ have their own rhythm. Looks like everybody’s all right, no
big problems…Feels like they were dancin’ to someone else’s beat.”
Aiz nodded to herself, agreeing with Loki’s assessment.
They had rushed all over the East Block protecting the citizens. However, the
monsters hadn’t run away, just wandered around the city as if they were
looking for something.
Aiz couldn’t shake the feeling that something had guided these monsters
from above.
“That all of ’em?”
“Not quite…There is still one left.”
Out of the nine monsters that escaped, only the silverback remained
unaccounted for.
That was a monster that Aiz could slay in an instant. Loki was even less
interested but started to run anyway. She wanted this monster hunt to be over
already. Aiz followed silently behind her.
They headed for East Main after talking with a few citizens who had seen the
silverback from their hiding places.
“Ehhhh? What’s this, over already?”
Rather than seeing scared faces and a rampaging monster, the townsfolk
were celebrating in the street.
Loki went up to the edge of the crowd to get some information.
“Hey, lady! Where’s the monster? What’s goin’ on?”
“Didn’t you hear? That boy struck it down! Heard it from a few folks from
Daidaros. They ran deep into that maze, and he slew it with one strike!”
“Hold up, lady. ‘That’ boy? Who’s ‘that’ boy?”
“You mean you didn’t see him run through here? A young adventurer with
reddish eyes and white hair? Yeah…looked like a rabbit!”
“Huh?”
Loki’s face contorted with confusion, but the blond girl standing behind her
jumped.
White hair…?
She had seen someone like that.
This morning, looking outside from the café.
The red-eyed, white-haired boy who had been hurt because of her.
“Excuse me! Please let me through!”
A new wave of noise swept over the crowd. “That” adventurer had returned.
People in the crowd started cheering, pushing to get a better look. Loki ran
into the swam, yelling, “Me, too! Me, too!” Aiz stayed behind, standing still and
feeling a little lonely.
Aiz didn’t want to be left out, so she walked up to the edge of the crowd and
stood on her tiptoes trying to get a good look.
“—Excuse me!!”
“!”
At that moment, a boy ducking as low as he could burst out of the crowd and
right past her.
Her golden eyes followed him, trying to figure out if it was him.
…It really is.
The boy didn’t acknowledge her as he rushed by. Aiz watched his back shrink
into the distance.
There was no mistaking him. He was the boy she had saved from the
Minotaur.
He slew…a silverback…?
He was weak. Her comrade may have gone a little overboard, but the boy had
been a clumsy, inexperienced adventurer.
The boy she remembered could never have slain a silverback.
“…Congrats.”
The word left her lips before she realized it.
But she wanted to congratulate the boy who had run out of the bar,
humiliated and spewing tears, on his incredible growth.
“……”
She wasn’t interested in the trick he used to slay it, but still.
She decided that for the time being, she should seek him out at least once
and apologize.
• “A HIGH QUALITY BLADE FOR NEWBIE ADVENTURERS” CREATED BY HEPHAISTOS HERSELF AFTER
MUCH DELIBERATION.
• HESTIA’S HAIR, BLOOD “ICHOR,” AND HIEROGLYPHS WENT INTO ITS CREATION. THE KNIFE HAS A
STATUS OF ITS OWN.
• IT GAINS EXPERIENCE ALONG WITH ITS USER AND GROWS. THE WEAPON IS ALIVE.
• ONLY SOMEONE WITH HESTIA’S BLESSING CAN USE IT. IT WILL BECOME WORTHLESS IN ANYONE
ELSE’S HANDS.
• WHEN ITS USER BECOMES “THE BEST,” SO WILL THE WEAPON. HEPHAISTOS HAS DEEMED IT “BAD
FOR BUSINESS.”
EPILOGUE
FAMILIA ◆ MYTH
It was just after Hestia’s fiftieth failure to recruit someone into her Familia.
Her shoulders drooping, she happened to see the back of someone who
looked lonely.
Judging from his build from behind, he was human. The thin, white-haired boy
was wandering around the city with drooping shoulders, just like her.
Hestia was interested, so she decided to follow him for a while.
She hid in the shadows of buildings, careful not to make a sound so he
wouldn’t see her. Tap tap tap. She trailed him.
He was trying to get into a Familia, apparently. He was going from Familia
home to home and getting turned away at the door every time. Hestia followed
him to no fewer than ten different Familias before the tired boy took a seat on
the road.
The lonely boy looked up, half watching the crowds of people pass by. He was
looking for a place to call his own. If she left him like this, he might die of
loneliness. Or so Hestia thought as she looked at his white visage.
“Hey! You there! The back roads are dangerous. You shouldn’t use them, you
know?”
The boy realized someone was talking to him.
He had stood up to go into a back road before hearing a stranger’s voice. He
turned around with surprise in his eyes to find Hestia.
“T-thanks…um…Who are you? Did you get lost back here all by yourself?”
“…The one who looks lost is you, don’t you think?”
It was the worst meeting possible. This wasn’t the first time; people always
treated Hestia like a child when they first met her. However, as soon as the boy
realized who she was, he furiously apologized over and over again.
“Ohh. So no matter what Familia you go to, they all refuse and show you the
door?”
“Y-yes…”
Pretending that she didn’t already know, Hestia stole a few looks at the boy.
While he didn’t look too dependable, there was nothing wrong with his
character. Actually, she kind of liked him.
From this short conversation, she could tell that for better or worse, he was a
child.
“Well, you see, um…I’m looking for an adventurer to add to my Familia right
now, actually. This is quite the coincidence, don’t you think…?”
There was an almost painful hint of desperation in Hestia’s voice. She had yet
to successfully recruit even one adventurer.
“I’ll join! Please, let me join!”
“…Are you sure that you are okay joining a Familia like mine?”
“Yes, of course! Are you sure that someone like me is welcome?”
Everything happened quickly after that. The two of them jubilantly introduced
themselves, and Hestia Familia was born.
“All right, Bell. Follow me! We’ll make your induction into my Familia official!”
“Yes, coming!”
She led him to a run-down bookstore.
An older human was behind the counter inside the store. He shook his short
white beard when he saw Hestia come inside.
“Ah, Miss Hestia. If this is about your Familia, I still say no.”
“It’s not that! Can we use the upstairs room please, Mister?”
“Ah-ah. That’s no problem. Just put the books back on the shelf when you
finish reading them.”
Hestia took Bell’s hand and led him upstairs into a room that smelled like old
wood.
The room was lined with shelves full of books from corner to corner. There
were even books piled up on the floor in front of the shelves.
Hestia didn’t have money to buy books herself, so she got on the good side of
this store’s owner and often came here to indulge in some literature.
“Okay, take off your clothes and sit here.”
“My…clothes?”
“Ah, just your shirt is fine. I’m going to engrave my blessing into you now.”
Hestia couldn’t hide her giddiness as she set to work, engraving her Falna into
his back.
She had decided a long time ago that she would give her first blessing to a
child in this room.
Starting out from a place surrounded by what she loved was perfect.
What could be better than beginning a new story surrounded by many books?
“Bell, why did you want to become an adventurer?”
“Well, actually, ever since I was young I wanted to meet girls like the heroes in
Dungeon Oratoria…”
“Meet girls…? You wanted to become an adventurer to do that…?”
“It’s not just that! Meeting girls is the pinnacle! It’s a man’s romance! My
grandfather, who raised me, always said that ‘Harems are the best’!”
“I think your grandfather was mistaken…”
Hestia finished imprinting her Falna in no time at all.
Bell now had several black markings on his back. Hestia rubbed them with her
hands.
It was like the first page of an ancient classic written in hieroglyphs.
This book was called a “status.”
So, let’s see what roads you have traveled…
Excelia…It showed everything a person had done and became a status. In
other words, it was the history of a person who’d received a god’s blessing. The
god judged everything seen or done by their entire family and wrote that onto
their back.
Hestia was now in charge of continuing to write Bell’s story.
“……All right now, Bell. Do your best! Our Familia starts now.”
“Ah, yes!”
Golden light shone in from the window, illuminating dust in the air of the
room.
It was like all the countless books surrounding them were celebrating the
birth of a new story.
Hestia smiled at all the blank pages yet to be filled in on Bell’s back.
His story will be written by her from this day forward.
It will be a story interwoven with other children’s.
A story repeated many times from the past, the adventurer.
The hero, protected by the gods.
The boy will walk this path, the goddess will record it.
Familia Myth.
Afterword
A person who was involved with this novel asked me, “If you had any skill (like
the kind in this book), what would it be?” the other day.
This was actually a very embarrassing question. Even after putting some
serious thought into it, I had no idea how to answer.
A skill is something that you excel at doing. So what am I exceptionally good
at? It was then I realized that I had nothing that I could proudly declare, “I’m
good at this,” to another person. I can list a number of weaknesses, but I
couldn’t come up with a skill that I could puff out my chest and call my own.
I thought and thought. I briefly considered saying I could manipulate fire at
will, but I knew I would regret it.
Then it hit me like a lightning bolt from the gods, bing!
The answer that came to me in that moment was “My skill is meeting
people!” I said it proudly.
It makes me laugh with regret every time I think back on that person’s face
and my excitement when I found my answer. Honestly, I would have liked to dig
a hole and bury myself alive out of embarrassment. But I really do believe that I
have a skill when it comes to meeting people.
I learned something by meeting so many people up to this point in my life. I
received a lot of support and occasionally much-needed help. All of these
“meetings” have given me many connections, and those connections are
without a doubt my greatest treasure.
I have been blessed with many “meetings.”
This book could not have won a prize without the hard work of many people.
First, I am grateful to all the members of the GA Editing Department, especially
the leaders who put up with me and led me on the right path, and to Mr.
Suzuhito Yasuda, for creating many illustrations for this novel. I also want to
extend my gratitude to everyone I met during production. This publication was
completed only because I met all these people and received their support. I
would like to take a moment to express my appreciation. Thank you, everyone.
And finally to you, the one who was kind enough to read this novel. This may
sound strange, but I’d like to believe that I have “met” you through this book as
well.
Thank you for reading my message. Let’s “meet” again soon!
Sincerely,
Fujino Omori
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