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Seventh hierarchy. The novice zone is already out. Me and Lung and the rest of the Hoddelbabosa gang were beating up the worms and skeletons that came out, but the occasional mixed raptor made it just impossible to hide the color of the wear.

Breathing with his shoulders, Timit looked at Lung, the leader, staring at him.

"Hey, it's time to turn back? I have the strength to go home."

"Oh, right. Maybe it's time to suck."

Lung also agreed. Looking back and forth, he confirmed that Cleric's Latille, Archer's Fresha, was also exhausted and his breath was rough.

It is Davan the Heavy Warrior and me, Mr. Bell, who are plain.

"I'm sorry I didn't get out with Goblin, but, well, the battle's good enough,"

Everyone agreed with Lung that we should turn back. Latille approaches him like that.

"Is that blood back on your face?

"Hmm? Oh, what do you say? It doesn't hurt."

Lung wipes the blood on his own cheek with his sleeve. I already handkerchiefed out of my pocket like Latille was in trouble.

"Huh...?

Suddenly, Latille disappeared. No, there's a pompous hole where she was.

"Oh, a pit!?

Lung raised his bare voice. Disappeared Latille, no, it fell. In this hole.

"Wow, Latille!

Lung and Fresha run over to the hole. But the hole is deep, and there is no sign of Latille. The bottom is dark and I can't see the bottom.

"Why are you dropping a hole in here?!

"Hey, you suck, you hole!

Timit the sheaf yelled.

"The one that's connected to the lower tier."

"I need to go help!

Lung stood up, but Timit shook his head sideways.

"No, wait, Lung! You're telling me you know what's going on here? We go deeper than this is tight. Even if I do, I'm also suspicious if I'll still have enough strength to get back outside the dungeon this time!

"Mm-hmm, about a tier, if you can handle it with your guts. Ah! Latille is alone now!?

If I don't help you, the monster will do it to me. Anyway, she's Cleric. A class of backward support systems that use healing magic, lacking in means of attack.

"You idiot! I'm telling you, without that cleric, are we going to advance the hierarchy that is unknown to us! I'd hardly even have a potion!

Wait a minute - I'm moving in.

"Don't you have a potion?

"Ah, oh. I only bring the least recovery, mainly because Latille does"

Lung answers.

Oh, come on, seriously. I don't have potions or other healing pills because someone magically handles them, I can't believe... It's what drug money adventurers do a lot. Uh, I used to have a magical reliance on potion ketch when I did RPG too.

But reality is not like the game. It is essential to survive the absence of a healer or to prepare medicines and the like for some kind of incident. The Hoddelbabosa Regiment is about to surface its neighborhood now.

"What are you gonna do, Lung!?

Fresha gives a hysterical voice.

"What about Latille!?

"Of course, you won't be able to leave me alone! I'm going to help!

"So I'm going to the dark clouds to help..."

"Timit! You're abandoning Latille!?

"... I don't want to abandon you either. But."

Timit leaned down.

"We don't know what's going on down here in the hierarchy. I don't even know if I can get to Latille. In the first place, I don't even know if she's safe. Maybe he was already dead when he fell."

"Silly Yarrow! Timit, you -!"

Lung gets grabbed by Timit. Davan rushes in and breaks in between.

"This may not be the time to argue within your peers."

Totally - I, uh, look at Mr. Bell. Mr. Bell looked back at me with a frightened face.

"I can't help chatting here.... you guys are twisted"

"Is...?

Together they look at me with surprise.

"Because I'm here. Fortunately, I carry more than one potion, and I can use magic. If you want to help your fallen companions, I can lead them."

"Jin......"

"No, no, you, because it's F-rank! What are you talking about?

Timit roughs up his voice. I peek into the hole.

"In the meantime, I don't have time to argue, so whatever you guys do, I'm gonna go help. I'm sorry to hear that the same party people are going to die."

"O, I'm coming too, Jin!

Lung told me to scream. I snort.

"All right. With floating magic, you can even chase it through this hole. Anyone who comes, hurry up."

Eighth tier. It was a hierarchy that opened like a big hall.

The stone also swoops to the ground. Slightly sloping and looking like a hill tells the story of how wide this hierarchy is. There are several horizontal holes in the walls, and their destinations are branched out.

One of these leads to the hierarchy that goes up, but I don't know which one is right for Latille, who fell from the top.

But she had more pressing problems than that.

I ran into a bunch of goblins.

I hurt my leg when I fell, but this one recovered by the time I managed to walk with healing magic. All this time I thanked myself for being a magical cleric. Otherwise, you wouldn't have been able to move by now.

But what I encountered with Goblin made me want to curse myself for being Cleric. The whole thing, coming towards me with an odd voice, managed to slaughter me with a cane. Goblins are physically close to children, and if they are one-on-one, they can manage to counter them.

The problem is, when there were more than one of these. And now, Latille was being chased by a bunch of goblins.

"... which way do I run - haha!?

Shot in the leg. It's a goblin archer. From somewhat further afield, the hunter says hello to the next arrow.

A falling Latille. Goblins with knives and stone axes caught up and surrounded her.

"Gabba Baba!"

An integral goblin flies over the body of a laid-back Latille. Covering her face with a hand with a wand, Goblin grabs the Latille wand disappointingly and tries to take it away. Further around, the goblins approached with a strange voice, and Latille took her hand off the wand.

Scared. They're gonna kill me!

Bye, and loud goblins. Those white eyes stare inorganically at Latille. But when his fangs are swept out, and he is not eaten, it is of the fierce beast.

- Help... Lung!

Reminds me of a childhood warrior. Because he's going to be an adventurer, then I'm going to be a monk (Cleric) and I'm going to help you - memories of your childhood. Is this a running lantern?

"Gearbah!"

A goblin on top shakes up a stone axe. No, I can't help you anymore.

The wind blew. At the same time, the weight of the goblin disappears. I didn't know what happened.

"Get away from Latille, you bastards!

Lung's anger poured out his ear. Lung -!

Latille, who was already half crying, heard his voice and a large grain of tears spilled. To help, you're here -!