The Dungeon Struggle of an Earth Dragon!

Doss told me about what happened last night.

In addition, I was shown the very events that took place yesterday with thought calls and memory transmissions.

"Well... Torres..."

While I was surprised, I figured, too.

Torres' guy, he's been avoiding strange going to town and village lately.

In addition to that, the intrusion into the dungeon of the adventurer I found out about.

Do you feel that all the emotions that I had exploded?

"............... what do you do?

Doss is the one who asks.

By the way, it's me, Doss, Elibel, Berk, and Pulp who are on this scene right now.

Ann is in the Eld Wilderness, and Una is out in the Holy Kingdom of Harshalud to the north, respectively, so she won't be back for a while.

Because each of us has something to do.

Très in question is asleep in his room.

Of course, Elibel's subordinate Lace is possessed by surveillance.

If you need anything, they'll let you know right away.

"Hmmm............"

Blah blah... what do we do?

Though the result alone ended in an attempt, this action is arbitrary, disregarding the Dungeon's intentions.

But on the other hand, I can't deny that what underlies it is the desire to protect the dungeon.

"... Earth, I'm telling you, you think I'm gonna punish Torres or what?

It was Elibel who spoke.

"One of these cases is your failure to predict Torres' behavior"

Point at me, says Elibel.

"For family members,“ living a human being ”and“ killing a human being "can both be made for the sake of the dungeon. Especially for someone with a proper“ will ”and“ heart ”. If you have a hundred people, you have a hundred ways of thinking. Be aware of that. I told you, Anne, not everyone in your family is a yes man who affirms you. Everyone receives and thinks differently."

Elibel says as she crosses her left and right bone fingers.

'Right...... really, you're right'

I don't have a word to give it back.

I'm sure that's what I thought somewhere in my mind, maybe I could figure it out, that everyone would do well.

So I didn't realize the troubles Tres had.

And that led to this runoff.

I ended up trying because of Doss, but if Torres had killed the adventurers as he was, I don't know what would have happened.

Our dungeons and Torres himself.

"Oh, you're quite honest..."

My reaction was unexpected, Elibel was a little dull.

"... well, it's also wrong to blame you alone. - Even our families are responsible. We've been together forever, and nobody noticed the inside of her."

"Pulu......"

No puffiness or low number of air bubbles in the body.

I guess it was a shock.

I'm sure Torres and I got along better than anyone else in this, because Plump.

... I can't.

"- Is that a little good?

So, the giant who has remained silent until now.

Berk opened his mouth.

"It's about Torres, can't you leave it to Non?

To that unexpected offer, everyone circles their eyes without leaking.

'Huh?'

………

"Pulu...?

"Hey!? You're kidding me! BERK!! Even though this is your chance to entrust you to heartbreak and Torres can legally sexually harass you - Gho!!!

Before Elibel finishes saying it, Doss slaps that head as hard as he wants.

Oh, I'm stuck on the ground as much as I want.

Nice.

"In this, she wasn't the only one who was inspired to hate humans. At least I know more about that kid's stuff than anyone else on this scene. Why don't you let Non take care of it?

- That's when a thousand hands hurt themselves?

Indeed, the only ones who were with Tres were Berk and Rhino shaped Gonzo.

I asked Berk when that one settled down.

By the way, Gonzo is in the middle dungeon forest area at Monkey Head Mon.

'Are you all right?

"There's nothing certain. Well, let's just try it."

'............ ok'

Maybe now I don't feel like talking to Tres' heart.

Like Torres, there are sorrows and resentments that have killed a thousand hands.

But I'm sure that's something else that I'm feeling, and that's something that Tres is feeling.

The emotion I'm feeling in a thousand hands is close to the feeling that one way or another the attached thing or weapon is broken.

They may say it's cold, but for me, a thousand hands is just one of the works of the Golem.

But Torres probably thought a thousand hands like Una, Dos, and Ann were like family members.

I didn't realize that.

"Excuse me. I got it, Berk."

I bowed my head honestly to Berk.

At a time like this, all I can do is ask for it, keep my head down.

"... from me, please"

Doss also bows his head.

I think he's worried about Tres, too.

He's my brother.

"Let's just say I've been entrusted"

Berk nodded with a serious face.

In the meantime, leaving this matter to Berk opened the door.

And then Elibel kept it buried.

You're not going to go sexually harass Tres, are you?

'.................. ha'

My footsteps, walking deep, are heavy.

Finishing the discussion and not particularly willing to do anything, I was walking praprapragmatically deep.

And - when I realized, I was even in front of Tres' room.

Each family member is given a private room.

I said I'd leave it to Berk, but still...

'... I don't think I'm going to see what happens when I tell you...'

All I can feel from the room is the magic of Tres.

Already, Berk must have left the room.

"... your father?

I heard Torres from across the door.

Well, this is the distance.

Well, do you notice?

'Oh. Can I come in?

"…………… fine"

Somewhat, I get acknowledgement from Tres.

Open the door, manage to dive through the narrow door and enter the room.

Yeah. A normal door is just hard to get into a dragon's body, isn't it?

Torres sat on a cot made of forest plants.

That's good.

Sounds like a shark and feels good... if you're thinking about it now.

In the meantime, sit in front of the bed.

Torres doesn't try to look at me while I lean over.

Awkward silence persists.

What did Berk say?

"............... just now, the Odishan of Berk is here"

The puffiness and tresses stay on their knees and open their mouths.

"We talked about having fun with a thousand hands."

"Oh."

"So, that's the last thing I said. They said," Don't hold me alone, what are your family for? "

Dos, your brother - he said the same thing to you, Torres says.

"Father..."

"What?"

"I need a favor."

That said, Torres took the shattered demon stone out of his nostrils.

Is this...?

"A thousand hands of" demon nucleus. "Ever since then, I've had it."

A rusty demon nucleus with cracks in it.

But I don't even feel a piece of magic anymore, it's just a stone.

... No, but this is-?

"Father. Now I want you to build me a new weapon. Strong weapon you'll never lose."

So for the first time, Torres raised his face.

The expression is a strong expression full of determination.

It's not like you're carrying something in your face.

Though young, he had a serious look.

Are you telling me that you can't beat a human?

"Yeah. There's that too. But... I, I never want to lose, I don't want to lose to humans or" myself ". For a thousand hands, we have to work hard. Don't hold him alone, but let him protect your father and the dungeon with all of us."

Torres' face, who said so, had a neat look somewhere.

During your conversation with Berk, did anything change?

"So Father - please. Build me a weapon with this magic stone."

Using unfamiliar salutations, Tres bows his head to me.

Ha, shit.

Really, you didn't have to mess with me.

See the crushed demon nucleus.

- - The answer is settled.

"Okay."

I take the broken nucleus from Torres.

"Leave it to me. I'll make one of my finest dishes."

This is Elibel's masterpiece with both knowledge and materials.

For Tres's sake, Elibel would not refuse to provide materials or knowledge.

"- Yeah!"

That's what Torres laughed at.

And I heard that voice, as if I had anticipated the timing.

"Puh-puh-puh!

"Ah, Plu!

Look, there was a puddle by the door.

I guess I was worried about Plump Torres.

He jumped cleverly and cleverly, jumping into Tres' chest.

"Puppy, puppy!

"Yeah...... yeah. Right. I'm sorry, Plump. You said it was important that I, my family, didn't see anything."

"Puppy! Puppy!"

"Yeah...... yeah. I know, Pulp."

Whoa, Torres holds the puff in his arms.

Yeah.

I don't know what you're talking about, but I'm sure you're talking about a plump cousin.

I don't know what you're talking about, I shouldn't go in there.

Atmospherically.

"Pup, pup, pup."

"Yeah, thanks, Plump. From now on, let me rely on a glass. So, you can count on me for a drink."

"Pugh!"

Look at Tres getting better, he looks plump and happy.

After all, this is how Torres should be gone.

Rabble.

It will heal.

Still, what persuasion did Berk have to change the tresses that were blocking him so far?

Let's hear it later.

"… so, Father."

'Hmm? What's up?

"I need to ask you one more favor... Um, can I ask you to sleep with me today? Plump with me."

With his cheeks a little red, Torres asks about the mojo.

What the hell is that?

'Oh, that's good. Shall we sleep together for a while today?'

"Phew!"

"Yay!

You've never slept with me since we became a new dungeon.

That day, the three of us slept well.

And in a few more days...

"Torres, we're done."

I give Torres the finished weapon.

"Wow..."

It's a triple pestle that inspired one of the weapons that a thousand hands possessed.

A weapon created exclusively for long-range specialized tresses, it provides support for the bottom-up of the person's technique and computational processing.

Elibel also helped a lot and is a gimmick-laden confident piece.

Performantly, it could have far surpassed the deteriorated version of the Holy Sword Levertine that I had previously given it.

Tres hugs it all the time.

"Thank you, Father!

Torres laughed with such a bright smile that the flowers blossomed.

'............... that?

Hmm. - Is it your fault?

I felt like I could see a thousand hands behind her the moment Torres received the three pestles.

There's a broken, golem that's not supposed to be here anymore.

Like watching tresses gently.

Once I stared again, I couldn't see it anymore.

But the look on his face was the same as usual, but he looked like he was laughing for some reason.

- - Good luck, Tte.