The Dungeon Struggle of an Earth Dragon!

7. Probably similar to each other

Inside the laboratory, it was truly an abandoned wind.

Grass grown on a parrot.

On the cracked wall, crushing aging is progressing and wearing out everywhere.

I don't know what to use it for. There were also a lot of demon prop wreckages and stuff rolling around.

In addition, “bone” came to my attention.

Over there, some kind of bone was rolling.

......... I don't want to hear what you used it for.

"Pu?

Next to me like that, I'm sticking my tentacles out to the puffy bone.

Ah, Plum!

You can't! Don't touch that!

Pep! Pep!

I walk across the puddle.

The bone that was sticking was picked up and thrown away.

"Pu ~..."

He seems unhappy with the removal of the bones.

It is slightly swollen in my arms.

But such an angry figure is cute too.

Rabble.

'But that's a pretty decent building......'

Though two hundred years ago, I find it quite architectural.

The building itself is old, but not so different from modern Japanese architectural technology, this building.

Well, even that ruin on Elibel and the Great Hall on the eighty-eighth floor used a lot of skill.

Maybe it'll just take a word of magic.

That's convenient, magic.

"Hey, what are you doing? Over here, over here."

Whoa, it was in the building.

If you look, Elibel was long gone.

'Whoa, you shouldn't. Plump, let's hurry'

"Pulu!"

Me and Plum followed Elibel in a hurry.

And after walking for a while, I went out into the big hall of the blowout.

It's like a movie or something, and there's going to be a ballroom.

"Wow, that's huge......"

"Pfft..."

I got a glimpse of it, too.

The ceiling section has a large hole and two suns illuminate the center like a spotlight.

Elibel stands in the center like a spotlight.

It's worn out, with desks and equipment scattered everywhere, but it's a picturesque sight, including that.

Really, it would be perfect if it just looked...

"Well, I guess it's okay here."

That's what Elibel said, sitting at a table nearby.

Encouraged us to sit down with our hands.

"Sa, what shall we talk about...... for now, I don't like being long, let's just say to a conclusion"

'I mean, Elibel. Can't it be a memory transmission?

Array is a convenient sorcery that sends the sender's memory straight to others.

So, why don't you just send me the memory of Elibel as it is?

"No, I want to explain this properly from my mouth..."

Besides, she says.

"... if it's a memory transmission, it could be asked. Besides, it's ruined here, but it's got a connection that doesn't leak the sound itself outside."

Let's keep it in mind.

It feels like I saw it. There's nobody here.

Magic sensing, I've been looking into it, but there's no one else but us.

Who the hell is going to ask me?

No, it's a memory transmission in the first place, but what do you mean, they ask?

"Hey, Elibel. Who's gonna ask me?

Elibel doesn't answer.

I just know you're hanging some sort of surgical formula around you.

Watched the work with me all the way.

- And after a while, the work was done, and Elibel saw this one.

"Would that be a good idea? Sorry to keep you waiting."

"No, I don't mind."

"Pugh."

In the meantime, I was playing puffy.

Because for the next two hours or so, you could have left me alone.

I'd rather be playing for the rest of my life.

I want to be healed.

But for now, I can't help but turn to Elibel because Elibel is willing to talk.

Get on my knees and listen.

And Elibel opens her mouth.

"...... Shall I conclude for now? I need you to help me stop some idiot.

"Some idiot?

"Pfft?

Alpaca?

No, you don't. Heh.

"Yeah, that's right. Two hundred years ago, he tricked me and Berk into granting“ Dungeon Destruction ”to six weapons, depriving me of all my research, even living up to modern times. Stopping that son of a bitch. That's the end of me."

Elibel curls up in a breath.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

"What?

"That was 200 years ago, wasn't it? Then you're dead like that. '

Life expectancy is a hundred years at best.

The average life expectancy in this world should be even shorter.

There's no way a person can live two hundred years.

"What are you talking about? He's alive."

'Huh?'

"Pu?"

Me and my puffy eyes dot that word.

With his eyes like those of an asshole, Elibel looks at me.

Stop, that scornful eye.

"You know, right in front of you, there's going to be an example of that."

Elibel puts her hand on her chest.

"Ah......"

That's what I finally realized.

"Immortalisation..."

Undead.

A being where people die and turn into zombies.

A living corpse without will, but the high undead possesses high magic and will, that is, heart.

Furthermore, unlike normal humans, they are not tied to life expectancy.

"Yes,“ he ”is, like me, an immortalized“ ex-human. "But as of two hundred years ago, he was immortalized. More importantly, he taught me the art of immortalization."

Elibel says as she misses somewhere.

But at the next moment those eyes will be distorted.

"But, you know, Soytz betrayed me at one point, and I was doing my own research,“ Dungeon Destruction, "“ Supermassive Transfer Ceremony, "“ Dimensional Transfer Corridor, "whatever I wanted. I'm talking about fucking annoying you."

I think I heard a bunch of nasty words.

Elibel's voice was trembling when she came to her head.

Tingling and the magic of a possessed doll, but a little bit from him, distorts his surroundings like a pneumonia.

I can't believe he's so angry since I accidentally smashed this guy's research material with a sneeze brace.

- I was really scared then.

I used to use only the skin of my arm.

You're one of those guys who doesn't know much about pissing this guy off.

On the contrary, I'm intrigued.

"What's your name, that guy?

"- - - Lias"

At the same time as he mouths the name, Elibel takes a deep sigh.

"Former Lebenhertz Family Lead Counsellor Magician Lias Aurora"

And at the same time as I finished saying my full name, I got an indescribable look again. It's like all kinds of emotions are mixed.

"He slammed a magic iroha into me - so to speak, a master."

I taught Elibel magic.

Maybe there are a lot of substandard things about Germany, too.

To see Elibel, the disciple......

"But even assuming you're a master, right? Still, is that... revenge?

"Of course, right? I'll kill you a hundred times, I'll kill you a thousand times and a half times, I'll torture you a thousand times, and I'll bottle you in a drool."

Oh, oh...

Saying something horrible.

That's how my skin was peeled off at the time.

"Pu, pu..."

Oh, I'm shuddering because I'm small and shivering because of my plump fear.

Poor thing. But cute.

Rabble.

But it was 200 years ago, wasn't it? I'm not going to say anything that's past, but such an old - '

"What are you talking about? You're the victim, aren't you?

'Huh?'

"The“ Dungeon Destruction "of the Holy Sword Levertine used by that dragon killer, and possibly the“ Supermassive Transfer Ceremony "of the scepter Kadukeus used to move the army. Both of those things happened because that idiot brought up my research materials on his own two hundred years ago?

"Ah.................."

If you say so, yes.

A dungeon and my home made with my tannins.

That was broken in an instant.

Yeah. Thinking about it, I'm getting angry.

"Sure, that's not good."

Mostly for my safety.

"So it's bad if you don't stop it. That level of manipulation is not so easy to decipher or mass-produce, and although it makes no sense that there is no weapon or material to conform to, it's already been two hundred years... Well, not now, not now, but I still have to put on some bullshit."

One way or another, it's a sentimental problem, Elibel says.

"It's about time. Why did you come up with such a noisy theory?

In the first place, wouldn't this have happened if you hadn't thought such a super theory?

I say that all the way around.

"No, the..."

Elibel says the tooth cut looks bad.

"The... I enjoy thinking about the technique, the weapon, and so on. Make all sorts of magic tricks and props with Norinoli. I didn't really think about what happened then."

"Whoa!?

What about boulders?

No, well, that's it when it comes to researcher-like in a way?

"No, you're so young."

Elibel laughs as if she was sorry.

No, you're not about to laugh.

Not at all.

You have to be responsible for what you make.

As a producer.

".................. pu"

Hmm?

Something sticks to me with a puffy voice.

Ha, you're adorable.

"Tsukasa, Soitz...... was it Lias? How are we gonna find him? You have athe?

"Oh, there's no problem with that."

'Huh?'

"Maybe one of these days, we'll take some action."

"Yeah, what's going on?

"I don't know what that woman's been thinking for a long time, but there's only one thing that's clear. She's just terribly obsessed with the Dungeon."

"To the dungeon?

"Yeah, and I was particularly obsessed with powerful, complex dungeons like the Eight Dungeons. So, if there's a new dungeon, maybe they'll set something up from the other side. I'll just wait for it."

I had a bad feeling when I heard that.

"Um, that, I mean..."

Elibel giggles at me when I ask horrible questions.

"Of course, I'm gonna need your help. Work well for the reward."

That's right.

Damn it.

Oh, shit. I have a bad feeling about it.

A hunch at a time like this mostly hits me.

I'm sure when he comes to my dungeon, something isn't going to happen again.

I scratched my head with me.

"Well, Earth, I told you about me. Maybe it's time you told me about you."

Elibel, look here again.