52. Namgisa of the Iron Spear (1)

“That means… Are you saying you will go up to the capital where the princess’s coming-of-age ceremony will be held with Shione-sama?”

“Yes. We will have everything ready to go within a week.”

“… Okay.”

Hearing that there is only a week left to rest comfortably at the mansion, he begins to lose his energy.

After my arm was injured, I was able to rest a little more comfortably, but that didn’t even last a few days.

I’ve already heard that there will be a long-distance outing again.

What is the real Sione? Why don’t we just run away from here?

“Shione will be notified later, at an appropriate time, so please wait quietly.”

“I will.”

With Ainel, the coming-of-age ceremony of the princess in the future and what to do at the capital.

And he unilaterally said things I should keep in mind in the future.

Everything I had to do in the capital that Ainel ordered me to do was troublesome and cumbersome.

“… Can I accompany you to the princess’ coming-of-age ceremony?”

“He is not just an ordinary servant, he is Cianella’s attendant. You don’t have to worry about that.”

At the coming-of-age ceremony, all I was asked to do were things that were extremely burdensome and nerve-wracking.

I wonder if Shione, who talked about breaking up with her fiancé without hesitation, will be able to have a normal conversation.

Descendants of other noble families.

That’s also helping me to talk with the children of the Count and Marquess families.

Shione, who reacts unnecessarily and sharply unless it’s me and Siabelle, is probably making a mistake.

Maybe it’s because of Sione that sparks are flying even to me. Afraid and afraid

After the story with Ainel was over, she issued a congratulatory order without regret.

The moment she quickly lowered her head, got out of her seat, and turned the doorknob.

Ainel’s relaxed voice came from behind.

“Take care of Sione.”

“Leave it to me.”

“I’ll swear on mana later. If you find a wizard, I’ll call you.”

“… All right.”

I nodded at Ainel’s words.

Oath of Mana.

Most of the time, even on Earth, when writing important contracts, mages used to swear an oath of mana as mediators.

Even if her actions are enforced by her oath.

I won’t betray Shione anyway. She never betrays Cianella, etc.

There would be no problem as long as we made an oath on things we had no intention of betraying in the first place, so I roughly accepted Ainel’s words and went outside.

After walking outside Ainel’s office and walking for a while, I was able to breathe a sigh of relief.

“Haa… ….”

Jin is gone.

It’s like being suddenly caught by Ainel and taken to the office for interrogation.

A sharp blade was even placed in front of his neck.

It is natural to be tired.

Fortunately, that is.

It is said that there is a small reward as a comfort.

I checked the quests that should have been completed.

[The quest has been completed.]

[Your physical abilities will increase slightly.]

“It’s fine.”

As per the contents of the quest I saw, my physical ability increased.

However, it didn’t rise that much, so I didn’t feel much of it.

A little more refreshing and energetic than usual.

It’s not that big of a difference, but it’s still better to have it than not have it.

I tried to shake off the fatigue with that thought.

The status window was still in my field of vision.

[Ainel Cianella has started to take an interest in you.]

[The mana recovery ability increases.]

“Huh? Mana recovery ability?”

Nothing else, but the mana recovery ability increases?

I rubbed my eyes and checked the status window again.

This is a dream.

As if I hadn’t seen anything wrong, the status window was still indicating that my mana recovery ability had increased.

“Wow.”

An exclamation leaked out of his mouth.

Increased mana recovery ability.

It was literally a pleasure.

What the increase in mana recovery means is simple.

The one that literally speeds up the filling of empty mana.

When entering mana exhaustion, it guarantees faster healing and fewer side effects than before.

If you use some magic, it is a very important ability for me, who will run out of mana.

“I saw the Sim.”

My mind, which had been tired from unexpected income, became clear.

At this rate, it would be nice to see Ainel well from now on.

While thinking that, I was going back to Shione’s room.

A word Ainel had said suddenly came to mind.

“The seventh slave of the iron bars… ….”

Hearing her words reminded her of the first time she met the child Nel behind the bars.

I lost myself in thoughts of the past for a while.

* * *

“Whoa…Let’s think about it. Think about it.”

I sat with my hips pressed against the cold floor.

Then I closed my eyes and slowly began to relive what I had been through.

‘Yes, I was definitely raiding an S-class dungeon.’

The type of dungeon is wave.

In a dungeon where monsters and demons poured in at regular intervals, he was fiercely shooting his bow and cutting down nearby enemies.

I continued to fight, fed up with the number of monsters on a different level than the A-class dungeons I usually go to.

‘I was able to break it enough.’

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It was very difficult, but I thought I could attack it enough.

To clear this S-class dungeon with a limit of 50 players.

Three S-class hunters and 47 top-notch A-class hunters gathered to form a raiding party.

Among the hunters with a population of 700 million, there were hunters in the top 500 who could not be called the best.

Even if it was an S-class dungeon, it would have been possible to clear it if it was easy.

And as I thought.

The raiding party attacked the dungeon by advancing up to the fourth wave out of a total of five waves.

‘Even though the devil is a bit of a nuisance. He could have been killed somehow.’

However, propaganda does not mean that there was no crisis.

Certain demons that appeared as wave boss monsters attacked us with various abilities.

However, the devil was able to be subdued somehow thanks to the S-class hunters taking the lead.

‘The attack was just around the corner… The fifth was the problem.’

But the fifth wave was different.

The number of monsters that were already high has doubled.

They were more powerful and cunning than normal individuals.

Not only that.

‘That demon that appeared last.’

Demons of the fifth wave.

That bastard was out of specification.

As soon as he appeared, the whole world was filled with strong demonic energy.

All of the monsters that were already difficult to deal with were all eroded by Magi, causing more seizures.

Many hunters lost their lives.

Then the devil hunted the most reliable S-class hunters.

Losing three S-class hunters in an instant, the raid team quickly disintegrated and collapsed.

When everyone died helplessly like that, only the last one survived.

Pretending to die anyway, he jumped out on his limbs and shot his last arrow at the devil.

The memory of being torn to death by the attacking monsters is so clear.

“A really long string.”

The result of checking again after opening my eyes.

I couldn’t die, so I was locked in a cage with some rags on.

Iron gruck. Iron gruck.

Even with shackles on his feet.

Looking at it again, this body was not originally mine.

Mana is the size of a mouse and this skinny body can’t be mine.

“What the hell is this all about?”

The situation was hardly understood.

Are you seeing an illusion right before I die? Or let’s roll our heads whether we came to the afterlife or not.

The status window appeared.

[I rode on the fate of a world that was destined to perish.]

[The world’s will to continue will lead you to a new destiny.]

Entering a world that is destined for destruction?

Will the world survive?

You have to tell an understandable story to listen.

I’m trying to understand this situation as much as I can while ignoring the status window that only says incomprehensible words.

Finally, the status window said what I wanted.

[Would you like to receive information for smooth adaptation?]

I agreed to the question in the status window.

Then, things began to permeate one by one about the memories of the owner of this body and the approximate identity of this world.

Regarding the memory of the owner of this unknown body, the recent big turning point in work and life is relatively clear.

And old things were dimly accepted.

And the information about this land where I live and stand is only permeated with very simple information.

I accepted it while chewing on the memory with a crumpled face.

The feeling of having my memories overwritten was not very pleasant, but I couldn’t help it.

I need this information to get a little bit of anything.

And as a result of receiving that information.

“…f*ck.”

I came to spit out a six-headed character.

Accepting the memories of the owner of this body, I came to know roughly how this place works.

Also, I found out that this is the old image of the S-class dungeon I was raiding.

When I deny reality in a situation that is not easily understood.

“Number 7, Ray. It’s lunchtime.”

A fat woman came up and put food inside her cage.

Hard bread in thin soup.

It was the meal that the original owner of this body, Ray, who was imprisoned in the seventh iron cage of the slave trader, ate every day.

Just watching, wondering how the hell to eat something so bad.

Growling.

This ship is clamoring for food again.

Because I know roughly what my situation is.

Sitting here, there is nothing to do, I picked up the bread that was placed in front of me.

“Haa… ….”

Following Ray’s memory, I skillfully dipped the soup into the bread and took a bite.

I thought as I chewed on the filthy hard bread.

My life. Even if it is twisted, it seems too twisted.