Chapter 551 – Dungeon and the Person Who Years for It

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Cleon and Amelia pass through the fence and enter the canyon.

The canyon they are heading to has no name attached, but its structure is a bit different from other canyons, so the end is blocked.

There was a huge mountain of rocks behind it, and you couldn’t get over it unless you climbed the cliff.

The dungeon they were heading to had an entrance at the bottom of the cliff, so it was natural to know that the inside of the rocky mountain was a dungeon.

According to Aaron’s story, it was her ancestors who created this.

So, since they are from the desert country ruled by the Sun King, if you recall the ancient tombs you saw there, it would be nothing to carve out the inside of a mountain to make a structure.

However, what they were trying to create was an archive, and turning it into a dungeon was not the result they were hoping for.

Seeing as Aaron didn’t talk about what went wrong, it’s likely that even the clan failed to figure out the cause-

The reason may be that it was the kind of thing that could not be recorded.

Perhaps, thinking that during the journey she had been on so far, she might have a hint close to the answer, her mind to calmly roll her head was Cleon like a chimney.

Still, his breathing, her was a little steep, his head was spinning, and his heart was beating fast.

Fatigue, as if constantly sprinting.

However, in a situation where she can’t even fall asleep, she comes to think that maybe fainting might be the answer.

However, such fragile thoughts are erased by the sound of Amelia’s footsteps her carefully walking beside him.

With her first dungeon in front of her, looking at her nervous expression her, Cleon opened her mouth.

“It’s going to be okay, Amelia. There are no monsters inside. If you understand the alien space inside, there shouldn’t be any big danger.”

“Another world dungeon… What kind of structure is it?”

When Amelia hears Cleon’s words and asks such a question, Cleon tells her exactly what she had heard from Sophia before.

“A dungeon is a kind of magical creature. Among ancient magic tools, there are those with self-consciousness, but a dungeon is a form of a huge structure.”

“Dungeons are living structures. I’ve read about them in books too.”

Watching her study hard, Cleon nods her head.

“Yes, that’s right. So, everything inside the dungeon is like the internal organs of a creature called ‘dungeon.’ , All of them are created from the core of the dungeon. The core is again supplied with magical energy from the spirit vein.”

Conversely, the monsters appearing there are, so to speak, a kind of ‘immune system’.

The core of the dungeon is created by imitating them with magical power using the ‘information of monsters’ you have.

So, to be precise, the monsters that appear infinitely within the dungeon are not real creatures, but are no different from fakes created by the dungeon.

That’s why monsters keep appearing in dungeons, and it’s also why treasure chests that have disappeared reappear.

“Like humans and other animals get various diseases. There are various conditions in dungeons. Among them, being ‘out of the world’ means that the structure of the dungeon is unstable. The inside of the dungeon is shaking so badly that various physics laws in the real world are out of whack… In short, it’s a little dizzy.”

“Indeed…!”

“Hey. Is it okay if we go into a place like that together? I don’t like not being able to come out…”

Unlike Amelia, who nods in understanding at Cleon’s explanation, Schrödinger sticks his face out of her pocket while complaining.

The guy flaps his wings and flies up, right on top of Cleon’s head.

“…Are there times when you can’t come out?”

When Amelia turns around and asks Cleon, as if a little uneasy about Schrödinger’s words, Cleon shuts her mouth for a moment before answering.

“If the inside of a different world dungeon fluctuates, there are cases where the path through which you have passed is blocked. Thanks to that, there are times when you get lost and have to find a way out.”

“Then you get lost and can’t come out…!?”

Amelia flinches and trembles when Schrödinger speaks in an eerie voice on purpose to frighten her.

However, when Cleon, who grabbed such a Schrödinger with his hands her, pressed it with both hands as if crushing it, Gyaaaaagh, Schrödinger screamed.

“Don’t worry. In preparation for such a case, it’s normal to take a spellbook for escape when entering a dungeon. It’s quite expensive, but it’s better than losing your life.”

Or should she take a wizard who can cast such a spell, Cleon added, and Amelia’s expression brightened as if she was a little relieved.

“Then did you bring the order book for Cleon?”

When Amelia, who had no doubts that she was Cleon, a well-prepared professional adventurer, had made her preparations to explore the dungeon perfectly, when Amelia asked, Cleon smiled at her and looked back at her and answered her.

“No.”

──

“…”

“…”

Amelia was looking at him with her smile on her face, unable to change her expression her in time.

And Cleon looked at her with her still smiling face-

“Uh, what should I do!? Going back now and bringing the order book for the portal…!”

Amelia fidgets as embarrassment fills her face her.

But then, the unpleasant sound of laughter rang in her head again.

[After. After. After. Huh… This is a chance… Me.]

[You’ve come out, another me who doesn’t say anything when it’s important…!]

In her head her, I saw her sitting in her chair, pretending to adjust her glasses her.

[Think carefully. An enclosed space like a dungeon. And a situation where you can’t escape from there. Isn’t it a very good environment to close the distance at once? On top of that, if you add the urgent situation that you can’t escape. Now, this is a ‘great chance that no one can tackle even if you confess your feelings before you die’.]

As she listened to her story her, Amelia shut her mouth for a moment, dumbfounded.

[But then, since you really can’t escape, shouldn’t you have to stay inside…?]

[…That…]

[…Isn’t it my divided consciousness that is really strong in love…?]

[…

[Wait, answer and go!]

Even while the meeting in her head her is progressing at a high speed like that, Cleon, who was watching her bewildered, burst into laughter.

Then, at the sound of laughter, Amelia looked at Cleon with ‘Ehh?’.

“Don’t worry, Amelia. Even if you don’t have the spellbook for the portal, the power to ‘leap through space’ is here.”

As Cleon said that, what he saw was the ‘Holy Sword’among the two swords hanging from his waist.

In other words, it was Caliburn, a holy sword that could cut through dimensions.

[Yeah~i☆]

Caliburn’s relaxed voice, which only Cleon and Caliburn can hear, was heard.

“If you use Caliburn, you can escape from within the dungeon even if you don’t have the Order of the Dimensional Gate. The reverse is a bit difficult, though.”

“If it’s the other way around… You mean going inside the dungeon from the outside?”

“Yes. If you forcibly squeeze into an unstable dungeon, such as a place that has become alien, there is a possibility that you will be caught in the middle gap and thrown into the gap in another dimension.”

At the mention of a gap in another dimension, Amelia felt a slight goose run down her spine.

Naturally, he remembered what had happened after flying there with Cleon.

“Eh. Then… You mean it’s okay to be in the sun when you come out? If you have the power of Caliburn…”

“Ah- that’s… A little different case.”

Cleon speaks again, scratching her head at Amelia’s words her.

“The opening and closing of the entrance to a dungeon is not simply the opening of a physical doorway. It is a ‘conceptual’ thing. You can’t pass through that wall simply by jumping over the physical distance. That’s why. Going in and out while the moon is up is a rule that must be followed even with Caliburn.”

“…A dungeon is a place where so many rules apply…”

When Amelia looked a bit fed up while admiring the depths of the dungeon, Cleon smiled bitterly at her.

“Originally… Adventurers consider exploring such dungeons as the flower of adventure. That’s why dungeons are basically dangerous places with high difficulty.”

“Okay…”

“There are many dungeons on this continent that have not yet been conquered by anyone. If there is an adventurer who is the first to clear such a dungeon, he can become a legend whose name will be recorded in the history books.”

“… His name in the history books…”

When Amelia heard Cleon’s story, her first thought her was that if her name was her were to be recorded in history books, she would surely be recorded as a ‘nephew of a traitor, a confined princess, and at the same time a black crystal witch’.

But she soon shakes her head.

“Cleon, if everything goes smoothly—”

Just like that, the moment she was about to talk about her own dream of her.

As if Cleon noticed something, he stopped his feet on her and looked forward, and Amelia had no choice but to follow him and stop there.

And, naturally, when she turns her head in the direction Cleon is looking-

Looking at the figure standing there, Cleon and Amelia couldn’t help but keep their mouths shut.

“──Lesia…?”

A girl wearing pure white armor, fluttering her long blonde hair, and holding a blade split into seven in her hand her.

However, that figure makes her feel a bit younger than the Lesia that Cleon knew.

When you remember that her aging her has slowed down since she drew her holy sword, and that she has become an almost inelastic being, it is only natural that she looks the same.

It feels like that, the atmosphere she carries on her face her-

It’s not the Lesia of ‘the days when she cut down on her own lifespan’ because she was ‘suppressed by her excessive strength of her’.

This is Lecia from ‘the days when she went on adventures with her friends she purely to save people’.

In other words- the appearance of Lesia, the closest to the ‘nuclear plant’.

With her back she turned, she could see that she was staring at the entrance of the dungeon made of black steel that had come right in front of her.

The body of her was translucent, and the transparency increased as she reached her feet of her, telling her that it was an illusion.

“Amelia. It’s not only visible to me, is it?”

“Yes… I can see it too. But… Is this, an illusion?”

Cleon is relieved that he is not the only one watching, and nods to Amelia’s question.

“Yeah… Apparently, this dungeon seems to know that we are her acquaintances. Besides- the fact that it exerts such an influence even outside means that something with quite powerful power is stored inside.”

While Cleon spoke like that, he waited for a moment to see what kind of action the vision in front of him would take-

Lesia’s vision her shows the action of driving the Cala de Bolg she was holding into the ground.

Then, she rummages through her bag and pulls out an old scroll of her something of her.

Is it something like a magic scroll?

While Cleon and Amelia looked at it with bated breath.

[Uh, what? Isn’t it here? Obviously, I moved after looking at the map… But at some point I got separated from everyone… Uh…]

“…”

At the bewildered sound that came out of her mouth, the two of them couldn’t help but shut their mouths in embarrassment.

[Ugh… It’s starting to get cold because it’s night, so I’ll have to go inside and avoid the wind a little…

Hearing such a story, Cleon suddenly recalls a story he heard in his childhood.

It must have been when Lesia was going out alone for work.

As it dried up, Sophia, who at least told her to take Luti with her, sighed.

“But Lecia should be grateful to Luti. Her ability to lose her way is enough to twist her cause and effect her. She arrives in a slightly unfamiliar place, how does she disappear as soon as you take her eyes off her?” ?”

“Yo, that’s not the case these days… I can see the map properly.”

“Cleon. Don’t be like Lesia. It’s absurd to think of the first time we met. It’s to the point that I looked at the map upside down and traveled to the Mage Tower where I used to live, which I wouldn’t be able to find normally.”

After thinking about that, it was to completely remember that the hero, Lesia, was in fact a hopeless gilchi.

“…Uh… Cleon?”

“Yeah. That… Lesia’s record is correct. Probably, without distortion, it happened purely in the past.”

Somewhere, Cleon speaks apologetically to Amelia, who seems to be shattering her illusions about Lecia.

In the meantime, Lesia, shaking her body, pulls out the collar de bolg that she had roughly planted in her ground and approaches her door.

OK-

Profit. While making a sound, the huge door of the dungeon that had been firmly closed opened on both sides.

It wasn’t an illusion, it was something that happened in real life, so Amelia and Cleon couldn’t help but look surprised.

[Opened!]

“Is illusion and reality interlocking…”

After gazing at Lesia’s delighted welcome her, Cleon nodded knowingly and turned to Amelia.

“Let’s go, Amelia. It’s probably safest to follow Lesia.”

“…That’s right. Lecia-sama is the only one who cleared this dungeon. I’m sure this illusion will tell us the way we should advance in the dungeon.”

After Amelia nodded as if to answer Cleon, she clung to Cleon, who followed Lesia, and walked away, being careful not to fall.

And- after following Lecia inside, a dark space surrounds her.

All I could feel was the thick, heavy air and the sound of the wind blowing.

Lecia cautiously uses her her holy sword her, Cala de Bolg, instead of a torch.

She is a warrior who uses the strongest holy sword as a torch, and her image is gradually collapsing, but the light she creates does not seem to apply in reality.

Seeing this, Cleon lifts the small magic lantern hanging from his waist her and injects magic into it.

Then, the light illuminated the surroundings, illuminating the walls, ceiling, and floor.

The shadows stretched out, and various letters were written on the wall.

The letters were similar to those seen in the temples of the desert kingdom before, not the letters of the East.

The problem was that I couldn’t read it.

“…Finally, we’ve entered the dungeon.”

“…Ah.”

While Cleon gave Amelia a short answer, he was about to look at Lesia’s next move her.

The door slams shut with a ‘thud’.

[Wow…!?]

A vivid reaction as if Lecia, who was in front of them right now, was really there.

Lecia looked back at her as if surprised by the door being closed-

And then, Lesia and Cleon meet her eyes her.

Obviously, she could n’t see her own figure in her gaze of her, but she was closer than any other Lesia-related illusions or mediums she had seen before.

Even approaching her right away, she reached out her hand her to her and the thought of wanting to touch her made his heart tremble with her pounding.

I shake my head because I know better than anyone that there is no meaning to it.

[The dungeon’s automatic door is amazing… By the way, what kind of place is this dungeon…]

‘Come to think of it, Beauty Painter said that Lesia visited this dungeon to find information about reincarnated people…’

Looking at Cleon’s reaction, no matter how much he thought about it, Lesia found this dungeon ‘by chance’.

In other words, the reason Lesia reached this place was not by her will–destiny… Or coincidence.

It’s not possible that Beauty Painter didn’t think that Lesia would have accidentally explored such a dungeon.

[…Yes. Even if I’m here anyway, I have to wait until morning to meet everyone. In the meantime, let’s explore this place!]

Saying that, Lesia started to walk in front of her while twirling her arms around.

Seeing Lesia like that, Amelia quietly cherished her words her…

“How should I say… Lesia-sama, too, was quite… That… Lived freely.”

“There’s no need to deliberately cover it up… Lesia at the time lived a little carelessly…”

Cleon, too, was worried about sparing his words of her, but he began to follow the object of his longing her while making a bitter face on her.

When the sound of their footsteps disappears behind the illusion-

Where the two were just before, a woman appeared as if there was a noise.

“…”

She doesn’t say anything, doesn’t show any will, just keeps her eyes fixed on Cleon and Amelia.

She remained in the form of Nemea, she stood there for a moment, and then, just as she appeared, she disappeared with the noise.