"Those annoying things are even more troubleso than a ’Monster Feast.’"
Finn’s agreent gave Ais a chance to vent, and she had plenty of pent-up resentnt toward those lizardfolk.
"The Frozen World is covered in white all year round. It snows, it rains ice, sotis even chunks of frozen hail fall from the sky. Those creatures flatten themselves on the ground and mimic rocks. Once snow covers them, you can’t even tell that the little bump in the snow is actually one of them."
Ais’s voice was filled with such frustration that everyone clearly understood just how disgusting those Ice Lizardn were.
Finn ntally made a very large note: Ice Lizardn—extrely dangerous. They would have to be very careful of those revolting things during an expedition.
"Other than the Ice Lizardn, what about the Dragonfolk?"
At the ntion of Dragonfolk, Ais’s previously flat expression suddenly lit up—serious, focused, and alert.
"Dragonfolk are incredibly strong."
"Their bodies are covered in thick, solid scales. Even a first-class weapon can barely scratch them."
"They’re best at close combat. Their arms and legs are like Dragonkind claws that can tear through steel with ease. No armor is useful against them."
"Their strength is enormous—facing one felt like facing Gareth. Their speed is really fast too, comparable to Finn’s before he leveled up."
"When they get serious, the veins under their skin glow red, and their strength and speed increase even further. In that state, after taking a short breath, they can charge up a blast of dragon breath strong enough to lt super-hard tals."
"Oh, right. Teacher also said, ’A Dragonfolk’s scales naturally resist magic, blocking at least eighty percent of a spell’s power.’"
Another heavyweight monster—the Dragonfolk.
From Ais’s description alone, Finn and the others could already form a clear ntal picture. Even this simple explanation showed just how troubleso these creatures were.
Strength like Gareth.
Speed like Finn.
Even if the comparison was based on their pre-level-up selves, the absurdity of a Dragonfolk’s stats was obvious.
Physical attacks? Blocked by scales.
Magic? Scales block eighty percent of the power.
Add their overwhelming strength and terrifying speed, and it beca clear:
Gareth might not even catch up to them.
Finn could only scratch at them.
Riveria might not even have ti to cast a spell.
Finn could already imagine how completely disadvantaged they would be when facing a Dragonfolk.
"I see. No wonder there’s no ’Monster Feast’ after the 65th floor."
"Even one of those things is troubleso enough. Still, it looks like the Dungeon doesn’t spawn too many of them."
But Ais shook her head.
"No. Teacher said the number isn’t low. It’s just that most Dragonfolk are extrely proud and very territorial. They won’t allow any other Dragonfolk inside their domain."
"If another Dragonfolk enters their territory, they’ll even ignore Adventurers and go straight after their own kind."
"For real?"
Finn had truly never heard of such a thing.
Monsters fighting over territory wasn’t new, but Dragonfolk having such strong instincts and hostility toward their own kind was another matter entirely.
"Because every Dragonfolk has such intense territorial instincts, there can be at most four Dragonfolk on one floor."
That number really wasn’t high.
The deeper the Dungeon, the larger each floor beca.
And the 65th floor counted as deep within the Deep Floors—its total area was more than ten tis the size of Orario.
Within a space that large, having only four Dragonfolk was already considered very few.
"Finding the Dragonfolk on a floor isn’t easy either. They don’t stay in one place. But because of that, running into one isn’t that easy, either."
"So every ti we plan to challenge a Dragonfolk, most of the ti goes into searching for them."
"Especially with so many Ice Lizardn hiding in those snowdrifts."
The mont Ais ntioned those creatures again, she couldn’t help taking a deep breath.
"I see."
Dragonfolk were indeed a major threat in the Deep Floors, but their unique nature ant their numbers weren’t like ordinary monsters.
They were dangerous, yes—but since they didn’t gather in packs, their threat had a definite upper limit.
Finn ntally marked both species with large warning signs.
Dragonfolk were terrifying, but their numbers were few, and with their intense territorial instincts preventing any cooperation between them, their threat level had a natural cap.
Ice Lizardn, however, were a true nightmare for a large familia.
Skilled at hiding, good at backstabbing, proficient with various weapons, protected by thick scales, and even capable of using ice-like magic...
For a large Familia, Ice Lizardn were easily among the worst possible enemies.
Finn placed the threat level of "Ice Lizardn" above even "Dragonfolk."
"Ais, where’s Bell?"
"Teacher said he was going to bring Loki back."
"...So Loki really was over there?"
Finn wasn’t particularly surprised. No matter how he thought about it, the only place Loki could’ve gone was the Bell–Hestia Familia.
"Let Loki do whatever for now."
"With her gone for the mont, we can turn away the gods who stop by to visit. It also keeps her from suddenly jumping out when other gods co calling."
Honestly, Finn hoped Loki would stay away for as long as possible. In a few more months, once things quieted down, their side would have fewer problems to deal with.
"Finn, don’t make sound like so kind of cursed disaster."
The door suddenly flew open with a kick—the sa old scene—and in walked the sa familiar Loki. That kick alone scread, "I’m still as wild as ever."
Loki plopped down right next to Riveria without hesitation, her eyes filled with curiosity as she stared at Ais.
"Ais-tan, you’ve grown a lot in these three months."
Over the last three months, Loki had occasionally watched Bell’s training sessions out of boredom, so she had seen parts of Ais’s daily regin as well.
Loki was certain Ais had improved greatly. She just wasn’t sure whether Bell’s thods were actually effective.
"Alright, Riveria, get these three out. And bring a needle."
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