When I first faced a knight, everything was frozen except for my hearing.
The only thing visible was the scenery of the Burrow family, and my sense of touch and sll were completely nonfunctional.
So, when fighting the knight, I could focus solely on that battle.
Since I wasn’t used to fighting relying on hearing, I struggled at first, but the mont I adapted, I easily brought down the knight.
The following battles weren’t much different.
As soon as I entered a room, the door would close, and the battle would begin, where senses other than hearing were aningless.
However, there was one key difference.
As the battle progressed, a certain sll began to invade my nostrils.
It wasn’t the freshness of air.
It wasn’t the comfort of antique furniture.
It wasn’t the aroma of tea either.
The scent coming from the room was...
The sll of blood.
The unpleasant odor that wafted out when blood flowed from the human body filled the room.
Perhaps because of that sll.
Even when I should have been concentrating on the fight, the painful faces of the two knights kept flashing in my mind.
The line of corpses I had seen before entering the dungeon ca back to haunt .
At least it was fortunate that the ones attacking weren’t that strong.
I could knock them down easily even while distracted by other thoughts.
‘...Damn it. Seriously.’
When the battle ended and the frozen scenery of the mansion vanished, what lay before once again resembled human corpses.
The bodies of maids.
Black maid uniforms gradually stained with thick red, alongside a few bodies with faces so smashed they were unrecognizable.
I knew those were fake, but still, I couldn’t bear the feeling of my stomach turning.
‘If this keeps up, I might lose my voice from choking.’
After a while, while I rubbed my sore throat and tried to act calm, the old man spoke in a worried tone.
Ugh. Old man. Why are you so lacking in sense?
At tis like this, you should have retorted that it’s better to not have a voice.
It’s no wonder you lost all your won to your companions.
‘Yeah. I guess you would.’
In the next battle, Tariki played his tricks again.
This ti, the sense that erged was touch.
The sensation of a viscous liquid with every step I took.
The touch of powerless hands grabbing at my ankles.
The feeling of sothing desperately trying to block my path.
If it had only been touch, I could have ignored it.
However, that sensation was intertwined with the sll.
The sll of blood.
The sll of a person blocking my path.
The nauseating odor wafting from decaying corpses.
It drove insane.
Honestly, I considered it a miracle that I had been able to take down the monsters without any injuries.
If the monsters had been even a bit stronger, I would have already been lying on the ground, facing my fears.
After the battle ended.
Naturally, there were several corpses lying on the floor.
The scene was a ss, as if the protagonist of an action movie had passed through, making let out a hollow laugh.
What was curious was that I hadn’t felt any urge to vomit at that sight.
Was it that there was nothing left to regurgitate?
Maybe I had grown accustod to such scenes.
Either way, it wasn’t a bad thing.
Throwing up was quite a burdenso task.
Dragging my gaze away from the scene in the room, I forced my stiff legs to move upward.
After that, several more battles ensued.
Sotis on the stairs.
Sotis in a room.
Sotis in the hallway.
The monsters ambushed , taking advantage of the fact that my sight was compromised, and every ti the battle raged on, Tariki’s malice surrounded .
While fighting in the Burrow mansion, the ground beneath my feet was always a mire of blood.
The unidentified people lingering around constantly tried to hinder my movents.
The bizarre scents I could only experience in hell clung to my nose.
By the ti the battles ended, the area around always resembled a hellscape that had clearly been visited by a serial killer.
And every ti I passed through that scene, my steps beca heavier than before.
How long did this continue?
When I finally regained my senses, I found myself standing in front of the Burrow mansion's office.
"Have you arrived?"
Hoping desperately that this place was the boss room, the mont I opened the door, a voice echoed from the center of the room.
It was a face I hadn’t seen in a long ti.
An unnecessarily serious and pretentious middle schooler.
Tall, yet just tall with an empty head.
Tariki’s apostle.
Nakradr was seated at the desk in the office.
...Ah. More accurately, it should be called Nakradr's illusion. Since there’s no actual body there.
"How was the dungeon I carefully created for you? I would be delighted if you enjoyed it."
The mont I saw Nakradr, buried in his chair with a smile, blood rushed down my spine.
"Yeah♡ It was fun♡ Watching the creativity of a shut-in Evil God stuck in a hole was quite the sight♡"
So I spoke up first.
I didn’t know whether this was a trap prepared by Nakradr or not.
I didn’t even know if this was the real boss room.
It was hard to guess what kind of outco this provocation would bring.
But one thing was certain.
Seeing the frown on Nakradr’s forehead made it clear he was listening to my voice.
And if Nakradr was listening to my words, then Tariki was also paying attention to what I had to say.
That was enough.
I would think about the aftermath later.
Right now, it was more important to repay those bastards who tornted .
"Honestly, I had no expectations of you useless guys♡ One’s a shut-in Evil God who got beaten by a human and got stuck in a hole♡ The other’s an apostle who fled after being schooled while whining like a baby♡ Naturally, I thought you’d be pathetic♡"
"This girl right now..."
"Puhaha♡ But you exceeded my expectations?♡ You were so pathetic that it was actually fun!♡"
Halfway through, Nakradr tried to refute , but I pressed down with my voice.
With the aid of the sugaki skill, my voice was clearer than anyone else's.
No matter how loud you yelled, it was impossible to cut through this voice.
"With the delusional idea of tornting by stealing my senses like so psycho, since you can’t win face-to-face, you’re resorting to torturing my mind, huh?♡ You’re such a coward that even after doing this ridiculous crap, you still want to show your face and provoke !♡ So this is what it takes to beco a pathetic trash who imitates a scoundrel and follows it up with stupidity?♡ I’m seriously impressed!♡"
As Nakradr slamd his fist on the desk, he stood up, but there was no sound. He had no physical form.
"Why?♡ Why don’t you attack?♡ Ah~♡ You don’t have the confidence to win, do you?♡ This tiny and cute girl is scaring you, huh?♡ Right?♡"
"..."
"Puh♡ You coward!♡"
Ha. Why did you challenge verbally?
You’re just a sad excuse for a human who can only bully the weak.
How pathetic you are.
It was hard to bear Nakradr’s distorted face as he vanished without another word.
Hmm. Since there’s no retaliation, it seems this isn’t the real boss room. If it were sowhere prepared for a fight, he wouldn’t have been able to hold back from attacking after the provocation.
In the end, it felt like I had taken a futile step, but it was a good thing I ca here first. Watching that bastard Nakradr’s face crumple made feel much better.
After leaving the office, I stretched my body while sketching the layout of the Burrow mansion in my mind.
If this isn’t the boss room, then there’s only one place left.
I had no hesitation in my steps as I moved forward.
After countless battles, the picturesque scene of the Burrow family had long since collapsed.
There were no gaps in the blood and corpses-filled landscape, so there was no reason to move cautiously.
After moving quickly, I arrived at the place where Nakradr’s dungeon entrance had once been.
The room of the dead firstborn son of the Burrow family.
The mont I opened the door without hesitation, a adow appeared before .
A vast adow located behind the Burrow family’s territory.
In that expansive area, only two people were present.
One was a child who couldn’t have been older than ten.
The face of the boy wielding a slightly oversized wooden spear showed a glimpse of untainted innocence.
And facing that boy was clearly an adult who had already undergone the rites of passage.
The man, evading the boy’s effortless thrusts, offered praise and various advice, clearly showing affection toward the boy.
Since they were unfamiliar faces, it would be normal to be curious about their identities, but I had no interest in who they were.
As this place was set against the backdrop of the Burrow mansion.
And since I had opened the door to the room of the firstborn son of the Burrow family and stepped into the adow.
The identities of the two were already determined.
The small one was Jackal Burrow.
And the larger one was definitely the dead brother of Jackal.
Ah, so the mory of the brother is acting as the keystone of this dungeon, huh?
As expected, it’s typical for soone like a child who can’t live without their brother.
Letting out a chuckle, I prepared for battle.
Gripping my mace once more.
Tightening the strap on my shield.
Donning divinity upon my body.
Although there were more damaged parts than intact ones due to the rush here without a break.
It was fine.
If I could smash my fist into Jackal’s face, I could endure this level of penalty.
As I finished all the preparations I could make, the brothers of the Burrow family stopped their sparring.
Both of their gazes fixed on .
"Who goes there?"
With a wary look, the elder son of the Burrow family approached, while the frightened Jackal Burrow hid behind him.
Seeing their forms, I got a rough idea of what the boss battle would entail.
Considering the fact that this dungeon had tried to gnaw away at my sanity, it was obvious what kind of ending it was preparing.
"Answer !"
"Or what will you do?"♡
Let’s start by hitting them a bit.
Until the build-up inside releases a little.
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