BLADE & BASTARD: Return of The Hrathnir Volume 3 [Parts 1 to 8] by Kumo Kagyu

Author:Kumo Kagyu
Language: eng
Format: epub

Chapter 4: Greater Demon

“Things have kinda changed, huh?”

“Huh?”

“I mean, in Scale... No, in here, I guess.”

In the darkness of the dungeon, the All-Stars were listening to Moradin prattle on.

The burial chamber was heavy with the stench of death. For the top adventurers in Scale—those who’d made the most progress toward clearing the dungeon—burial chambers posed little threat. At least, for the moment. All six adventurers were aware that the situation could change in the blink of an eye.

It wasn’t just monsters they had to be wary of—the dungeon had plenty of other dangers too.

Like, for example, the traps placed in treasure chests. Within the All-Stars, only Moradin could deal with them. Well, technically Hawkwind could disarm them as well, but the black-clad man left the task to the rhea’s deft fingers.

The battle had ended. Moradin was facing the treasure chest. The other five had nothing to do. They could keep a watchful eye on the area, or they could listen to Moradin talk—that was about it.

Right now, the diminutive thief held all of their fates in his little hands.

“Could you be more specific, Moradin?” muttered High Priest Tuck, who was currently checking everyone’s injuries. “You’re not giving us much to go off of.”

“You say that, but it’s not like I’m able to put my finger on it either. Not precisely, anyway.” Moradin probed the chest noisily and continued his vague muttering. “It’s just different. Like something in the wind or a change of the tide. Until now, our exploration just seemed to go on forever, but...”

“Yeah.” Sezmar nodded, his dragon helmet bobbing in the dungeon’s gloom. “I sort of get what you’re saying.” The bighearted fighter let out a gregarious laugh that made the shoulder guards of his armor shake. “It’s been one thing after another lately. First the Monster Allocation Center, and then the red dragon. It’s been fun.”

“Not for me, it hasn’t,” said Sarah. She arched an eyebrow in dissatisfaction and pursed her lips. “I want to master my spellcraft, not become the subject of heroic ballads.”

“You’re a beautiful elf, Sarah, but you’ll never get a man by acting all sanctimonious.”

“Moradin, I’ll kick you for that later,” she shot back. Her irritation made her ears stand upright.

The rhea snickered to himself. “Oops.”

Despite Sarah’s grumbling, she decided to save their squabbling for later. This was out of consideration for Moradin’s current predicament—she didn’t want to interrupt him while he was opening the chest.

“Well, what does the wise Prospero have to say about this?”

“Don’t ask me. Fortune-telling is not my area of expertise.” Prospero, a mage who was popular with the ladies for his pretty face, shook his head and let out a deep sigh. “But yes, there’s certainly been a...current, of sorts. It’s odd.”

Surprisingly, it was Sarah who agreed with that nebulous statement. “Yeah, you’re right.” She crouched down next to the treasure chest, resting her elbows on her knees and exhaling a world-weary sigh. “It started around the time Iarumas brought in Garbage-chan, huh?”

Her tone made it clear that it wasn’t Iarumas she was concerned about.

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