BLADE & BASTARD: Dungeon Chronicle Volume 4 [Complete] by Kumo Kagyu

Author:Kumo Kagyu
Language: eng
Format: epub

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It did not begin to express itself again until much later, after they had finished camping.

“Huh...?”

The first to notice was the tall girl. She pitifully shrank into herself as she said, “Um, Garbage-chan...your sword...”

“Yap?”

“It’s...shining?”

The entire party stopped as she said this. Four people—no, three people, since the redheaded one didn’t care—of differing heights turned to look at one another.

“Sorry, I can’t see very well. Are you sure?” asked the rhea girl.

“Yeah... It’s faint, though...” the tall girl confirmed.

“What’d you say?” The boy scowled and let out an involuntary groan. Ignoring the young girl’s protests, he seized her by the scruff of the neck.

“Yap?! Yiiip?!”

The tall girl’s timid assertion proved true. Lo and behold, the blade of the sword hanging from the redheaded girl’s back was wreathed in a pale light. The sword did not know what caused its own blade to shine—it must have been crafted that way. But the meaning of that light was clear.

The pale radiance was a warning—it announced the approach of an enemy fit to slay!

“Something’s coming. Get ready!” the thief boy shouted. His voice was tense and shrill, but the speed of his reaction was praiseworthy. He must have instinctively understood the imminent danger.

“Grrrrr!”

With a deep growl, the girl seized the hilt of the sword on her back and fell into a fighting posture. Figures closing in on them through the miasma-filled gloom of the dungeon were illuminated by a beam of light from the blade.

Red bodies. Red. They were...

“Demons!” the rhea girl cried out—whether in fear or as a warning, it was hard to tell.

The four-armed, goat-headed fiend roared. This bizarre sound might have been in its infernal language, but in the material world, it was nothing but an odious curse.

These were wandering monsters.

Who could know the intentions of the one who’d placed these monsters in the dungeon? If they served as guardians, then it was only natural that some protected the burial chambers while others roamed the corridors.

“A lesser demon!” the tall girl hollered as she drew the Dragon Slayer.

If Hrathnir had possessed humanlike thoughts, it might have let out a sigh of admiration. To recognize an enemy’s true nature at first glance required either considerable experience...or a prior encounter. She had faced this monster before. And if she could draw her blade, having once battled such a fiend, then it meant she had emerged victorious from such an encounter.

Perhaps this girl had some actual combat experience.

However, just focusing on one enemy was not sufficient.

“There’s more coming!”

The rhea girl was desperately trying to put up a strong front, but there was an unmistakable shudder in her voice—fear. And who could blame her? To see a demon and not be afraid, one had to either be a great hero or a fool.

Behind the demon stood dark red figures—foreign priests in the service of the void. How many of those indistinguishable figures were there? Five? Or six?

“Seriously?” Sweat dripped down the boy’s face as he drew his dagger. As was always the case in the dungeon, they were outnumbered.

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