Goblin Slayer Side Story II: Dai Katana, Vol. 3 by Kumo Kagyu & lack

Author:Kumo Kagyu & lack [Kumo Kagyu & lack]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Yen On

It’s only natural to take a short rest after that. You draw a circle with holy water to keep monsters at bay, then each of you finds a place for yourself, relaxing in whatever manner you choose. You might be in the dungeon, you might be right in the middle of a chamber, but uninterrupted exploring is not a good idea. This is necessary.

How many times is it now—stopping for a rest in the dungeon like this?

What happened the first time you visited the first floor? You think about it, about how many times you’ve braved these depths since then. Over and over.

You mull the thought as you head to the corner where Half-Elf Scout is crouched. He’s positioned himself in front of the treasure chest that appeared as if from nowhere, working with his seven tools to break the lock. He told you to keep your distance—this is dangerous business, after all—but it’s SOP for you to station yourself nearby while he works.

“What, wonderin’ if we’re gonna find ourselves a magic weapon down here?” Half-Elf Scout asks, sparing you a glance as you come up beside him. “With our luck, we’ll get holy armor or a paladin’s cloak or something. Lotta good that’ll do us.”

But if you live to go home, you could sell it for a nice price.

“True enough,” Half-Elf Scout responds with a laugh.

Those particular items might not be of use to your party, but there’s always a chance that a magic sword might appear.

This time your words are half-serious. “Also true.” The scout nods, then adds almost in a whisper, “Hell, this is like a dream.”

Hoh, you breathe. How unusual, for him to give you any hint of his inner life. He’s always considerate of the other party members, always trying to do things for them.

You cross your arms and lean against the wall, indicating that you’re listening to your scout. If he wants to talk, he can talk. To listen is your job; at least, that’s what you think.

“Me, I was just a penniless scout,” he says. “A washed-up adventurer, or at least getting there.”

One wrong move and he would have been just a runner, he says, as his tools rattle in the lock.

You’re more than familiar with this scout’s skill by now—he would have made a very good runner.

“Naw, can’t think that way. I joined a party ’cause I felt like I had to, but it all sorta went to hell.”

He shrugs, a half grin on his face. There’s another rattle from the lock.

That must’ve been when he pissed off the wizard and wound up in a tree—you laugh, remembering how the two of you met. Maybe he stole that spell book and maybe he didn’t, but whatever, he ended up with a spell of bug attraction on him, up in a tree and hounded by bees.

You and your cousin were passing by on your way to the fortress city when he begged you for help.

“And now the likes of me is on the deepest floor of the Dungeon of the Dead.

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