This time, I’ll be a bit serious.
Jiro Tanaka, age 28, single, no girlfriend.
Occupation: Dungeon Tester (Full-time employee) + Recruiter.
Magic Aptitude: 8 (General Class).
Position: Warrior.
“Ah, I had a dream I was almost killed by a mascot costume of a Super Sentai robot.”
“No, Senpai, that was reality.”
“Yeah.”
The first thing I said as soon as I woke up, looking at the white ceiling, was probably a statement born from a wish, but it was met with a retort from Kaido, who was lying in the next bed and had already woken up.
“I’ll ask just in case, but this isn’t hell, is it?”
“It’s very like you to not say it’s heaven. If hell had nurses, I might not mind going, but thankfully, both Senpai and I are alive.”
“I had a giant sword plunged into my gut… Crap, before I could feel relieved to be alive, I was surprised that I was no longer human.”
“What are you talking about?”
In response to Kaido’s exasperated voice, I laughed deliberately.
On the surface, we were having a meaningless conversation, as if nothing had happened. There was no spirit in our words. Both I and Kaido were searching for words, feeling compelled to say something out of inertia and sheer willpower.
“Ah, what about Katsu and Minami?”
“I don’t know. I just woke up myself a moment ago.”
“The clock… I can’t see it, so I don’t know what time it is either.”
“How long do you think we were unconscious?”
The room was bright, and this was the infirmary in the underground facility. Naturally, there were no windows. For now, the fact that we were alive here probably meant the other two were also safe. We needed to confirm their safety, buy there was no one to ask right now. I should get up from the bed and look for them, but even though my body didn’t hurt, I didn’t feel like moving it. The reason for that was something I’d suspected from the start.
“We almost died.”
“I’ve never experienced a feeling of my body being crushed before.”
“Don’t underestimate me. I’ve been blown up, and I’ve been stabbed before!”
I can’t believe that’s the kind of thing I’m saying. It’s not a boast of misfortune, nor a self-deprecating joke. Although it was a topic we’d been avoiding, I found myself able to speak about it quite easily.
“Kaido, what are you going to do?”
“…I don’t know. What about you, Senpai?”
It was a conversation with no explicit subjects, only nuances, but we both understood what the other meant. It was about continuing or quitting this job. In a way, this was a crossroads. Katsu and Minami, who had just started, had to witness such a scene, but for Kaido, this might be a well-timed trigger to determine whether he could continue this job or not.
“I’m going to continue.”
I don’t know if it will help him make his decision, but my resolve isn’t wavering much. I’d like to examine my own mental state for an hour – to be able to say something like this after nearly dying. Whether to quit or continue, it’s something everyone who works has thought about or said at least once. Given the circumstances, it’s a word that shouldn’t be easily dismissed. But the idea of quitting didn’t even cross my mind. One would think that means I’ll continue, but unfortunately, I’m not the type of person who’s so diligent about work.
“At least, until I turn that damn Golem into scrap.”
Well, the most immediate reason that comes to mind is personal vendetta. I refuse to just let it go after what happened.
“Ugh.”
“Hey, what’s with the ‘ugh’? I’m trying to talk seriously.”
“No, Senpai, look in the mirror. With that face right now, if you stood in front of the neighborhood kindergarteners, they’d call the police. Honestly, you looked like a yakuza.”
“…”
Was I always this aggressive? I instinctively reached for my face, but indeed, my face was smiling. I never intended to be a berserker, but it seems I can no longer say I’m not one. It’s not bad, but I’m shocked, to say the least.
“Hmm, then I won’t quit either.”
“You don’t have to go along with me.”
Without regard for my feelings, Kaido, after only a few seconds of thought, easily made his decision. Following someone is a common behavior for Japanese people, but this was a matter of life and death. This time, I wanted him to stick to his own will.
“No, seriously, if Senpai said he was quitting, I couldn’t stay behind alone, but if I’m with Senpai, I feel like I’ll be alright.”
There was no hesitation in my kouhai, who took his hand out from under the covers and smiled with a thumbs-up. This kouhai sometimes says embarrassing things with a straight face. I feel happy about that, but I don’t show it on my face.
“I see. If that’s what you’ve decided, then I have nothing more to say.”
I offer advice until they make their choice, but after that, I only offer words of encouragement, like pushing their back. If they’ve made their own decision, there’s even less need to say anything.
“A cigarette… wait, that’s impossible, isn’t it?”
Now that the future of Kaido and I has been decided, we need to confirm the intentions of the remaining two. For now, I reach for my usual spot in my chest pocket to take a smoke, but there are no cigarettes in the hospital gown, so my hand naturally comes up empty.
“This one?”
“Ah, thank you.”
I naturally reached for the cigarette offered and, using the fire from my fingertips as if it were a lighter, lit it.
“Wha-!? Supervisor Evia!?”
“You seem more energetic than I expected.”
I accepted it so naturally that I didn’t even realize who offered it. The person who offered it was Supervisor Evia, in her usual slacks. I was surprised by her sudden appearance, as if she hadn’t been there before.
“To think that after sleeping for three whole days, the first thing someone asks for is a cigarette.”
“Uh, should I put it out?”
“It’s fine.”
I scratch my head at the supervisor’s words, which are spoken with a look of exasperation. I’m aware that it’s not something one normally requests in an infirmary. So, feeling a bit guilty, I try to put it out, but since the supervisor gave permission, I decide to smoke it. I wasn’t particularly surprised by the casual mention of my sleeping for three days.
“You’re not surprised?”
“A giant metal object was sticking out of my gut, you know? It wouldn’t be strange to be unconscious for about ten years. Rather, three days is a bonus.”
“That’s right. I have multiple fractures all over my body, so it was a miracle I could even move,” I said.
“…”
Evia, the supervisor, saw our defiant attitudes and her usual sharp expression softened into a weary smile.
“I can’t believe those are the words of someone who was victimized.”
“We’ve already experienced hell.”
“I realized this time that suffering mentally is worse than physically.”
I never thought a day would come when my previous company’s death march experience would be useful.
I never thought I’d reach a point where I worked myself to the bone, my spirit wearing away, and started to fear not finding meaning in life while enduring a living hell, wishing they’d just kill me already.
Even as I think it now, looking back, my previous company was a terrifying environment. It’s rare to find a place that feels scarier than being physically threatened with death.
I could have won if I had sued.
“Are you guys masochists?”
“No, we’re not!”
Whether she knew what we were thinking or not, I denied the supervisor’s words as she lightly attacked us.
While our response might have led to such an assumption, I absolutely don’t want to be grouped with perverts who derive pleasure from pain.
Just because we were able to recover doesn’t mean the pain was fine.
Dying is still scary, and pain is still pain.
Kaido probably feels the same way.
“That’s regrettable.”
“No, don’t a say ‘regrettable’ with such a serious expression.”
“Senpai, I think I might actually be okay with being a masochist now.”
“Don’t rush into it, Kaido.”
No matter how beautiful or sadistic the supervisor might be, that’s a path from which there’s absolutely no return.
I calmly and quickly stopped Kaido.
“I thought I might have gained a subordinate, but oh well. Let’s get to the main topic.”
“That was close.”
“Subordinate.”
With Kaido prevented from becoming one of the supervisor’s subordinates, our small talk came to an end.
The supervisor, now in her work persona, bowed her head slightly.
“The cause of this misconduct is the negligence in management by the development department. It was a result of a lack of supervision and unplanned actions. The responsibility lies with that department. We will send someone to apologize later, but as the supervisor, I undoubtedly bear responsibility as well. Therefore, I would like to apologize to you first.”
Her bow was not like the shallow gesture of an executive seen on television press conferences.
She clearly stated the cause and expressed her sincere apologies.
“The department that caused the misconduct is rushing to investigate the cause. I promise in my name that there will be no such misconduct in the future. We will create an environment where you can confidently tackle dungeons from now on.”
The supervisor’s apology was clear and resonated in our ears.
“Senpai, this company is great, isn’t it? When a problem arises, the higher-ups actually take action. At my previous company, they wouldn’t have done anything and would have just yelled at us, scolding us endlessly like a greasy ramen with extra oil and back fat. It would have been like that even after it was resolved.”
“This isn’t the time to say that. Honestly, Supervisor, we feel the same as Kaido. If you can correct things so that this doesn’t happen again, we can work with peace of mind.”
“Is that so? I considered the worst-case scenario, which was to present the person in charge to you and leave the disciplinary action up to you… but, ah, I’m relieved.”
“Didn’t you almost say ‘regrettable’ just now?”
“It was your imagination, Kaido. Believe it was.”
While being left to decide the disciplinary action would have been problematic, showing such concrete action is appreciated.
Even if it’s an obvious act, putting it into action is surprisingly difficult.
When responsibility is involved, many superiors dislike this obvious course of action.
They tend to deflect problems and reduce any damage to themselves.
But this person accepted it directly.
And she clearly stated she would address it.
In fact, she said she was already addressing it.
For us, who in our previous environment had to clean up everyone’s messes, including our superiors’, this was more than enough to make us happy.
“I will inform you, Shiretoko Min and Tokorozawa Masaru, that you have regained consciousness. Jiro, it seems you’ve acquired some good talent. They visited you every day while you were unconscious.”
Was this supervisor trying to make me cry? While I felt bad for causing them worry, I was more buoyed by the fact that they were concerned about me.
Perhaps I’m not used to this kind of treatment because I didn’t have the luxury of worrying about such things at my previous company.
Kaido sniffled beside me in the next bed.
It seemed I wasn’t the only one feeling this emotion.
When I see those two, I think I’ll take them out for a good meal as an apology for making them worry.
“Additionally, it has been decided that compensation will be provided for this incident. The details will be determined in a meeting within the next few days, but it’s compensation for the delay in dungeon攻略 due to our circumstances. You can expect something substantial.”
“That’s a relief.”
“Oh, what could it be? Maybe some extra vacation days?”
“Don’t be an idiot.”
What good would extra vacation days be as work compensation?
Three days might seem short, but it’s a long time to make up for lost work.
While I don’t know what form the compensation will take, it’s greatly appreciated as an employee to have the company offer such support.
With the apology, the company’s response, and the post-incident handling, the conversation should be over.
While I’m curious about the outcome, I’ll look forward to it, albeit not in the same way Kaido might.
“…”
“Supervisor?”
However, the supervisor, who would normally end the conversation here and return to work without wasting time, didn’t seem to be doing so today.
Her expression as she stared at us hadn’t changed.
But she didn’t seem to be about to state her business either.
I tried to prompt her, but only silence was returned.
“Haa, Jiro.”
“Yes?”
This is unusual.
The supervisor seems troubled.
I’ve seen her maintain a calm expression, showing sharp gazes, exasperation, wry smiles, and even scorn, but this is the first time I’ve seen her look genuinely bewildered, someone who handles everything so adeptly.
“Your bodies are fine, right?”
“Huh? Yeah, I was in bed for three days, so my body’s a little stiff, but I don’t think there’s any problem.”
“Can you stand up? If the report that came to me is correct, your body should be fully healed.”
“I’ll try. …Looks like there’s no problem.”
As I stood up at his word, I swayed for a moment, but quickly regained my balance.
That sway felt like a dullness from my senses being dulled, so it was probably fine.
“Show me that you can walk.”
“Haa.”
It was an instruction like a doctor checking for any abnormalities in my body, but I wondered what the supervisor, who wasn’t a doctor, was trying to achieve with this.
Despite my doubts, I decided to walk for him.
“Do you feel anything unusual?”
“It feels a little heavy.”
“That’s a decrease in your status. Remember it.”
“Is that so? This is what it feels like.”
Did the supervisor want to teach me what it feels like when my physical abilities are lowered?
I don’t think so.
If that were the case, there would be no need for the supervisor to be so perplexed.
I also find it strange that Kaido, who suffered the same severe injury, isn’t here to confirm it with me.
“It seems like there’s no problem.”
“Yes… Supervisor, what exactly are you checking?”
For now, I nod because I don’t feel any discomfort, but I still don’t understand why this is happening.
I doubt that the treatment wasn’t successful, given the supervisor’s satisfied nod, but being made to move my body for no reason makes me uneasy.
“Jiro, change into this. No, that’s too much trouble. I’ll change you.”
“Wait, change me!?”
“Don’t move.”
Leaving my feelings aside, the supervisor didn’t stop and was about to change my clothes for me.
I tried to resist, as I have no desire to change in front of a woman of a certain age, especially with a male kouhai present, unless it’s in a hotel that’s rated R. However, with a single swing of his arm, my hospital gown was replaced with the men’s suit the supervisor had prepared.
There was no tie, but by the time socks and leather shoes were instantly put on, I was completely disoriented.
“Good.”
“What’s good? Are you giving me work now?”
My shoes were polished, and with some kind of magic, my hair was even styled.
I wanted the supervisor, who was scrutinizing me from head to toe, to finally tell me what he wanted me to do.
By this point, I understood that I wasn’t meant to lie down and rest, but to do some work.
But what exactly was I going to be made to do?
Given that I’m wearing a suit, I didn’t think it would involve tackling a Dungeon.
Based on my appearance, was it for sales?
“Ah, I have work for you. Go and comfort the fool.”
“Huh?”
I had expected to be given work, but the nature of the work was completely unexpected, making me even more unsure of what the supervisor wanted me to do.
“From now on, I will transfer you and the fool to the company’s facilities. I’m tired of that guy’s attitude, so you deal with him.”
“No, you want *me* to deal with him!? How?”
It seems the supervisor wants me to do something like counseling, but I’m at a loss being told to do it so suddenly.
When I asked the person who gave me the job for know-how, since I didn’t have any.
“I don’t know.”
I was curtly dismissed.
“You both need to rest today and tomorrow anyway. Human time is limited. Instead of wasting it by sleeping, use it efficiently.”
“No… I’m still recovering from an illness.”
“You there…”
“I’m not going to make you do anything too difficult. Stop whining and go already.”
He seemed to be concerned about my physical condition, but his actions and words didn’t match, leaving me completely bewildered.
I ignored the fact that Kaido was being treated carelessly.
It seems I’m supposed to be helping employees who are stressed, but isn’t that the supervisor’s job as their superior?
“Respond freely within the scope of your own responsibility.”
“Wha—!? You mean it’s completely—”
Before I could finish, the floor beneath my feet lit up, and in an instant, the scene changed, and I was dropped from a height of about one meter.
“Wha—!? …Where is this?”
I landed on my waist, but the surface below was softer than I expected. It was a bed, so the springs absorbed the shock, and I felt no pain at all.
“I thought I was getting used to the supervisor’s unreasonable demands, but when it’s done without any explanation, I can’t help but be frustrated.”
Due to the vast difference in our abilities, I’m not even playing defense; it’s a negotiation where there’s no concept of offense or defense.
Once my superior uses their ultimate move, “unreasonable demands and outright delegation,” I have no way to resist.
“…Is this a hotel?”
The lights are on, so I can see what kind of place this is.
There’s a TV, a small refrigerator, a large bed, and a stand. It’s a slightly spacious, but somewhat high-class hotel room.
“What am I supposed to do in a place like this? Supervisor, please give me some information.”
Fortunately, there’s an entrance, so I could go outside, but I can’t leave now when I’ve been indirectly told that someone is coming.
Looking at the clock by the bed, I see it’s 3 PM, but knowing the time doesn’t help. I can only sit on the bed and wait.
“Huh?”
However, the supervisor’s work seems to be fast at everything.
Without making the other party wait, a magic circle appears directly above me where I’m sitting. Ah, not to the side or behind, but directly above.
“…This position is”
“Kyaaa!?”
This happens a lot lately, but I wish I had a little more time to finish what I was saying.
Before I could even say “This is bad,” the voice of the person who appeared was a woman’s. Since this isn’t zero gravity, she’s naturally going to fall.
And directly below her is me.
“Whoa!?”
“!? ”
To avoid crashing our heads together, all I can do is catch her.
The person I made eye contact with for a moment managed to catch her safely.
*Squeeze, squish*
Ah, with just this sound, most people would probably guess how I caught her, but I’ll just say it was very soft and smelled very nice.
“Suella-san?”
“……”
My enhanced dynamic vision, thanks to the crest, allowed me to identify who I had caught.
Thanks to the demon’s machinations, I was now in a situation that, for a man, was a cause for joy.
Specifically, I was in a position where I was gazing into Suella-san’s eyes while she was in my arms.
……My heart was pounding so much that I didn’t have the luxury of enjoying the feel or scent!
But even in my flustered state, I knew this.
The end of a lucky perverted incident was usually a full-blown attack from the other party.
At the very least, I wouldn’t be treated with any mercy.
This is bad, my life is about to be declared dead.
I have to do something.
“Um, you see, this is…”
Hesitantly, I told myself to get a grip, and as I tried to conjure up an excuse, I decided to release my embrace.
Calm down, me. Take your time to assess the situation.
If I can do that, a solution will…”
“Nnnh”
Suella-san is crying. That’s it! Explanation over! I don’t understand anything!
As her lips pressed together, tears began to flow from her eyes.
Well, the explanation is finished, having erased all the previous context and process, but I have no idea what to do next.
*Squeeze*
Why are you hugging me now!?
I’m trying to get away from you here!?
Normally, you’d push me away and then have a choice between getting angry, embarrassed, complaining, or running away, wouldn’t you? But first, you’d pull away, right!?
It’s so soft!!
Though I can relax now that I won’t be hit.
It’s so soft!!
I’m saying it twice because it’s important!!
As a result, I’ve ended up holding Suella-san in a position that looks like I’m embracing her like she’s in a victory pose.
“Um, Suella-san, could you please let go for now?”
No, please don’t shake your head.
This situation is bad.
The supervisor probably orchestrated this situation, so there’s no chance of someone barging in halfway through, but that’s precisely what makes it bad.
If this continues, I…
“Nnnn…”
What am I doing?
The slight tremor transmitted from my palm as I touched her shoulder to push her away, and her arms weakly resisting my actions.
Suella-san is probably acting on instinct, her emotions running wild, and she doesn’t know what she’s doing.
I can’t just push her away like that.
“It’s alright.”
What I felt was her fear.
Honestly, I have no idea what’s alright, but just being told “it’s alright” by someone else makes me feel a little relieved.
I carefully and slowly embraced her again.
Normally, this would be an act that could lead to a sexual harassment lawsuit, but I hope you’ll overlook it this time.
“It’s alright, it’s alright.”
I gently patted her back as if comforting a child.
I don’t know why the usually upright and dignified she has become like this, but something must have happened.
For now, I’ll just stay like this until she calms down.
“Are you alright?”
“Yes.”
How long have we been like this? I can’t see a clock, so I don’t know, but I think a lot of time has passed.
Her tears haven’t stopped, but she’s probably managed to sort out her emotions.
Suella-san has finally calmed down enough to have a conversation.
The situation changed rapidly, with events unfolding one after another, but in the end, I just held her.
Still, if it brought her any comfort, I’m glad.
“I’m sorry.”
But crying until it’s over isn’t a convenient excuse.
This is where the real ordeal begins.
“Sorry for what?”
I asked gently, slowly, to her mumbled apology.
I think my voice came out softer than I usually speak.
“…I wasn’t in time, and I put you in danger.”
“……”
After a slight pause, her voice, when it came, was so weak it sounded like it could break.
I couldn’t tell her that it wasn’t her fault.
Saying “it’s not your fault” is meant to comfort someone by absolving them of responsibility, but for someone with a strong sense of responsibility, such words can sometimes be hard to believe.
They might doubt themselves, wondering if it’s really true or if they do bear some responsibility.
So I stayed silent, stroking her back, and waited for her to speak.
“…If only I had been a little faster, that wouldn’t have happened.”
To try and shoulder all the responsibility might be arrogance.
To say “if only” about the past might be dwelling on it.
But for her now, that’s what she needs.
“I was scared. Seeing you pierced by a sword and stop moving, something in me whispered that I might never speak to you or see your face again.”
She is probably stronger than I am.
It might be presumptuous for me, who has only lived for about thirty years, to say this, but Instructor Kio, Instructor Fushio, the Supervisor, the always cheerful Keiri-san, and Suella-san, who always stood so tall and dignified.
They have lived in a peaceful and prosperous Japan, experiencing things I can’t even imagine and they have come to be who they are now.
They are at war.
Suella, who has experienced conflict, probably feels closer to death than I do.
“I couldn’t think of any way to save you. I just… I just hated them. The ones who hurt you. If I had acted immediately, I should have moved to help you, but my mind went blank, and when it was over, I was holding you, covered in blood.”
She must have been prepared for that.
Prepared to lose someone close, someone by her side, or even herself.
But that doesn’t mean she’s okay with it.
“Even after hearing you were safe, I kept thinking about it. Couldn’t I have done more then? What if I hadn’t chosen you back then?”
For me, it was a fleeting three days, but for Suella-san, it must have been an incredibly long three days.
Many people probably offered her words of comfort.
I don’t know how she responded each time, whether she told herself it was alright and forced a smile, or thanked them and encouraged herself, but she continued to agonize, caught between her own questions and the words she received until I finally woke up.
“I’m tired of your attitude, so you handle it.”
The supervisor saw through Suella’s distress.
He knew that only I, the person involved, could lift the burden of responsibility she was carrying, or trying to carry, for my serious injuries.
That’s why he forcefully brought me to Suella as soon as I woke up.
But I don’t understand.
Why does Suella feel so responsible?
Although I only heard the general outline of this situation, the cause was with the development department, not Suella’s HR department.
Suella was only dispatched to handle the scandal in another department.
Unsure what to say without understanding, I felt her lift her face from my arms.
Our gazes met again.
And as I looked clearly at her face, I thought, “I shouldn’t be thinking this at a time like this.”
Her tear-stained eyes and her sorrowful face, I honestly thought they were beautiful.
I was captivated.
“I didn’t want to know.”
And then I learned.
“If it meant knowing the pain of losing you, I wish I hadn’t come to like you.”
“Like me?”
Her heart…
What did she just say?
Suella likes me?
I had heard that Dark Elves were a devoted clan.
But I never thought it would be directed at me.
I had convinced myself she was out of my league.
Ah, so that’s what you meant, supervisor.
You knew the reason when you told me to handle it, didn’t you?
“You’re free to handle it within your own responsibilities.”
That’s vague.
I’ve never heard such unclear encouragement.
The rest is up to you.
That’s what the supervisor meant to say.
It wasn’t a push, but a kick to the back, suiting the supervisor’s way of offering encouragement.
“To hell with it,” I thought. It’s just her and me here now.
Besides, trying to comfort her by using all sorts of words was wrong for me.
It might be old-fashioned, but men need guts.
If I fail, I fail.
“Jiro-san?”
I hugged her a little tighter.
“Please listen to me like this.”
Though we couldn’t see each other’s faces because of the embrace, I could convey my words to her clearly through our closeness.
“Thank you.”
“Eh?”
There’s no need for Suella to feel responsible.
With those feelings, I wished for my heart to reach her.
“Thank you for saving me.”
I sent her my gratitude.
“I, nnh”
It’s unreasonable to expect me to say cheesy lines.
I would if I could, but all I can do is blurt out my honest feelings.
This might not be my character, but I followed my feelings at that moment and hugged her.
Just expressing gratitude won’t stop Suella from blaming herself.
So, I sealed Suella’s mouth with a kiss.
And I wanted to convey.
To her, to Suella, my other feelings for her right now.
“Thank you for coming to like me.”
After a few seconds of kissing, I slowly uttered words of gratitude.
Suella, blinking her eyes repeatedly, must not have been able to process it all.
So, I wanted her to know.
“Suella, I like you.”
I conveyed my feelings, calling her by her name for the first time.
“Eh? Ah, eh?”
“You don’t believe me?”
“Ah, um, I…”
“It’s alright. I’ll wait until you calm down.”
Honestly, I’m quite confused too.
Even if some of it was swept away in the moment, my affection for her is genuine.
I poured it all out in that surge of emotion. I don’t know when I started liking her.
I realized it, or rather, in this case, it was more like I pulled up feelings I had suppressed thinking them impossible and prepared myself.
I think I fell for her when we first met, when she encouraged me countless times in that unfamiliar environment.
It’s simple of me, but that’s a good thing for me.
So, we stayed in each other’s embrace, like that, until we both calmed down.
Ah, my heart is pounding.
“Jiro-san.”
“Are you calm now?”
“Yes, um, this isn’t a dream, is it?”
Suella, no, Suella recovered from the situation faster.
“Yeah, it’s not a dream.”
“I can’t believe it.”
“How can I make you believe me?”
“…Again.”
“Hm?”
“Please say it again.”
I’m quite nervous too, but now that we’re here, I’ll do anything to grant her encore.
I slowly pulled away and looked clearly into her eyes.
“I like you, Suella.”
“Yes, I like you too, Jiro-san.”
The soft touch overlapped again.
Suella was afraid of losing me and was ridden with guilt.
When I woke up, a mixture of relief and fear caused her to lose control of her emotions.
Suella poured out what she had been holding inside.
I cherish her, showing me the fear of losing something precious that everyone possesses, exposing that fear.
As I slowly parted my lips, I saw her face.
It was a beautiful smile, like a single white flower blooming under the moonlight.
To that smile, I vow.
To become stronger.
I felt the foundation of the path I had vaguely aimed for solidify.
Jiro Tanaka, 28 years old, single, girlfriend: Suella Handelberg
Occupation: Dungeon Tester (Full-time Employee) + Recruiter
Magic Aptitude: 8 (General Class)
Rank: Warrior
Today’s Word:
From here on, it’s rated R.
I want to conclude the serious arc here!
Next time, since it’s a dungeon-themed story but I haven’t written dungeons recently, I want to focus on that.
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