The twelve Saints and Sages surrounded the Demon Lord “Poison Mimic.”
This boss monster, despite being unnaturally gigantic, was disguised as a treasure chest. This meant it wouldn’t move unless attacked, allowing for a guaranteed first strike.
“Um, will everything really be alright?”
A Saint, wearing a gray ribbon and looking rather unlucky, asked. I think her group was called the “Hotahota-kyō,” if I remembered correctly.
“I don’t know, but with twelve of us, we should manage.”
“This is the boss room. You came here knowing the risks, right? Steel yourselves.”
“Yes, I understand… After all, I am unfortunate.”
Perhaps resigned by Nina’s words, she readied her staff.
A silence fell upon the boss room, then the Berserk Sword, acting as a signal, was raised high above Nina’s head… and brought down!
“DIAL LOCK!”
Yes, a low-level Sage magic to lock a chest.
I had suggested it might even work on a mimic that could also function as a treasure chest after death, but what then?!
*Click!*
“One is caught!”
“That’s me!”
Clarice set her dial! The Poison Mimic began to thrash, but it couldn’t open its mouth!
“Now! Everyone, charge!”
“Ooooooh!”
Led by Nina, who had given the command, everyone attacked!
At this point, all they could do was try to crush it with its huge body. It charged at them relentlessly, but Karna and the other Tanks, along with magic defense barriers, endured the onslaught while attacking from all sides! It was a great advantage that they could defend against the most troublesome magic, status ailments, and instant death skills.
(I never thought it would go this smoothly…)
I recalled the party meeting after two doors had appeared. According to Clarice, the current boss, “Poison Mimic,” had various types of magic breath attacks from its mouth, in addition to its diverse spells. In particular, its “Death Breath,” which afflicted an enemy with a 10% chance of immediate death, was almost impossible to defend against. Furthermore, since the breath attack wasn’t magic, my Hero Magic, “Silent Venus,” was apparently useless against it.
(That’s when I remembered.)
Yes, it was from an incident previously with the Derus Flyers. When the Magician Mijuki, my Older Sister, was running out of magic power, the Cleric Frau had said something.
“A regular Fire spell is fine, cast it.”
“Eh? But, I have enough magic power, but it’s just Fire, right?”
“Just do it! Even a low-level magic can be effective if the caster’s level is high enough!”
…I never imagined that would be useful in this situation.
“Alright, flank them! Don’t let them recover while running away!”
The party was giving surprisingly precise orders. Were they the members of the Makyō-kyō? Even without their prized Summoner, they were directing people as if commanding summons.
“Mimics are relatively weak to magic! Let’s go all out until our magic power runs out! Oh my, did I say ‘go all out’? How scandalous!”
The mature women continuously unleashed attack magic from the back without holding back. They all claimed to be from the “Seventeen Forever-kyō,” and indeed, were seventeen years old in spirit. Though frankly, they looked around forty.
“Alright! Now is the time to unleash the ancient weapons of our Segamantai-kyō!”
Oh, the Hero had pulled out many mysterious blue boxes from his Item Box! They were hard and flat, with several buttons on them. Wondering how to use them, he suddenly threw them all at the Poison Mimic!
“Take this! Our ancient weapon, Puri-x-dia!”
“I don’t know what it is, but it’s the ancient artifact Puri-x-dia!”
“It hurts when it hits! But it’s easy to throw! Alright, Puri-x-dia is working!”
“Hey, who just threw a Pi-x-mark?!”
Were the white boxes not supposed to be thrown? The Poison Mimic, its special attacks completely sealed by its mouth being covered, still seemed to have bottomless HP and was surprisingly agile, evading with huge leaps whenever cornered. The party members who engaged it with spears could be identified by their war cries.
“Ukyo! Ukyokyokyo-!”
“Kyokyokyokyo, Ukyokyokyo-!”
“U-kyo! U-kyo! U-kyo-kyou-kyou-kyuuuuu—!”
“Kyokyo, ah, my magic is low, I need a Potion.”
Just as they faltered, someone from another group quickly tossed something into its mouth.
“It’s a Potion in the shape of a candy. Please recover with this.”
“Thank you, Yūha Mikaku-kyō! Ukyokyokyo—!!”
Ah, that group wasn’t fighting on the front lines but was dedicated to healing with Items. Just then, I noticed a party positioned near the walls, just observing the battle. Who were they…?
“Alright, you must all be tired. Give us just four minutes! For these four minutes, we will attackConcentrate our attacks solely on it. In those four minutes, please regroup!”
A cool Swordsman nodded to the Saint of the Shifun-kyō. It would be greatly appreciated by the front lines. They quickly retreated, and the Shifun-kyō alone began to handle the situation.
“Fuu, how grateful.”
“Ah, Nina! Here’s a Potion.”
“Thanks. But isn’t it too tough? That Poison Mimic is acting strange.”
Certainly, with this many people attacking with both physical and magical attacks… Is there some secret about it? I stared intently at the Poison Mimic, while Nina looked around at those taking their four-minute break… and then!
“It’s you! Just Colors! Hey, he was healing the Demon Lord!”
A suspicious man, whose entire body glowed red as he quickly hid his Cleric’s staff behind his back!
“Ah! You’re from the Hakurai-kyō!”
Someone shouted, and he tried to escape, but since it was the boss room, he had nowhere to go! So, a rival from one of the Five Great Religions had infiltrated and was causing interference!
“We will handle this person unhappily, so everyone else, hurry.”
“Waaah, stop it, waaaah!!”
The Hotahota-kyō members surrounded him and were doing something. I was a little curious, but I couldn’t afford to be distracted. Four minutes had passed, so I also drew my Adamantite Sword and joined Nina in attacking the Demon Lord!
“Alright, just a little more!”
“Hey, something’s glowing! …The dial!”
“A lie?! He’s trying to deactivate the Dial Lock magic himself…?”
A four-digit number appeared on the Poison Mimic, and the numbers began to spin! Perhaps it was because it was near death, summoning its last strength and the magic power within its body, it was about to open its mouth! Before that could happen, everyone launched a final barrage of attacks… Various weapons and magic concentrated fire…
Finally, finally, the moment arrived!
“Hyaaaaaaah!”
A Saint, who had climbed onto the Poison Mimic, thrust the pointed end of her staff into it and cast a spell!
“HOLY INTEGRATE!!”
As the high-level Sage attack magic erupted, it was the finishing blow. The Poison Mimic shattered into pieces! A large amount of Magic Stones, gems, and Items gushed out from within! We did it! We finally did it!!
“Ah, I leveled up.”
“Me too!”
“And me!”
“I think I leveled up four or five times!”
Not just me, but everyone! The Saint who delivered the final blow was buried under the debris of the Poison Mimic. Amidst the great cheers, I pulled her out and saved her. Yes, even with my height, I could do it.
“Thank you for the final blow! Um, you were from…?”
“Me? I’m Mels, a Saint from the ‘Pants-for-Four-Days-Inside-Out-and-Backwards-Kyō’!”
Ugh, that sounds smelly!
