The Mystery of the Sewers PAGE 2 I felt that Milka’s observations were correct. Well, if she was right, we would have to go to the scene in order to find proof. And we still didn’t know who was behind…
Preparing for the Journey PAGE 2 Well, these preparations were much the same as always. Restocking food and equipment. My hollow bag had been filled with orc fangs, which meant I had to reorganize a lot of things later. Currently,…
The Secret of the Missing People PAGE 2 My house was close to the palace. This meant that there were many mansions owned by powerful nobles in the area. Because of this, it was a safe neighborhood. There were officers…
After the Battle PAGE 2 A month has passed since that battle. I am now leaning on my elbow over a desk on the veranda. Alone, I stare out at the view that the city of Replant offers. The sky…
The Battle with the Devil’s Forces PAGE 2 I asked the young dwarves to lead the way as we traveled up the tunnel. While they were young, dwarven youths all have great beards, making it difficult to know their…
Evil God Idol and the Missing Person Requests PAGE 2 Shia suggested that the pieced together fragments were from a tool used to summon an evil god. If that was true, it was a frightening thing. “It is an…
The Mystery of the Demon Rats PAGE 2 “I’m back!” “Welcome. We’re in the drawing room.” “Understood.” Grulf got up quickly as soon as he heard Shia’s voice. Then he started to wag his tail and run towards the…
The End PAGE 2 The path leading to the valley floor was a gentle slope. The carved walls were conveniently lined with magic lanterns that illuminated the dark tunnels. I sheathed the Glampanzer and held my wound shut with my…
I Used Magic PAGE 2 “…Isn’t there usually a limit to taming?” And yet I somehow managed to tame 80 slimes. This really was a game within a dream. The system was pretty horrible. …Well, it didn’t really…
Milka’s Talent PAGE 2 Milka looked fixedly at the fragments from above. She sometimes moved in closer or moved away when looking, without any regard for the smell. Her expression was seriousness itself. “Milka, what is it?” “This and…