Chapter 8 (1/2)
A treasure chest appeared where the Mustard Dragon had collapsed. When I asked why n.o.body was touching, they all said they were afraid of the trap.
It seems they didn’t hear about how to disarm the traps from the s.h.a.ggy hair yet. Of course, anyone with Thief-related skills could disarm the traps and some magic spells could detect traps as well.
The s.h.a.ggy hair was probably part of the group that ran back to the town considering that he wasn’t here. Even if a Mustard Dragon dropped the chest, since it was on the first floor, there were no extravagant traps.
When the others had cleared out, I started tossing rocks at the treasure chest. A dry clack sounded and the chest opened. As mentioned before, the treasure chests on the first floors had a pattern to them and could easily be safely disarmed even without any skills.
“There wasn’t even any trap.”
When I peeked in, a bag full of gold coins and “Black Steel Sword” was visible. The sword had a blue glow about it, so it could be a magic sword. The monster may have been from the sixth floor, but the treasure chest was that of the first floor. Naturally, the contents would match the quality of the first floor.
It was a better weapon than my samurai sword, but I had no interest in double-edged sword, so it was time to pa.s.s it off to someone else.
“Hey, s.h.i.+njo Wataru-kun, did you open the chest?”
“Yea, I think I opened it by accident.”
I lied through my teeth. Once they found out the chest was open, Nanami’s group swarmed over. I didn’t need the item nor the money, so the “Black Steel Sword” became Nanami’s.
They still thrust ten golds to me as my share of the loot, so I smiled bitterly, planning to give it to Seki once I run into him. It didn’t hold much value for me, but gold was invaluable for students who were planning to live in the town.
I couldn’t wait to head off and explore the dungeon, but if I just wandered off right now, people would be suspicious. It seemed that Nanami’s group was dedicated to nursing the students who would soon pa.s.s away due to poison up until their last moments.
Another monster may show up. It made me nervous that we were tarrying so long in a place like this, but I could read the atmosphere enough to not say something like “hurry up” to them.
There were bodies piled up from the students who were cornered by the Mustard Dragon. There was no way to cremate the body, nor was leaving them as they were an option.
So, under Nanami’s commands, we had laid out a vinyl sheet in Cla.s.s A to turn it into a makes.h.i.+ft grave. The students who took a hit from the poisonous breath had bloodshot and purplish face.
A girl who was half-eaten with part of her face missing.
A boy who was crushed by the dragon’s tail to a pulp.
The expression of the corpse were all the same: of fear and pain. There was a boy who was repeating the name of one of the corpse over and over again, and there was a girl who was putting on makeup for the dead and fixing their expression. There was no doubt that the students who died had many friends. Grievance and mourning was only natural.
I decided to come out of the cla.s.sroom to patrol the corridors since I had no one to grieve for. I didn’t expect orcs to come around so soon after the Mustard Dragon had rampaged through, but you could never be too careful.
“Excuse me….”
While I was just training for my Acrobat proficiency by throwing rocks at the wall, a girl who had a high side ponytail came up to me. She seemed to be walking abnormally slowly, and sure enough, she was using a mop as a cane while dragging her left leg.
“What… are you hurt?”
“Eh…. no, I was like this all along.”
I asked her what it was, and she said it was a problem with the knee joint and while she could walk, she couldn’t run. I was surprised that such student was in the group.
There was someone who couldn’t fight nor run from a monster. Meaning that Nanami’s group didn’t abandon someone like her even in the face of a Mustard Dragon.
Her mood seemed to have turned darker from my questions and extended the bag she was carrying to me with “Anyways…”
The bag she handed over was filled with empty flasks.
“.... Did you pick up all these yourself?”
“Yea. It’s yours, right s.h.i.+njo-san?”
She seem to have grabbed all the flasks I threw out.
They were dirt cheap in the shop and it didn’t matter if I left them all here or not. Still, it was rude to ignore a girl’s goodwill gesture, so I took the bag and shoved it in the back pack.
“Umm, I wanted to say I’m really grateful to you for helping us out.”
She bowed and her backpack whooshed around along with her hair. She was such a sincere girl.
Collecting useful looking item, having something to carry everything around with you is the right thing to do in this world. Though she couldn’t fight due to her leg, the fact she knew what role she could play made her a great a.s.set.
“No, I just came in late. People who really helped you was Nanami’s group.”
“But if s.h.i.+njo-san didn’t come, we’d all be dead.”
“That’s not true. If it’s Vice-President Nanami, he’d have found a way.”
It wasn’t good to attract any attention, so I decided to play humble. But I really did think that Nanami, who knew exactly what to do once he saw me, would have found a way.
Nanami probably told everyone to hold out in the cla.s.srooms to protect those who couldn’t get away quick enough. If he had fought wholeheartedly, there was no doubt that Nanami’s group could have done it.
In that case, she might have been left to die as she was a hindrance, though I won’t say something so rude to the person outright. But, how did she know my name? The girl spoke as if she had guessed what I was thinking just by my expression.
“Uhh, I’m Rindou Kazuha. We were both in Cla.s.s F, don’t you remember?”
“Yea, I guess. I’m sorry.”
I thought I might recall who she was, but it seemed I didn’t pay much attention to girls in the cla.s.s either. Even if we were in the same cla.s.s, I purposefully didn’t talk to others based on stupid reason like “no need to a.s.sociate with those lesser than me”.
The only one who tried to talk with the obstinate me was Seki.
Kazuha blushed and spoke faster.
“Is… is that so… I guess s.h.i.+njo-san wouldn’t be interested in someone like me. But you helped me once before.”
“Eh, really?”
“Yes! When we were picking for the cla.s.s representative and they were trying to force it on me, you stood up for me and said “Don’t decided it amongst yourself while ignoring her!”. I was very happy when you said it…”
“So, you didn’t become the cla.s.s representative thanks to me?”
I didn’t remember any of it, but nice job past me.
You were usually quiet, but being a delinquent who saves girls in trouble was super cool. Guess you were a man when it came down to it.
“So you really don’t remember me. I’m shocked. I’ve been the cla.s.s representative since then after all….”
“c.r.a.p, I guess I didn’t save you after all.”
Oi, myself from the past, this ain’t quite right. If you were going to save a girl, do it right. Not that it mattered much since I didn’t remember any of it, but looking from an objective point of view, I was pretty heartless.
“But you did stand up for me, s.h.i.+njo-san. I wanted to repay your kindness for a while now, but there wasn’t any chance to talk to you. Every time I thought there was an opportunity, a pretty girl was always around you.”
Ah, k.u.miko. She did turn into a stalker ever since the confession incident. The atmosphere became weird since a popular girl from Cla.s.s A kept coming around Cla.s.s F.
“When she wasn’t there, you were sleeping, so it was hard to try to talk to you. Time just kept pa.s.sing by, and I was worried….”
“It’s all good. Conversely, I should be the one saying sorry.”
“Don’t apologize! I just wanted to say it before I die, so I’m just glad that I got to say it.”
“What do you mean die? We just saved you.”
This place was dangerous, so her words alarmed me.
“You did, but I can’t move properly and I’ll just be a hindrance. I’d probably die soon anyways. I was just lucky that s.h.i.+njo-san was around to help.”
“Lucky?..... You…”
I felt weird at the fact she thought she was going to die so easily even after surviving through all the others death. How sad must she be under that smile? It made me wonder if Rindou Kazuha was the kind of a person who was prepared for death even with all this dire environment around her.
A regular human would think that “I will survive” as others die all around him. That kind of silly obsession won’t dissipate until the moment right before death. I was no exception, of course.