Chapter 67 (1/2)

Ch. 67: Reorganizing and Heading for the Bottom Floor

Parme, who had been rescued, covered her face and sobbed for a while, but with Lapis and Ange comforting her, she slowly started to calm down.

In the meantime, Klaus looked up again to check on her, but he was silenced by Ange’s iron fist, while Loren was busying himself burning any slimes that got close.

When Parme finally calmed down, Ange took out a thin blanket out of her bag and covered her, while Lapis checked on her injuries.

Since she had said earlier that she was already being eaten, Lapis had expected harsh injuries, but although the injuries weren’t light enough to take easily, they weren’t too serious either.

“The injuries aren’t bad, but the state and the range is the problem. Loren, can I use >?”

Lapis judged that if left alone, it would leave behind scars for sure.

As she asked Loren, thinking that a girl of her age with such scars all over her body was too pitiful, Loren simply nodded.

“It’s fine so go ahead and heal her.”

“You sure?”

Lapis prepared to use her healing divine arts as soon as Loren approved.

A priest’s healing divine arts was a lifeline not only within the dungeon, but to adventurers in general.

Klaus was confused at Loren’s decision to use one of the limited usages on Parme.

“Well, it is a bad move considering our situation.”

Parme had lost all her equipment and was more of a burden than anything.

So Loren knew that using divine arts on injuries that wasn’t a threat to her life would be confusing to anyone.

“She’s training to become an adventurer. She should be prepared to have scars on her body.”

“Could be. But it’s fine, I guess.”

As Loren patted Klaus on the shoulder, telling him not to think of it too hard, he stopped arguing.

Next to them, Lapis was about to use > on Parme.

“G.o.d of Knowledge, please heal her using the method you could find within that stupidly large amount of knowledge you possess.”

“Those aren’t the words of prayer, are they!?”

“Prayer isn’t bound to specific forms.”

When Lapis touched Parme’s body along with a plausible explanation, the divine arts quickly displayed its effects, as the injuries from the slimes started healing.

“Is it just me, or is the healing working really well somehow?”

“Those who believe will be saved.”

Seeing Parme’s injuries disappear and returning to healthy looking skin, Ange asked Lapis with swear running down her cheek, as if she were seeing something perplexing, but Lapis responded in a solemn tone.

“So how is it, actually?”

“No idea. Don’t ask me.”

Although Klaus asked him, Loren had no way to answer.

He guessed that the basic specs of being a demon could have had something to do with the effectiveness of the divine arts, but for some reason he couldn’t look past the fact that the prayer might have had something to do with it as well.

“In any case, blonde rolls can move now so let’s get moving. Nothing good will come out of staying here for too long.”

“I apologize…for the inconvenience.”

Parme hung her head, the att.i.tude she had shown before entering the dungeon was nowhere to be seen.

Feeling that being ashamed the whole time wasn’t good for the atmosphere, Loren tried poking some fun at her as a joke.

“But are we going to pull her around with only a blanket around her?”

“I-I’ll accept it.”

Loren had said it expecting her to complain, but to his surprise, she had easily complied.

As Parme’s face turned bright red, Loren became troubled as he didn’t know what to do but help came from Lapis.

“Ange and I could at least lend you underwear.”

“It’s an emergency, so we’ll go with the size that fits better.”

Adventurers tried their best to pack as little as they could.

It was obvious since they would have to be moving constantly, so whenever they went exploring or on subjugation, they only took the absolute minimum of what they needed.

Even to them, extra underwear was essential, so Lapis and Ange carried around a few changes with them.

Some might wonder why they would do so in the limited s.p.a.ce in their bags, but the jobs of adventurers often got them injured as well as dirty.

From experience, adventurers knew that wearing dirty or contaminated clothes would worsen their injuries or cause illnesses.

Rarely did they have any room to take extra clothes, but always having extra underwear or underclothes, which constantly touched the skin, was the common understanding.

“I brought an extra pair of boots, so I’ll lend you those.”

Magicians could often take more things since they didn’t have heavy equipment to worry about.

Ange seemed to be so and brought an extra pair of boots, in case the pair she was wearing got ruined by a trap.

“For the top…mine is too big. Ange, yours seems like a perfect fit.”

“Grrr…”

“The bottom…Hmm? Yours slips off, huh. I guess I’ll lend mine then.”

“This doesn’t make any sense!”

“For clothes…Loren, lend her one of your shirts.”

“Here.”

With the difference in height between Loren and Parme, his shirt reached down and easily covered her all the way down to the middle of her thighs.