113 She Speaks With Sir Drago (1/2)

After bringing Chelsea to the first aid tent, and leaving Sir Raymond to watch over her, Robin returned to Sir Drago.

”As for your first request, judging by your skills, you should be at a level where you can manage in the dungeon perfectly fine. Your last request, however...” Sir Drago sighed, in difficulty.

”While I can show you the map, our maps end at the feet of the surrounding mountains. All our more general maps were burned a few years ago in an accidental fire. With just the local area, I'm afraid that your desire to locate yourself in respect to your native country would be impossible.”

”What? Then, is there any way out of the mountains?” Robin asked, in surprise.

”It is rumored that there is a way out at the end of this dungeon, but...so far, no one has been able to clear it.” Sir Drago shook his head. ”The further in you go, the more web slimes you will encounter.”

”Excuse me, web slimes?” Robin asked.

”Are there none in your native lands?” Sir Drago asked. ”Web slimes spread themselves out thinly into many tiny gossamer threads. The deeper you walk in, the more threads you accumulate, until finally, you are completely covered in a thin layer of webbing. then the digestion phase begins. It secretes a liquid that causes random burns to appear.”

”Pardon me, but random?” Robin asked.

”Yes. It's uncertain why, but there will be random unaffected areas.” Sir Drago shook his head, then pointed to a bound pile of wood.

”Bring torches withyou. It's the only thing that can defeat the web slimes. Even if we can't see them, they'll retract and condense into their original form when they feel pain.”

”I guess I'll take you up on that, then.” Robin nodded in agreement. ”I am assuming that, aside from the web slimes and the cave boars, it should be fine?”

”Mostly. But don't underestimate the dungeon. it's easy to get lost in there. I'll have one of the guardsmen give you a lifesaver whistle that you can blow if you get lost.”

”Oh? How does it work?” Robin asked.

”The whistle has a small magic stone in it. when you blow the whistle, it activates the magic stone to send our guardsmen a signal asking for help.” Sir Drago said.

”This is all very nice, I'm sure.” Robin nodded, getting straight to the point. ”But, what's the catch?” A person she just met being this nice all of a sudden: if there wasn't a catch, Robin would run the length of the Great Wall of China when she returned.

”So you noticed?” Sir Drago sighed.

”It's harder not to notice, unless you're a natural airhead.” Robin replied. ”Moreover, we just arrived today, and are complete strangers. If you weren't a bit wary of us, then you wouldn't be a very good general.”

”Not much, really.” Sir Drago shook his head with a laugh. ”It's just that it has been a while since I last encountered anyone with a swordskill of a high rank like yours. If possible, after you've finished your errands, might I ask that you have a spar with me?”

”A spar?” Robin asked, thinking those words sounded familiar...ah, Christian had also wanted a spar. Well, it was a good chance to observe the sword play of another world, so why not?

”I don't see why not. But you'll have to supply me a good practice sword. I only draw this sword when necessary.” She finally said, patting the hero's blade. It was too sharp. If Robin used the hero's blade in a spar, it'd probably slice right through Sir Drago's sword.

But, yes. A brief spar shouldn't take too long to finish up. Robin nodded as she tapped the pommel of the hero's sword in thought. Sir Drago, content that he had accomplished his goal, went back about his business.

”You know, for all that carnage, your clothes are pretty clean, now.” Christian's knight, Sir Daniel said. By now, the surrounding areas had all been put back into order, and so the knights had returned to stand by Robin.

”Hmm...I think the person I bought it from said it has a self-cleaning function.” Robin said, as she looked at her now-white sleeve.

”Wait, you have enchanted clothing!? So that's why you wear it all the time!” Sir Grey exclaimed.

”Is enchanted clothing not common?” Robin asked.

”What are you talking about? Enchanted clothing is highly uncommon, to the point where there is much demand, but little source.” Sir Markham shook his head. ”Firstly, one would need to find a thread capable of storing magic. The only kind of thread known to have such an effect is from that of high-ranked demons. Unless you managed to get one to be in your debt, or have something they really want, it is near impossible to acquire it.”