Episode 30.2 (1/2)
”Did your previous world have a facility like that too, Lecan-dono?”
”No one's managing dungeons in my world. At least never saw any at dungeons I visited. There's usually a gathering spot near a dungeon where you can find adventurers to fill in your numbers.”
”Oh, there must have been many kinds of people then.”
”There were all kinds of characters yeah.”
Lecan and Arios left the information desk's building and went straight to the dungeon.
There was a congestion, countless people are waiting in lines to get inside the dungeon. There are more guards checking permits as well. Lecan got in one of the lines.
”Ah, you guys. You're the folk we met a few days ago, aren't you? So you been eating?”
The six-person party they met on floor 52 was ahead of Lecan in the line.
The one who initiated the conversation was the friendly archer young man.
”Yea.”
The other five members also greeted him, prompting Lecan to greet them back.
The archer young man is looking awfully cheerful.
”You see, after that we got in another room and saw a magic beast holding a halberd this huuuuge”
The young man spread his arms wide in an attempt to express how big the halberd was, but that action allowed the bow in his left arm to hit the shoulder of a big man standing in front of him.
Lecan found it a bit surprising.
That big man is someone of extraordinary prowess. Lecan had inferred that much. Hence he figured the big man could have easily dodged that bow, yet he didn't.
(Is it cause he didn't feel the need to?)
In that instance, the big man moved out, quick as lightning.
He swung his hand as he turned around, hitting the archer young man with his backhand.
The young man got flung five steps away, rebounding on the ground.
Lecan had already kneaded his mana by then.
He quickly ran up to the young man.
”Nikos!”
”Kyaa!”
”Ah”
Just as the young man's party members screamed, Lecan had recited a spell.
”<Recovery (Cirim)>!”
The young man's nearly popped open skull got healed up, keeping his barely hanging life.
The big man went on to deliver the finishing blow.
This big man is slightly taller than Lecan, and far more bulky. Yet he boasts such agility, calling him behemoth wouldn't be an exaggeration. He spread open his big rugged fingers, his right hand stretched out toward the archer young man. He's planning to grip and crush him.
Lecan grabbed the big man's right wrist with his left hand, stopping him.
The big man who got stopped in his track looked at Lecan with eyes burning with rage.
A moment later.