115 Secret 3. (1/2)

As I could see from the top of the door, the underground area was surprisingly large and intricate. Numerous passageways connected to the wide cavern.

The golems seemed to still be there. Footsteps could be heard, but the sound reverberated in the air, making it difficult to determine their direction.

The intense pain that had been running through my entire body had subsided somewhat as I fell into the darkness. Perhaps the darkness had increased my strength. This pain is probably the result of a tug-of-war between me and Sable.

I was still too weak to move, but I couldn't stay down.

Senri was calm even in this desperate situation. I'm not going to let you get away with this.

Senri's skin glowed faintly. It's a quiet glow with no heat. She was wearing clothes that didn't show much skin, so the light was minimal, but I wondered if she would be glowing from head to toe if she took off her clothes.

I wonder if Senri noticed my gaze and said in a hushed voice.

The oxygen in the basement is ...... thin. The end may be fine, but I'm replacing it with a blessing.

That's what I call an anti-undead specialist. You think of things I don't even notice.

I was impressed, but then I asked her what she was most concerned about.

”............ will it melt if I touch it?

”...... is trying not to melt. But you can't touch it.

It won't melt but you can't touch it? ......I see. .......

I nodded my head in agreement, but in the darkness I saw Senri frown.

”End, you're ...... too curious.

I want to touch it. ...... Next time I get blood, I'll make sure it glows. Switch heads.

If the golem isn't old, that means someone's been in and out of here.

How hard can it be to manufacture a golem?

That will determine the strength of the opponent, but if it's as good as the one that showed up this time, it's manageable.

In the first place, when a trap is set, it can be expected that there is some kind of conspiracy. The only question is who that person is.

According to Senri, the mayor was just a man. It was daytime when Senri was summoned, and now Senri has the existence of nighttime crystals in mind, so I don't think there is any mistake in his judgment.

However, this underground palace - a labyrinth-like space - is too inconvenient for humans to operate. And in fact, there is no human scent coming from underground, except for Senri's.

It seems to be a complicated situation.

Looking down at the golem, Senri tells me something I don't know enough about.

There is very little ...... of the demon steel that absorbs power and cuts through it, at least at the moment. It's only partially used, but it's been a while since I've seen it.

The undead that Horos controlled didn't have it, either, by the way.

A metal that swallows blessings is a horrible thing, and if I had one, I would have used it. Apparently it's too rare.

And how powerful could the master of this labyrinth be to deploy it even on golems that were not that strong?

Then, Senri added. He points to the Blood Ruler I hold in my hand and says.

End, your machete is made of a small amount of demon steel and adamant steel. That's why it can cut through evil spirits and won't falter against holy silver weapons.

So it's a good weapon?

It's also cursed from above. Probably no mere mortal can handle it.

Now that I think about it, this machete is quite sturdy.

I've acquired many things, but the only thing that's still intact after going through the fierce battles with Arbatos and Lynel is my body and this machete.

As expected of a weapon prepared for me by Lord. I'll treasure it.

As I stopped speaking, Senri took a deep breath and closed his eyes. And I couldn't help but open my eyes.

The light from her silver hair spread like a veil. It's a pale light that I probably wouldn't have noticed if there was any light at all outside. I could barely make it out because of the sheer darkness.

The light was undoubtedly from a blessing that the undead hate, but it didn't hurt or shock me when it touched me.

I could hear my heartbeat, my pulse. Senri opened his eyes and said in a quiet voice. His breathing is labored to the point where you can't notice it unless you're paying attention.

The terrain is quite complex. There are quite a few golems. This is ...... nasty.

I see. ...... So that's what Senri's perception is. You'll be able to find a lot more than just a few.

And if you look closely, you can see that the light is only diffused around the machete in his hand.

Senri's words were weaker than ever.

He hadn't changed his demeanor even when he was seriously injured in the battle with Arbatross, so perhaps this was a sign of trust?

The pain that had been tormenting my whole body eases a little. My spirits lifted.

The darkness is my domain. I don't need to tell you that I have the ability to apply the Blessing, but I don't stand a chance against a monster that targets a former Knight of the End.

Senri took a cautious step forward.

I reached out my arm and poked its shiny neck with my fingertips. Unusually, the little back of Senri's head quivered, and he turned to look at me. She looks at me as if she's accusing me of mischief.

”...... what?

Trick floor. There's something here.