686 684 Adventurers Heart (1/2)

Fran, who had come to the west dungeon of Ulmut with Caitley, was quickly giving her a test.

”Well, I'll be out front”

”Huh?”

”Even if I stay behind, I don't know about the dungeon. Walk forward.”

”So, but traps and warcraft...”

”If it's a labyrinth here, it's no big deal. Daijibu”

Maybe, Caitley, Fran was going to go ahead and follow him like a tourist afterwards.

But I wasn't willing to make it easier on Fran. I mean, it's a request to show you the reality of the adventurer. I guess I'm actually going to let it go through a lot.

Before entering the dungeon, I told Caitley, ”If my arm is about a thousand broken, I'll cure you with magic. So the word” daijibu ”. That was not a joke or anything, frankly it was a very serious word.

Instead, you might even think you'd feel more adventurous if you got hurt a little bit.

Fran is Spartan.

No, it looks like Sparta from around here, but frankly, you'd think if you were prepared to do adventurers, you'd be fine with this extent.

People are creatures who think of themselves as standards.

I'm a battle freak, and to be strong, some injuries and hardships come from Don and Fran, and although I admire adventurers, until recently I was a lady in the main study. The difference was thought to be greater than imagined.

In the meantime, I need to be careful not to die.

”Well, move on”

”Yes!

Caitley began to go inside the dungeon, prompted by Fran's words.

The footprint is surprisingly firm. Curiosity and excitement seemed to prevail over fright.

Walk through the stone aisle with a clear look around. In addition to my interest in dungeons, I guess I'm going to be looking for traps and stuff.

Well, it doesn't make any sense.

Gagon.

”Eh - Ouch!

I was securely activating the trap that was underfoot. It's not a big trap, though.

Near the foot, a strong wind knocks pebbles and the like. It was not even harassment, it was a child deception that existed to alert beginners to the trap. That's right, it's a dungeon that's ready for teaching.

”Uh-huh.”

”Don't stop, move on”

”Yes, sir”

Caitley, who was stopping and rubbing her legs, walked out again with a slightly frightened back look. Apparently this is where the dungeon is, I remember it again.

The dog ear, which was originally the drooling ear type, looks even more atrophied. The tail that was shaken as a boom also completely lost momentum. She's an easy girl to understand.

The walk was very slow, as if the light-hearted footsteps up to earlier had been lies.