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Broken Armor with Tattoos (Unappraised)

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa."

That's a far nostalgic memory.

Memories of when I was young and lost in the hunting woods.

"It's okay. It's okay now. Well done. That was great."

That's what my brother said when he found himself crying because he couldn't do anything.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah."

"Anemone"

As my brother kneels down on the ground, he removes his armor and wipes his face with tears with his white, thin fingertips.

"Ugh... hiccup... hiccup..."

"Look, if you cry too much, your ancestors will laugh at you."

That's what they say, and I look up snoozing.

I had a brother there.

"You took over The Heart of a Hero, because you're a strong girl, aren't you?

A gentle looking boy with hair the same color as the sun for a long time.

He was smiling like he was in trouble as usual.

When I realize, the sight of my childhood is disappearing somewhere.

I recall that Anemone was going down a dim spiral staircase, extending all by herself.

"... oh"

Ever since I started diving into the dungeons, I've always been.

Put it on something and have this daydream.

Old memories come to mind as we repeatedly deny pointless assumptions about the unanswered self.

But that's over, too.

Because the fourteenth basement floor is waiting for you after you finish down this staircase.

"I finally got here."

Until recently, the state of affairs seems to be a lie.

There were several occasions when I was dying, but I was lucky enough to pick up my life and get to this point.

I'm sure my heart was getting weaker.

It was all because I was sweet to the whimsical favor of that store.

I have a brother who became 'The Unreturned' ahead of me.

Now I look for it and find it.

It was my turn to reach out.

"This is..."

Anemone looked around.

Basement fourteenth floor.

That was where the infamous' expedition 'took place, near Lord Morau, where the whereabouts of his accompanying brother were interrupted at last.

I see the horizon.

There is a wilderness so vast that it doesn't seem like an underground dungeon.

At the foot, there are already rumblings and buried in the dirt, broken arrows, and so on.

But wherever you look, there's no shadow, no structure, and it doesn't even look like you're waiting for a monster.

If you look up, there's no ceiling. It is perhaps illusion or some kind of curse that the sky is spreading with dim dark clouds that dye the edges at dusk instead.

But I don't care about that.

"It's Anemone! I'm here!

Raise your voice and call.

Tell them you've come this far.

That was a heap of things my brother had to say.

Abandoned the housekeeper and joined the Knights.

That I agreed with the stupid Grand Duke's crap idea of an expeditionary army or something.

Failure to do so caused trouble to many people. I went to the dungeon, excluding myself.

I asked you for that responsibility, and I tried to preach to you until I got sick of it.

That's why Anemone visited the land.

I traveled all the way across the ocean to the labyrinth city, challenging this dungeon with my life. Don't skip any danger. Whether he was injured or not, he repeatedly searched again and again.

"Brother! Brother Adonis! Where are you!

Calling my brother repeatedly, I remember the illusion of returning to my childhood.

When I got lost in that forest and cried and called my brother's name, I turned my head again.

Oooh......

I heard voices from afar to answer Anemone's voice.

"... what?

Oooh......

That was countless voices. It also seemed to draw closer.

Whoa, whoa, whoa...

I see something from beyond the horizon.

That's something red.

There are countless pieces of cloth hanging around.

Whoa, whoa, whoa...

Slowly, but surely something was heading this way.

Countless footsteps. People or monsters. Large numbers in any case.

It was only a matter of time before he showed up.

It was as if we were on our way back from the loss. Many of them bore terrible injuries, wrapped in old armor and carrying rusty bows, bladed swords, broken spears, etc. He should be good enough to drag his legs, even those whose arms are about to be cut a thousand times, or whose bellies are pierced by countless arrows.

Everyone and he all had a blue face that was not vibrant, but only their eyes glistened from why, with a mad grin.

And without exception, his whole body was thinly blurred and clear.

They are countless grudges (Reis).

A junior undead monster with no entity, only resentful souls exist. Therefore, physical attacks are difficult to use, and vice versa, no injuries were caused by attacks from the opponent, but whenever they were touched, they would breathe life or drain their energy.

There was nothing I couldn't fight, but it was a nasty opponent.

Above all, it is unlikely to be done properly in this number.

"... that's a hell of a number"

Anemone only showed her face and watched how it was.

It was a march of grievances (Reis) of a magnitude to a thousand.

You were right to hide yourself, apparently.

Anemone was moving off the march path to a dungeon halfway down a sleek hill. There are distances here, so you won't have to worry about bowling or finding them, you'll be able to do it over.

Anemone remembers because the fourteenth basement is called the 'ancient battlefield'.

They are probably the ones who died in the war a long time ago.

I had heard rumors that he was being brought to this dungeon without being aware of his own death and engaging in an endless killing.

Those who inadvertently approach the grudges are caught up in that battle, they feel touched, and when they notice, they join the battle line.

I can hear the chirping noise of teasing around my stomach.

Anemone decided she had no choice but to eat.

Put your cheeks down and mouth the portable food you took out of your luggage. Just chew salty dried meat and dry bread without water and pour in with water. It was an unsavory meal.

I wanted a biscuit. I didn't mind if it was unscented (plain).

……

Speaking of which, how would that guy be doing?

On my way home, I said I couldn't make it, so I took a nasty attitude. He probably worried about himself. I thought I was sorry for what happened now. There must have been some other way to say no.

Will you forgive me if I apologize?

I recall him saying 'Please come back' when he left.

I kept turning back, and I left...

"... stop," he warns himself.

I'm thinking of something else. My heart is weakening again.

You have to get cold right away. You have to sharpen your consciousness like steel.

When I shake my head, I change my mind and raise my cheek again.

We have to focus on what's right in front of us.

Anemone will try to look carefully out of the ground to see what's going on out there again.

The march is still halfway there.

In the meantime, I notice that the spirits are mixed with the furry ones. They were dressed like knights who raised their flags to lead the herd and proceeded to walk with their armor ringing.

Somehow they weren't clear. Looks like there's an entity.

If you look closely, their faces glanced through their helmets unusually cheeky, and their original position with both eyes has turned into an indented void. An intermediate undead monster who looked closer to life than a corpse ghost, skeleton, etc., and had the ability - it looked like a Phantom Ride (Wight).

Anemone drew attention to the red flag that had become a blur cut they were flying. Because there was a black painted crest there that looked familiar.

Lizard print nestled inside the fire wheel.

That's something that's not supposed to exist in the dungeon. The fire wheel meant the origin of the Western royal family, and it was the fire lizard - the family crest of the Duke of Morau - who was among them.

That was like a flag that should have been raised by the 'Expeditionary Army' in which my brother participated.

……

Anemone feels her beating faster.

If I'm not mistaken, it's possible I have a brother over there.

But from here on out, I don't see the Knights very well. I had to see how things were going a little closer.

Decide that you should change places and crawl with your body on the ground. Using only his arm, he headed towards the nearer field so as not to make as much noise as possible.

My brother looked beautiful like a fairy.

He was a worried and gentle young man.

But he was in love with a hero.

If it was a boy, it would be an ideal for everyone.

As an adult, knowing reality is a fantasy you should forget.

I was drowning.

The dream eroded him day by day, as if it were a curse, and one day, it peeled away from everyday life.

I left my territory with my uncle and joined Lord Morau's Knights.

Then he joined the Expeditionary Army as a sidekick.

Towards was a dungeon that it was in a distant land that separated the sea.

That was where we promised to have an adventure one day when we were young.

Of course, my brother had no reason to know that a great setback awaited him at that time. But even if I knew, I might not have stopped.

Even if I knew I was going to be a 'non-returnee'.

There was a man surrounded by knights of the Phantom Horse.

Apparently he is in the position of general of the march of these grudges.

Like the knights of the other skeletons, there were entities, wearing armor, but two different things.

The first thing you need to do is that you are making your horse walk wide.

Then that the top is void from the neck.

A knight without a neck. It is a high-ranking undead monster that can also appear in heritage and gaga. Because what I encountered happens to take my life, I was so horrified that I was called "the one who prophesied death and executed it".

But it was not the knight without his neck itself that watched Anemone eat in, but the armor it was wearing.

There was a pattern of plundering around his right chest.

Familiar family crest.

Unlike those of the Duke Morau family, but a testament to the Western nobility, it is shaped with walnut fruit in cross-section, with swords and shields fitted to the left and right.

It was familiar from the time she was born.

"Heart of Heroes (Heart of Heroes)".

The ability to carve a hundred people with just one knife, not a sword, an arrow and a flame, but to run 10,000 miles like a horse.

A protection supposedly held by a hero who transformed the battlefield into a hero and even a nobleman by himself.

Praised for its accomplishments, it is the family crest of the Urban Lights.

"Brother... go...?

Those are undisputed armors my brother wore whenever he went to bed.

He had the habit of stroking a family crest carved into his chest every time, and only once remembered asking what Anemone meant.

"It's like being on the edge. If you touch me like this, you'll be jerked off by grace, right? 'Yes, I joked and he said.

Protect. Very rarely do descendants inherit it. My brother wanted it more than anyone else. But in the end, what I got was my sister and it didn't belong to him.

A knight without a neck (Durahan) gently touched it (...).

That's like stroking...

It's like praying...

It's a trick.

I touched the breast family crest, as I rebelled my habits when I was alive.

"... oh"

At that moment Anemone heard something crumble somewhere in her mind.

The whimper is about to leak.

I can't hold my mouth down because of my helmet, so I can eat desperately.

Anemone believed.

That my brother is still alive.

That he's still safe.

That if we meet again, you will turn your usual troubled smile on yourself.

But that has already turned into certainty.

A knight without a neck at the heart of the march - there is no doubt that that was once my brother.

Fujiwara turns around a bunch of materials and finally searches for what she was looking for.

That's a copy of the 'union' withholding the name of the searcher who passed the front gate. It was dated a few years ago. That's exactly the equivalent of the Expeditionary Force roster.

The names lined up in shifts.

Most of the letters added next to its right are 'Not Returned'. Even if it may not, it is all 'death' and there is no 'survival'.

Read it flush from above and find a familiar surname along the way.

That's...

"Whoa hon."

"Eh. Excuse me. I've been reading about it."

Fujiwara returned to me and took her eyes off the dossier.

"You know what Yu wants to know?

At the end of the counter is Ubic. He's a little bearded official. He uses the cup and receptacle he brought with him, and drinks coffee with an elegant trick while standing.

"Yeah, maybe. Thank you for taking the time to bring it."

"Hmm. That's above all"

The material was requested from Ubic.

Occasionally, he visited "The Age of the Good Old Sorcerers (GOOD)", a "union" official who came to the public to gather information about the "Expeditionary Army Incident".

"This thank you..."

"Fine. Me, as usual, just came to talk to you about the world without any other love. Wouldn't you?

The point is, 'I don't need anything. It seems that the loan of materials should be kept confidential. "

"I asked Yu to help me solve the problem before. I'm not gonna forget about that borrowing me," Yubik said as he handled a little beard, bored.

"Thank you."

Fujiwara honestly decided to sweeten to Yubik's favor.

I would put it in a shelf drawer so as not to tarnish the material.

There were some stamps such as "No Browsing" and "Strictly No Bringing Out," but you shouldn't have seen that.

"But. What do you want to know about the expedition now?

"It's like someone I know was involved with…"

"Well... um... that's... that's sad."

Yubik looked bitter and, as he put it, said so.

For the Union (Guild), which is in a position to manage the Seekers, the Expeditionary Case is still a mind-boggling issue. I guess there are complicated thoughts about the participants at the time, besides mourning.

"You can return the materials whenever you want," said Ubik, who finished his coffee, and walked away.

After dropping him off, Fujiwara again confirms a copy withholding the earlier searcher's name as he pulls out the material.

……

What I found was the name Adonis L. Urban Light. A person with the same surname as Anemone. Affiliation is at the time a subordinate of Lord Morau, who was in command of the Expeditionary Army, and he is head of the Knights.

He must have been the one Anemone was diving into the dungeon looking for.

Probably cousins, brothers and sisters.

Next to the name, the letter 'Not Returned' is the same as many others. That means he went into the dungeon and didn't come back after a hundred days. Never meant 'I'm still exploring in the dungeon'.

Statistically, the number of confirmed searcher deaths in the dungeons is quite low. Because no matter how many people die in the dungeon, they will be treated as' non-returned 'unless something is returned that can confirm and report it.

So this word 'unreturned' included the meaning 'I could not confirm, but I would definitely be dead first'.

……

Fujiwara sighs and fills the dossier again.

Then I prayed for the safety of a lonely seeker who hadn't shown his face these days.

Identification Card: Armor for Health Enhancement (Useless)

Thou shalt tell the messenger of the hegemony, and offer him two thousand five hundred and sixty-seven drops of his blood once a day: and the world shall give strength to the tide of blood, and to the flesh, and to the organ, and to the mightiness, and to the vitality, even as the great tree of Saraban.

The damage situation is pretty bad due to some kind of accident or battle, but it's apparently an effective grant tool (antique) that boosts your health (stamina). The faint crest on your chest was followed.

Now, 'Nana. I thought it would only improve your health.' Probably insulting this grant tool too much.

Because in the quest for dungeons, strength is the ability that counts for anything.

Keep walking without much rest for days, always be attentive to your surroundings and prepare for enemy attacks and traps, sometimes watch your buddies as they fall asleep, sometimes move around with (or hurt your buddies) the heavy items you get, and if you encounter a monster, do everything in your power to deal with your life.

They are all mandatory subjects in exploration, but they require considerable physical strength to do so. No matter how proud you are of your power, no matter how good you are at magic, you will remain second-class, third-class or less as an explorer without your strength.

Wearing this makes it possible not to get tired, not to snag, and to work fine no matter how much you move around. It will be much easier to explore the dungeons if you don't have the strength or are good at it and you will get more results than ever before.

It also seems that in battle and elsewhere, you have a bonus of resistance to poison and paralytic attacks, or you can continue to fight all you can because you never run out of health.

Yeah. What do you care? It's a useful item.

However, please be careful not to overstate your powers.

Sometimes you mistakenly think you can do anything because you can keep doing too much, but it's never designed to force you beyond the limits.

You didn't become a hero.

Remember that and be careful not to act out of shape.

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