"Is this the third basement...?" There's nothing different about it."

　muttered Elena, just down to the third basement.
　In fact, just next to the stairs is a transition wizard, and the surrounding area is a stone-paved passageway with a dim light on the walls.
　The scene was almost identical to that of the first basement and the second basement, and I could even feel a sense of visibility.

"I'm still a shallow class," You know, the dungeon on the altar of our succession didn't change much, did it? Especially, this dungeon is extraordinary in size, unlike that dungeon. and with that in mind, it is no use that the same view should continue for a while."

　The dungeon where Ray and his colleagues are currently diving is still around the 30th basement level, even for adventurers who are diving to the deepest point. Compared to the succession altar dungeon where the dungeon core was located on the seventh basement floor, there is at least a six-fold difference in size. It's also conditional on where the capture is now complete.

"Anyway, it hasn't been long since I had lunch. Do you mean that I will break through the third basement and go out of the dungeon with the magic team on the fourth basement floor?"
"Oh, that's all right. How far is it to the stairs?"

　Even though there is a magic team, it doesn't mean that the surroundings are completely safe. That's why Elena turns to the map taken out of the magic pouch, as she asks Ray, looking at the set, who is wary of the surroundings.

"Well, this hierarchy is a combination of crossroads, and without a map it would be very difficult to get to the stairs. Fortunately, however, we have a map. If you think about it, you should be able to proceed without much trouble."

　If you use a map, you'll certainly be able to take the shortest route to the stairs leading to the fourth basement. However, there was no way that it would take time to walk on the map, so the map could only be moved to that place without hesitation. You can see how long it will take if you move from one floor to another, but it's hard to expect that from Ray and Elena, who are here for the first time today.

"Well, let's move on." What do you do about traps, though it would have been like in the second basement?"

　After a few seconds of agonizing over Ray's words, Elena opens her mouth.

"I'll be as vigilant as upstairs," I don't think there will be a fatal trap on this floor, but as long as you don't know when you can join the bandits, you have a habit of keeping an eye on them?"

　It was when Elena muttered so. The magic camp near the stairs shone... the next moment a group of about five men appeared on top of it.
　All five are old enough to describe themselves as young, some of whom are slightly older than Ray and younger than Elena.

"Well, then I'll be there at once," This request is the magic stone of Sword B. The number is seven, but it goes without saying that magic stones sell the best of the materials. Especially now the Maaschels and Levisors are spending a lot of money to buy. For my brother's sake... Huh?"

　The supposed leader of the five was speaking to his companions when he finally noticed someone close by. I notice Ray, Elena, and Sett, two and one of them turning their heads and looking at them.
　In addition, the other one, Yero, is sleeping soundly on Seto's back, resting on his meal.
　Then the leader of the men opens his mouth when he sees Ray.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, you guys.

　The man's feelings for Ray were visible as he retold his words.

"... oh, I see. That's the guy who blew out of the dining-room."

　The man's words remind Ray of what happened yesterday. He said he was the man who was about to enter the dining room when he was thrown at the Vihela or something.
　No, it's not so unusual for Ray to remember the face, as he's often entangled with the men in front of him.

`And now you remember!'
"...any problem?"

　If you have any complaints, just say it, and he shakes his head violently.

"Now that you mention it, there's a face you've seen,"

　Next to Ray, Elena mutters as she looks at the men around her leader.
　In fact, it was only natural that they had been there, as well as some of the leaders, who had been beaten down by Vihelas in the dining room yesterday.

"And, let's see. What on earth are you in such a shallow class?"

　Before long, the leader asks Ray if he thought he would not be able to proceed if he kept silent.
　Despite the fact that we've rarely met in person, Ray's judgment that he's practically close to the leader of the party is quite astute.
　But Ray opens his mouth, carrying a death-size handle on his shoulder, as if nothing had happened.

"What do you mean by Dungeon's strategy?"
"No, I know it's Dungeon's strategy as long as he's here, but why are you in such a shallow class?"
"It's because I started to attack dungeon yesterday."
"... oh,"

　a man nodding at Ray's words as if he had finally come to terms with them.
　The men around him nod the same way.
　Those who had already fainted in their interactions with Vihela might not know Ray's own abilities, but seeing Seto, a glyphon, it was clear that they could not be underestimated by appearance.

"And that's... the guild's request?"
"Yes, by seven magical stones of Sword B. Originally, we're working around the tenth basement... Well, my brother scolded me for yesterday's incident. And with that punishment..."

　The leader scratched his cheek with a shy smile.

"Well, then do your best," We'll be going soon."
"Oh, be careful! Oh, don't you bow?"
"Be careful!"

　The men bowing in unison to the voice of the leader. It was a fairly unified movement, if not a single thread of disordered movement.
　Little nods to these men and they leave.
　After seeing him back in silence... and when he was completely out of sight, he finally breathed out loudly.
　What floats on my forehead is a heavy cold sweat. What he had managed to endure in front of the laymen, he disappeared and attacked them all at once.

"...what's the matter with you? It's unusual for you to sweat so cold."

　One of the men around him calls out to him as he turns out to be such a leader. The other men were watching the leader similarly.
　However, the leader pats the head wrapped in the helmet of the man who came to talk to him, wiping the cold sweat with his arms.

"Do you know he's notorious?"
"Yes, of course," Bosque's brother told him not to quarrel directly."
"Oh, I've never seen anything other than crimson. Of course they are nicknamed, so it's true that they are all as strong as me. But that's not all he is. Yesterday there was a woman named Vihela, who had driven Bosque's brother into battle even though we were the cause. She said you were strong in crimson. Can you believe it? It's the strength that the woman who went head-to-head with the older brother of Bosque admitted, which means he's probably as strong as the older brother of Bosque.""That's..."

　The men who were listening to the leader's words took their breath away.
　Bosque is the person whom they adore and are born into a family called Silwa, but who is comfortable with talking to them. And above all, fighting power with a big sword is very high. Previous mock battles with Rank B adventurers had some difficulties, but in the end, Bosk was winning, and some had seen him even with Rank A adventurers.
　He was equal to that person...and yet another rank-A monster, Gryphon, did not dare to tell him not to shrink his younger brothers, but Elena, who was called the Princess General. If there is such a difference in military strength, it is inevitable to tell them not to touch even if they are bosque.

"Anyway, you don't have any strange connection with him or her, either inside or outside the dungeon. From what I've told you, it seems that if you don't touch me, I won't touch him. Okay? I'm not the only one. It's a command from my brother."
'All right!'

　Seeing that he nodded in unison, he must have finally decided that there was no need to worry more. grasp a spear again in one's hand

"Well, I'll go," Sword Bee is quick to move, but weak to defend. All we have to do is to attack and defeat them with ease. I'll collect the seven pieces I've requested quickly and bring as many other magical stones as possible. Her work will make her the drinker and the woman she is tonight. You know what I mean!"
"Oh, my God!"

　Everyone screams on the spot, and the men move on.
　It's the bandits who are leading the way, but unlike the Lays, they don't seem to be exploring the traps around them. This is because they know for themselves through years of dungeon searches that men are professional robbers, but other traps set on the third basement level cannot do fatal damage to them.
　Keep going straight, crossroads to the right, left, and forward. This third basement is a complex structure with many crossroads combined, but the monsters coming out are not as strong. From the end of the encounter, they knock down low-ranked monsters such as goblins, strip off the material and the parts that prove their defeat, and take out the magical stones.

"There's no Sword Bee,"
"Oh, it's been a long time, but not a single one is coming out. -- what is going on?"
"You're not picking your way, are you?"

　At the words of his comrades coming from behind, the bandit who is walking in front of him frowns and looks back.

"I don't think so," I'm moving towards the sort of person who has Sword B. But it can't be helped because they don't show up at all, though it's normal for them to show up."
"...what will happen?"

　Listening to the robber's words, the leader muttered suspiciously.
　It's obviously strange that since I started looking for Sword Bee in the dungeon, I haven't encountered one yet.
　Of course, Sword Bee lives outside of this third basement. So if you don't encounter him here, it's past the mind of a leader. But I still didn't make the choice immediately because I felt something was wrong. Yes, his intuition as an adventurer who has been diving into dungeon for some time is appealing.

(What do you do? Clearly something is going to happen.) 　...will you step back for now?)

　The leader himself thinks so, but it was one step late.

"Here it is! It's Sword B!"

　The bandit who was leading the way screams so. The people around him, hearing that, were finally ready to fight with a sigh of relief.

"Wait!"

　The thief again screams. However, the voice is a strange one, and eventually the expression becomes stronger.

"This number of feathers... This is... bad! It's not a number of ten or twenty. If you're bad at it, you'll find more than fifty!"
"What!"

　The voice of the bandit man and the voice of the other members who can't help but respond.
　But a man of leadership is quick to judge, regardless of his companionship.

"Well, I'll step back for a momentarily. There's something wrong. Or..."

　At that time, what passed through the minds of the leaders was Ray's conversation with the magicians.
　I'm afraid this is the result of the two of them doing something. Anyway, we should get out of here and get ready again.
　The decision was quick, but slow to deal with the situation.

"He's coming from behind!"

　As the thief screams, a large number of Sword B's appear from back and forth as if they were in sync. About 50 from the front and a little less than 40 from the back. Moreover, perhaps because they were in the center of the crossroads, some numbers are approaching from the left and right and left.

"Hey, we're all ready to fight! There's a lot, but after all it's just Sword B. If you get one shot, you'll die right away! Think of this as a chance to get lots of magical stones!"

　Even so, they have to admit their disadvantage, and enter into battle busily thinking about how to bring their younger brothers back to earth.
　The leader's words were actually right. Sword Bee is an easy opponent for men and luckily knocks them down.
　But when the number of enemies was so great that they could not reach out to the enemy from behind, and they began to panic.

　It's roaring!

　Almost all of the nearly forty Sword Bees approaching from behind are instantly engulfed in flames, instantly burned out, and the demons all turn into ashes.
　The temperature in the passageway rose momentarily, and the sweat of heat, or cold sweat, came to my forehead.

"Do you need help?"

　The familiar voice of the leader opens his eyes.
　There was a boy with a huge sickle of over two meters, a dignified beautiful woman with a connecting sword in her hand, a Gryphon moaning in her throat, and a little dragon flying in the air without disturbing the battle.