Inside the Chairman's office, Mao is sitting right next to me.
　He had been sitting directly in front of me, across the table, until he moved his tail to sit beside me.

'Um ...... chairman?'
What is it?
Why, in fact, why are you standing next to me?
I don't care.
Don't worry about it.

　It's hard not to care in this situation.
　Mao is smiling and staring at me with sparkling eyes.

　It's probably because - since he found out I'm "A's Max" - that's what he's doing.
　I can clearly see that it's probably why he missed me (、、、、).

　That being said, I coughed and changed the subject.

'Speaking of which, when is the Dungeon Master coming out?'
Two days later, I'm on the 20th floor at the Lantern.
Are you sure about this prediction?
It's the alcohol talking.
Yeah?　What do you mean?

　When Mao nodded his head at his words, Terre, who was standing up, replied.

The chairman is able to predict the timing of the dungeon master's appearance based on the quality of the alcohol. It's a hundred percent accurate.
Is that so?
Nah!

　Mao made the V-sign.
　In this way, she's just a cute girl, but she even has such a special skill.

''Does the quality increase when the time comes closer for the Dungeon Master to come out or something?　No. Will it go down?

　The dungeon master who controls the dungeon itself.
　The fact that he's only occasionally.

Spawned when the dungeon is full of stuff.
When something goes missing from the dungeon, it comes out and replenishes itself.

　I expected two patterns.
　I'm imagining mana and sentience and things like that.

　But--

No, no. When the dungeon master is about to come out, he gets all boozy and smells like crap.
I'll call you Mr.

　I don't get it," came to my mind.
　It's the work of a genius, a complete sensibility type.

　Anyway, if you say it's a hundred percent, I'd appreciate that.
　That's why Eric must have made this plan.

　Then on the day... and that's when I started to formulate the plan in my head.
　I noticed that Mao was staring at me even more.

　I'm sure you'll be able to find a way to make it work.

''What's going on?''
I'll know what time I'm leaving tomorrow.
You mean you can see the details as you get closer?
Nah!

　Mao nodded, and his eyes grew more and more expectant as he looked at me expectantly.
　I thought for a moment, then.

'Well, when you figure it out, you'll be the first to tell me.
Mao will do it!

　She was so pleased that she jumped up and spun around in a circle in a flash.

　Apparently, she missed him quite a bit.

　　　　　☆

　An inn in the city of Filin at night.
　Taking a large room, I placed the beer on the diagonal and waited at a distance.
　A short time later, a flaming footman hatched from the beer into a huggle.

'Don't!　--Repetition

　I used the repetition in a hurry.
　The flames worn by the flaming footman scraped the wall a bit.

''It should have been wine: ......

　While reflecting on it, I checked the drop of the haglemono.
　What the flaming footman dropped was a bullet.

　A completely new bullet, a bullet I've never seen before.

''If it's a special bullet or ......, then we'll have to mass produce it first.

　I left the inn and wandered around the city.
　Filin, the city of breweries.
　The lowest-ranked cheapest liquor is offered throughout the city for free.

　We found all sorts of booze in barrels.
　The beer is ...... flaming foot soldier is probably bad, and will probably ignite with what I'm about to do.
　I checked the tars with the wine in them and carried them out of town.

　I left the tull in an unpopular place, away from the city.

　And keep my distance.
　After a while, an ice footman hatched from inside the tull.

'Repetition!'

　I used my magic to defeat the ice footman.
　A new special bullet entered the porch.

　Soon, another ice footman came out of Tal again.

　Tull's liquor, it's like water of life.
　Monsters hatched out of it, one after another.

　I didn't use the bullets.
　That's what I didn't do with the beer.
　Wine and a gun, I don't think that would ignite it, but in the procedure of bringing a whole tal of booze and hatching one haggle after another, I avoid any action that might ignite it.

　Repetition in this case is the best solution, not a sideways approach.

　Take them down with Repetition as soon as they hatch and get a special bullet in the pouch.
　Each time they hatched, the liquor in the tars decreased.

　Eventually the contents of the tull became empty and the last one ice footman.

'We've accumulated a few, let's test them.

　I ran out of booze, so I felt free to pull out my gun and load a new special bullet.

　I loaded it and fired at the ice footman.
　The moment it hit, the ice footman burst into flames.

　It wasn't just a flaming bullet, it was a blue flame.

"Alcohol?

　I thought to myself, "I see.
　It reminded me of an alcohol lamp I used in a class experiment when I was in middle school or so.
　The flames from that time are these colors, but

It's even bluer than that.

　It was a perfect blue, without any of the red and orange colors of the flame.
　It could be called blue.

So that's what we call a blue flame bombshell.

　I fired another shot, and for comparison, I also fired a fireball.
　The two types of flames, red and blue, next to each other, are spectacular.

......

　After the two types of flames were extinguished, I raised my gun again.
　A flame round on one side and a blue flame round on the other.

　I fired both at the same time, overlapping their trajectories and fusing them together.

''Huh?　It's so hot that you can't see anything--!

　I was wondering why nothing happened the moment they fused together, but the next moment a tremendous heat hit me.
　There's a fire show at a concert or something like that, but the heat hits you in an instant, even from a distance.

　The heat was nearly a hundred times greater than that.

　I quickly crossed my arms and guarded them while I kicked the ground and jumped back in a big way.

　I got some distance away from the heat, I realized.
　It wasn't for nothing, the space where the fusion bullets originated appeared distorted.
　Shimmer. Just like the scene on the road looks distorted under the blazing sun in the middle of summer, the landscape is far more shimmering and distorted than that.

　A fusion bullet of flame and blue flame bullets.
　The invisible flame is like a fusion bullet that emits a ridiculous amount of heat.

　If you shoot it at a nearby tree to try it out.

'...... Hey, hey, this is too bad.'

　Not even ashes remained, and the invisible flames had consumed everything in an instant.