To be honest, I think I’m quite the mild-mannered guy, even if I say so myself.
Back in my previous life, when I was still human, I never shouted at someone for their mistakes. Whenever something happened, I’d always apologize first, trying to keep things smooth and avoid making enemies.
One of my juniors, Hanada, even once commented, “Your personality doesn’t match your name at all.”
Well… I didn’t particularly like my name either.
Anyway, getting mad or upset with someone just wasn’t something I often experienced.
People might say I’m too laid-back.
Maybe I’m complacent, lacking caution, a “go with the flow” guy, utterly ordinary, insignificant, always caught between two sides. Some might say I’m just an inconsequential side character.
But that’s just who I am.
Even after reincarnating as an earth dragon, I believe I haven’t changed.
No matter my form, I’m still me.
My core nature remains the same.
At my core, I’m a “slacker,” the complete opposite of anger.
In fact, the only time I truly lost my cool was when that damn Dragon Slayer nearly killed me, splitting my dungeon in half.
That was when a white powder reversed my mental.
In other words, it’s rare for me to get genuinely angry.
―――Or so I thought…
I look at the black mist engulfing Fafnir’s dungeon.
Today, at this moment, for the first time in my life, I feel true anger.
It feels like something hot, like magma, is surging up from the depths of my heart.
A powerful urge to absolutely annihilate the one responsible for this.
Perhaps it’s the accumulation of all the suppressed feelings from before.
Ah, I see.
So, this is what it feels like to be genuinely angry.
It’s truly unbearable.
With a deep exhale, I start moving.
My destination? Elibel’s laboratory.
At Elibel’s laboratory―――
As I step through the teleportation gate, the room’s master, Elibel, is nowhere to be found.
Neither is her servant.
A few skeletons busily arrange magic tools and materials.
『Elibel isn’t here… I kinda figured, though…』
She’s probably involved in this recent incident.
It’s the only explanation for her absence right now.
Without hesitation, I head to the material storage room, searching for something specific.
What I find is a pill, about the size of a marble.
Ground powder from the Earth Dragon’s Spine.
Commonly known as “white powder.”
A forbidden substance that reverses one’s mental.
And this is its pill form.
『…Thanks for the treat.』
I pop it into my mouth and swallow without a second thought.
A taste reminiscent of mint spreads through my mouth.
I close my eyes.
A cool sensation sweeps through my mind.
I focus inward, concentrating on my consciousness.
My brain, my awareness, my perception, my inner spirit, they all flip.
Another deep sigh.
Slowly, I open my eyes.
I reconfirm the raging emotions coursing within me.
Ah, as I suspected.
Even after taking the Earth Dragon’s Spine Pill, my anger doesn’t subside.
The spine probably doesn’t affect the core essence of one’s spirit, even if it reverses the mental.
Perhaps it can’t invert truly deep-seated emotions, those felt with utmost sincerity.
Meaning, the anger I felt wasn’t superficial.
It was genuine, and this experience reaffirms it.
Now, I feel calm.
A calm, silent rage.
I feel like I could take on any opponent right now, employ any cruel method necessary.
Indeed… I’m even considering using “that” I’ve always hesitated to use.
Upon leaving the storage room, the skeletons watch me, serving and waiting with bated breath.
Their bones tremble subtly.
Ah, I get it.
They’ve been affected by the magical power I’ve been emanating.
Sorry about that.
I effortlessly release the pressure of the magic power I’ve been exuding.
With the effects of the spine pill in play and my mental inverted, it’s easy to do so.
The skeletons gaze at me.
『My apologies. Please, return to your tasks.』
At my words, they scatter and resume their duties, reminiscent of baby spiders dispersing.
Now, onto the next matter.
Over at Fafnir’s, that black mist and his minions are probably still battling.
I send a thought transmission to Ann and the others.
Within the dungeon’s deepest layer, the “Abyss Room”―――
Excluding Elibel, Una, Dos, and those who are outside or defending Fafnir, I’ve gathered all the subordinates that could be summoned.
I check the current situation with Ann and Gijie.
The black mist that has appeared in Fafnir is proving to be more troublesome than anticipated.
Robun is leading the defense against it, and from what I hear, they’re barely managing to hold the front lines.
『For now, the Great Forest and other surface areas show no changes. Also, reports from our bird-type watchers say that the black mist is spreading throughout the Hà Giang Empire.』
Ann provides a concise update.
『And… we still haven’t located Elibel and Berg.』
Well, it’s typical Elibel.
She’d know how to avoid detection from the bird-type watchers.
I believe she’s still alive.
『Those two! Where on earth could they be during this crisis?!』
She’s not the only one feeling this way.
Many here are growing more suspicious of Elibel’s absence.
『For now, we’ll deal with Elibel and Berg later. Our priority is the black mist engulfing Fafnir.』
『…I apologize for my earlier outburst.』
Reluctantly, Ann nods in agreement.
『Lord Earth, allow us to join the defense of Fafnir. We’ll need to leave the depths, but we can’t ignore that mist.』
『Of course. I’m going too.』
『Understood, we’ll prepare right――――wait… what?』
Ann, who was about to move, suddenly stops in her tracks.
『Lord Earth…? What did you just say?』
Ann asks cautiously, her voice quivering.
The others are equally stunned.
What’s wrong? Did I say something strange?
『We’re heading to defend Fafnir, right? You don’t need my permission for that. We should quickly go to support Robun and the others.』
『Right, my apologies. I misunderstood, I thought—』
『And I’ll be going too.』
Why are they all silent?
Ann snaps back to reality, her gaze fixed on me.
『…Sorry, what did you just say?』
『I said, I’m going too』
Another moment of silence.
Ann and the others let out a chorus of disbelief.
Whispers and murmurs ripple through the crowd of subordinates around us.
「Wait, Dad’s going outside?」「This is chaos… absolute chaos… erm, indeed.」「Pururu? Pu…rurururury…」「This is unthinkable! The end of the world!」Everyone is mumbling, beads of sweat forming on their foreheads.
…Are they overreacting a bit?
『―――Analysis complete. The match to the magic emanating from the subject exceeds 99.99%. Without a doubt, the individual is Lord Earth.』
Gijie’s emotionless robotic voice chimes in.
Thanks, Gijie, but sometimes words can be more dangerous than weapons.
If I hadn’t taken the white powder, I might’ve died from shock.
Ann slowly approaches me, bowing deeply.
『Lord Earth… You must be under a lot of stress. It’s all due to our inadequacies. We might not be the most reliable, but please wait a little longer. We’ll ensure your peace of mind. Please, trust us again and take some rest…』
Ann’s voice is filled with warmth and concern.
Hold on, Ann. You’ve got it all wrong.
What have you all been thinking about me this whole time?
After wiping away a tear, determination fills Ann’s face.
『All of you, stand up! We will eliminate anyone who tries to disturb Lord Earth’s peace!』
My subordinates and golems in the Abyss Room roar in unison.
Wait, hang on…
「We won’t allow it! Whoever made our beloved Master Earth even think of stepping outside… We will turn them to ash!」
Elja’s body emanates a fearsome heat alongside her magic.
Hey, are you even listening to me?
「Pururu, let’s do our best to keep Dad inside!」
Tres and Pururu rise, their faces filled with determination.
Hey, I think there’s a bit of a misunderstanding here.
I didn’t say anything weird, did I?
I can go outside if I want to.
It’s not like I’m a shut-in or something.
「I swear, I’ll kill them all… indeed.」
Rasetsu murmurs, gazing at his unsheathed blade.
I’m seriously on the verge of tears right now…
『Elja, Rasetsu! Follow me! We’re going to get rid of that mist!』
『Pururu, Tres, you two need to protect and heal Lord Earth! He’s exhausted right now! He needs your care!』
『All the rest of you, get in position! The enemies that have caused Lord Earth so much distress that he’s even thinking of going outside must be dealt with! There’s no need for restraint or mercy! We’ll annihilate them all!』
Ann raises her sword, shouting,
『For Lord Earth’s peace! For the dungeon’s tranquility! Let’s goooooooooo!』
And with that, they energetically head through the teleportation gate, off to the battlefield.
Left behind, there’s just me.
Beside me are Pururu and Tres.
「Dad, it’s okay. Wanna eat some magic stone with me? They’re really tasty.」
Both of them gaze at me with eyes full of love.
Crunch, crunch, crunch, swallow.
…This magic stone tastes a bit salty.
Even with my mental reversed, this is a bit hard to swallow.
And just like that, my enthusiasm is dashed.
By none other than my own subordinates.
Alright then, time to prepare for battle.
I slowly head deeper, towards the innermost part of the abyss.
Near the entrance of the first layer of Fafnir―――
Robun, along with the monsters and golems residing in Fafnir, is trying to eliminate the black mist.
「Darn, what an annoying foe.」
Robun mutters, clearly frustrated.
It’s rare to see him this flustered.
Well, given he’s a skeleton, he doesn’t really have facial expressions, but you can tell he’s agitated.
The issue is that his magic isn’t particularly effective against this black mist.
It probably absorbs the magical power, nullifying its power.
For Robun, who primarily uses magic, this mist is like his worst nightmare.
That said, close combat and physical attacks aren’t much help either.
Just now, a golem approached the mist and was immediately ensnared by dark tendrils that drained its magical power.
Devoid of its energy and its magic core shattered, the golem collapses on the spot.
Robun swings his large scythe, trying to cut through the black mist, still cursing under his breath.
What exactly is this black mist?
Is it a monster? Or some kind of phenomenon?
He can’t even determine that.
Gijie is working on an analysis, but it doesn’t seem promising since no updates have been provided.
If only Elibel were here…
He can’t help but think that.
Elibel’s analytical and insightful capabilities far surpass Robun’s.
In situations like these, the standard tactic is to pit an opponent that matches well against the threat, based on her and Gijie’s analysis.
If Earth is the heart of the dungeon, supplying it with endless magical power, then Elibel can be considered its brain.
It’s only now, in her absence, that he truly feels the weight of her importance.
What could she be doing right now?
「With her, there must be a reason for everything…」
Still, the timing couldn’t be worse.
How reassuring it would be if she were by his side, fighting alongside him.
「No… Thinking like that would only make me a laughingstock.」
He’s been honing his skills to stand beside her, and now he’s thinking of relying on her?
Does someone as weak as that deserve to stand next to her?
The answer is a clear no.
Robun, as the top follower of Fafnir, shakes his head, annoyed at his own thoughts.
He pushes away the distractions and refocuses.
Waving his scythe to clear away the mist, Robun starts giving orders.
「Those who can only engage in close combat, fall back! Those who can cast barriers, move to the front! Use cannons and long-range magic to gradually thin out the black mist!」
The golems and monsters quickly rearrange their formation, hoping to transition from their purely defensive stance.
「If it’s a monster, there must be a ‘magic core’ somewhere…」
Where could it be?
If this black mist is a monster, it should be appearing based on some kind of pattern or rule.
Lost in thought for just a moment, Robun’s guard drops.
Seizing the opportunity, dark tendrils from the mist wrap around him.
「Tch. This is bad―――」
He realizes his mistake too late.
The encroaching tendrils relentlessly drain his magical power.
「Damn it, is this the end―――」
Robun grumbles, preparing to counter with a spell. But in the next instant―――
The black tendrils enveloping him are slashed apart.
『Really, Robun? Is this how the top follower of the dungeon acts?』
Robun whirls around.
Standing there is Ann, with Elja and Rasetsu right behind her.
「Thanks for the save.」
『No problem. More than that…』
Ann looks intently at the black mist before them.
『Is this the intruder?』
She asks, her voice tinted with disbelief.
After all, it’s just black mist – though the malicious magical aura it emits is undeniable.
「Yes, it’s a ‘black mist’ that suddenly appeared inside the dungeon. According to Gijie’s report, the entrance leading to the imperial capital is covered with this mist.」
Ann murmurs, observing the mist closely.
A tendril, sensing her magic, shoots out, attempting to ensnare her.
But faster than a blink, Ann slices through the tendril. It hisses and evaporates.
「Be careful, those tendrils from the mist react to magic. They attack and drain the magical power. To be honest, they’re a pain to deal with.」
Having seen the mist in action, Ann simply replies,
『Is that so? Then it’s no problem.』
Holding her greatsword at the ready, Ann takes a deep breath and slowly exhales.
『If this mist attacks in response to magical power, then it means nothing to me.』
While deftly cutting down the incoming tendrils one after another, Ann continues,
『Robun, Elja, Rasetsu. I’ll clear the path. Follow me.』
With a powerful kick off the ground, she dashes forward.
The counterattack from the dungeon’s defenders begins.
Near the entrance of the imperial capital, Fáfnir―――
「Well… I’ve been keeping an eye out, but… honestly, I can’t imagine anything actually happening~」
Perched atop the lid covering Fáfnir’s dungeon entrance sits a man, lounging casually.
He’s dressed like a jester.
This is Dream Mist Joker, one of the divine disaster monsters.
「This mist creates a subspace, cutting off the inside from the outside world. It’s like they’re inside my body… or a dungeon. There’s no way they can break through… Yawn~」
He yawns dramatically.
Just beside him, the residents of the imperial capital suffer, their magic and souls being drained.
「Hmm… Looks like there are some folks trying to fight back.」
Given the ongoing continental conference, many skilled adventurers have flocked to the city.
The ones fighting now are likely guards who couldn’t fit into the conference room.
They seem to be holding their own against Joker’s mist, but only just.
「Well, it’s just ‘barely’ anyways.」
While lying back leisurely, Joker infuses a bit more magic into the mist the adventurers are battling.
「What the…? It’s suddenly stronger…!」「Aaaaahhhhhhh!」「Damn it! I can’t keep up!」「Hey! Is there anyone here who can use healing magic?!」「Someone, help meeeee!」
In no time, the tide of the battle shifts dramatically in Joker’s favor.
It’s expected, after all.
He’s a divine disaster monster.
Even A or S-Rank adventurers can’t really measure up.
If he gets serious, it’s game over.
There’s simply no way mere humans can challenge him.
「Instead of resisting in vain, just hurry up and offer your magic and souls to Senior Rias.」
Joker mutters indifferently as he watches the struggling adventurers, seemingly devoid of any real emotion.
Looking up at the sky, cloaked in the same black mist, he sees a floating altar made of the same dark fog.
Rias is probably up there, performing a ritual to revive the Death Dragon.
The needed magic power is gathering steadily.
Troublesome foes like Jibru, Elibel, and Léna-Lloyd are outside the barrier.
Everything is going according to plan.
But then, a thought strikes him.
「…If, just if, someone could actually break in… the entrance of Fáfnir here would be the most likely spot. But… nothing’s happening, huh…」
If by any chance the barrier is broken, this place, adjacent to the dungeon, is the most likely spot.
That’s why he’s personally keeping watch here, but nothing happens.
「Man, maybe I should’ve just asked Aoba and his crew to handle this.」
For the defense of the Black Altar, Joker is assigned to “Fáfnir’s entrance”.
Lau Lan Fan to the “Imperial Castle” below the altar.
And Aoba Kirishima to the “walls adjacent to where Jibru and the others are”.
By the way, Suiren and another girl are tasked with patrolling the entirety of the imperial capital, looking for any suspicious figures.
Although Joker decided on this assignment, he might have miscalculated.
Mostly because it’s just too boring.
He feels a faint anomaly.
It’s coming from beneath the lid he’s sitting on, emanating from Fáfnir.
「Just now… there was a weird reaction in the barrier.」
The black mist invading the entire imperial capital and Fáfnir is a part of Joker’s body.
Thus, he can detect even the slightest disturbance.
Something is moving within the barrier, through the black mist.
「…Hmm… What is this…」
The smile beneath his mask grows wider.
It seems his intuition wasn’t wrong after all.
Indeed, “this place” seems to be the most crucial defense point.
「It looks like… Senior Rias’s intuition was right.」
This is a bit surprising.
An unexpected development.
But, because he has unwavering confidence, regardless of what happens, he welcomes this “intruder”.
The next moment, countless fissures appear, and the lidy of Fáfnir collapses.
Amidst the debris, Joker expertly navigates through the falling pieces and lands on the rooftop of a nearby building.
A cloud of dust rises.
From within that, a voice echoes.
『―――Looks like we hit the jackpot right off the bat.』
A clear female voice resonates.
It speaks directly into his mind.
A thought transmission.
「…Who are you?」
The answer emerges from the smoke.
A singular ant queen, blacker than the darkest night, stands before him.
In her hand, she wields a massive greatsword, and a simple-colored cloak flutters behind her.
『Who am I? You should already know.』
She retorts, her sword poised and emanating an intense wave of magical energy.
『I am… your ‘enemy’.』
And so, the Black Ant Queen and Dream Mist meet.
The lid set up at the entrance of Fáfnir collapses.
A man, dressed like a jester, looks down upon Ann.
The instant she sees him, Ann’s intuition tells her that this man is the source of the mist.
（Such tremendous magical power…）
Ann briefly glances at her crumbled surroundings.
（Looks like only I’ve made it to ‘this side’… Elja and the others still haven’t made it through…）
It seems she’s the only one who managed to break through the black mist barrier.
The man before her doesn’t seem to be making a move.
「Well, breaking through my mist? Quite the audacious one you are… Wait, huh?」
As the smoke clears and Ann’s figure becomes visible, Joker lets out a surprised exclamation.
「Hold on… aren’t you Mýrus? Why are you here!?」
That was a completely unexpected line for Ann.
「Huh, aren’t you supposed to be dead? But… how? The Death Dragon hasn’t revived yet… resurrection should still be impossible… yet…」
Facing the puzzled Joker, Ann thinks, Not this again.
This is the third time she’s heard that name.
The first from Earth’s mother, Jibru.
The second from the Celestial Dragon, Yamu.
「No… but if it’s Mýrus, it’s not entirely impossible.」
Joker mutters to himself, seemingly reaching some sort of conclusion.
「The ‘power’ of Mýrus was, in a way, more troublesome than even senior Rias. Yep, but that doesn’t matter now. By coming here, it means you’ve decided to help us, right, Mýrus?」
From behind his mask, Joker’s voice is cheery.
「I’m so thrilled! Among ‘them’, I genuinely liked both senior Rias and Mýrus! Meeting you again like this… it’s beyond my wildest dreams. I’m truly overjoyed, Mýrus!」
「Huh? What was that? I couldn’t hear you, Mýrus? Anyway, let’s go greet senior Rias at the altar! She’ll be so thrilled to know you’re alive—」
『I said, SILENCE!』
In a single bound, she closes the distance between them and swings her massive sword in a horizontal arc. Joker narrowly dodges by a hair’s breadth.
「Wha—? Hold up, what the heck are you doing?!」
Joker’s voice trembles, unable to hide his shock.
In response, Ann declares,
『My name is Ann! I’m not Mýrus or anyone else!』
Being mistaken for someone else, being seen as someone she’s not—it’s more than just an annoyance to Ann.
The name given to her by her master, “Ann,” is sacred to her.
She’s Ann, and no one else. Not this “Mýrus” or anyone else for that matter.
And having that tarnished is unbearable.
「Huh? What are you talking about, Mýrus? It’s me, Joker of the Dream Mist! Remember? Yamu used to make me dig for magic stones back in the day. You haven’t forgotten, right?」
『I’ve been telling you, you’ve got the wrong person! I am Ann, not Mýrus!』
Ann swings her sword again, but Joker merely dodges, never attempting a counterattack.
Using the black mist he emits, he deflects her large sword and puts distance between them.
「Wait…you’re not her? That can’t be…」
Joker mumbles in disbelief.
『Wha—? What is this…』
A massive burst of black mist and magic erupts from Joker.
The sheer pressure from his rage cracks the nearby buildings.
「…You’re kidding me. You’ve got to be kidding!」
Anger overflows from Joker.
「How dare you! Of all things, impersonating Mýrus is in seriously bad taste! I’ll kill you!」
『The feeling’s mutual!』
What a nonsensical situation.
This anger belongs to me!
Magic surges from Ann as black mist pours from Joker’s entire body.
The mist transforms into tentacle-like shapes, lunging at Ann.
In total, there are twelve of them.
『If dodging all of them is impossible… then!』
Ann unleashes a barrage of acid bullets.
In the blink of an eye, they hit the black tentacles, slightly diverting their course.
As expected, the acid isn’t absorbed.
It seems the black mist only reacts to magical energy.
Ignoring the tentacles she’s thrown off course, Ann slashes through the remaining ones with her great sword in a single fluid motion.
『Physical attacks seem more effective against this mist.』
Ann concludes from their exchange.
And she’s right.
「You’re quite capable for an imposter! But I’m just getting started!」
More black mist pours out of Joker.
It’s so dense and endless; it feels like the night sky is descending upon them.
The magical energy it emanates is also immense.
Like rain, the black tentacles fall, and Ann narrowly dodges and slices through them.
『Kuh, there are too many of them!』
And it’s not just their number.
The magical energy surrounding the tentacles is denser than before.
She can’t dodge them all.
A tentacle finally wraps around Ann’s left arm, and she feels her magical energy rapidly draining.
With all her strength, she slices the tentacle off with her great sword.
But the black tentacles multiply and continue their assault on Ann.
「Heh! It’s over! I don’t know how an imposter like you broke through the barrier, but that’s all you are—an imposter! Stop disgracing that form… Stop disgracing Mýrus’ form any further!」
Black tentacles attack from every direction.
But Ann doesn’t raise her sword to defend.
Instead, she seems to be deeply focusing on something, taking a deep breath.
She just stands there, motionless.
Isn’t she going to counterattack?
Joker wonders, but he doesn’t care.
If she won’t fight, he’ll just finish her off.
「You’re going to die, imposter!」
A massive wave of black tentacles surges towards Ann, intent on crushing her.
But the moment the black tentacles touch Ann…
They all vanish, literally turning into mist and disappearing.
Caught off guard, Joker lets out a dumbfounded exclamation.
He clearly didn’t see that coming and is visibly flustered.
「Why…? Why did my mist disappear? Why?」
In what seems like a desperate move, Joker releases the black tentacles again from all directions, trying to strike Ann.
But the outcome remains unchanged.
The black tentacles evaporate into mist just before reaching Ann.
『It seems there’s a delay after the first use before it can be activated again. Well, it can’t be helped. If I weren’t in ‘that state’, I couldn’t have broken through the barrier…』
Ann lifts her head, her gaze locking onto Joker.
『You asked me, didn’t you? How I was able to break through this barrier.』
Joker shivers, a cold sweat running down his back.
What’s this feeling?
『Let me show you the answer.』
Gracefully, Ann positions her great sword, the Magic Sword Ridill, horizontally.
In the next moment, a transformation occurs.
A pale blue light envelops Ann’s body.
The dazzling light eventually converges, taking shape around Ann.
It’s a translucent armor, shining like a deep sapphire.
Reactively, Joker releases another wave of black tentacles towards Ann.
However, Ann boldly charges right into them!
「Are you kidding me?!」
Joker shouts in astonishment as all the tentacles evaporate upon contact with Ann’s blue armor.
In that brief moment of distraction, the distance between Joker and Ann diminishes.
The magical sword Ridill closes in on Joker.
But Joker, sensing the imminent threat, immediately generates a black mist between them to create distance just as Ann lunges towards him.
Yet, it isn’t a perfect escape.
Ann’s sword slashes Joker’s left shoulder.
Beneath his mask, Joker grimaces in pain.
「What the hell is that form?!」
『Didn’t I tell you? I’d show you the ‘answer’.』
Gracefully, Ann positions her sword, akin to a knight offering a salute.
『I’ve always felt inadequate as a devotee to Lord Earth. I pondered how I could become his sword, his shield… And this is the answer I arrived at.』
Ann recalls a time when she battled a monster in the Fáfnir dungeon.
Focusing solely on close combat, she managed to defeat this formidable creature after a life-threatening struggle.
“Blue Knight” Ragin.
He was a master of martial arts and possessed a unique ability that made him a nemesis to magic users.
The crystallization of his power lay dormant within the Magic Sword Ridill.
And this is precisely why Ann could breach Joker’s barrier.
For Joker, and indeed for anyone wielding magical powers, Ragin’s unique ability is their worst nightmare.
After rigorous training and communicating with the remnants of Ragin’s soul within the sword, Ann succeeded in awakening this power.
If she had to name it―――
『―――Armament Mode – Blue Armor Form.』
In response to Ann’s declaration, the blue armor radiates with intense brilliance.
It’s the pinnacle reached by the master she deeply reveres.
And now, Ann steps into that realm.
『You will vanish, jester. You’ll pay for disturbing our lord’s peace.』
The blue-armored warrior readies her sword, turning its edge towards Joker, the divine disaster monster.
And from a distance, someone is watching.
A little way off from the entrance of the Fafnir dungeon.
Next to a building damaged by the fight between Joker and Ann, stands a lone woman.
Her silver hair flutters in the wind, and she grips a crimson spear.
Once upon a time, she challenged Earth’s dungeon alongside Wald, engaging in fierce combat with Ann.
She’s an S-Rank adventurer. At her feet lies an injured female adventurer.
Her face is painted with shock.
Even if her appearance has somewhat changed, there’s no mistaking that magical aura.
After all, that monster killed her sister. It’s a monster she wishes she could forget but never can.
「Why is that creature – why is that black ant here?!」
Fate is whimsical.
A single choice can drastically alter the outcome.
Away from the dungeon, in a world enveloped by the dark mist, Beldi encounters her.
She found that monster―――Ann.
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