Beside the passage leading to the 68th floor beneath Fáfnir―――
「Fohohohohoho, wait up, Tres dear～」
Tres is running for her life.
She’s in an all-out sprint, showing form that would make a track athlete green with envy.
She’s tried everything since this all started.
From her highly-enhanced “Extreme Sunbeam” to other fire magic taught to her by Elibel, a flurry of slashes from the degraded Sacred Sword Leviathan, she’s tested every method of attack on this pervert in front of her, but he merely shrugs it all off.
Why doesn’t he die?
Why doesn’t he burn?
It’s all beyond comprehension. Utterly nonsensical.
It’s as if this old man is living in a different dimension, given the level of absurdity. Her sanity is being chipped away at.
Her spirit is breaking.
She’s about to cry.
No, she can’t afford to cry.
If she does, she feels like it would only bring this pervert joy.
After all, this pervert reeks of the same scent as Elibel.
Primarily as a pervert.
Remembering Elibel’s delight when she had once burst into tears out of frustration during a magic practice still makes her skin crawl.
『Oh my, Tres dear, your tears have come! Allow me to wipe them with my tongue! Right off your face!』
She had attacked, then.
It’s unacceptable. Too repulsive.
A trauma in the making.
Nothing but a nightmare.
She had let her guard down, thinking she was being taught magic.
Perverts will always be perverts.
Had Dos not happened to be passing by and blown her away with his magic at the last second, who knows what would have happened?
No, that doesn’t matter now.
The problem at hand is of utmost importance.
「Stay away, pervert! — Red flame! Cloud their vision and hinder my enemy! ‘Red Smoke’!」
With a “pofun,” a red smoke appears in front of Othel.
It’s a beginner fire magic, 『Red Smoke』.
Essentially, it’s just a smoke screen.
「Fohohohohoho, it doesn’t work! It’s not working, dear!」
With a “pofun,” from within the smoke, the perverted gentleman comes right towards Tres without hesitation.
How does he know exactly where she is!?
She’s already left the floor with the dungeon boss and is running around freely within the dungeon, but this old man has completely locked onto Tres and isn’t letting her out of his sight.
She just wants him to die already.
「What… what should I do…」
Tres isn’t good at thinking things through.
The enemy is to be burnt, killed. It’s simple.
But, this pervert doesn’t burn, doesn’t die.
This is as difficult as it gets.
This match-up is the worst, both in terms of character and tactics.
What kind of monster is this pervert, anyway?
If she knew that, she might find a way to counterattack, but Tres isn’t good at thinking things through.
She’s on the verge of tears.
Hold back, hold back, hold back.
Crying would only delight that pervert.
Where is this place anyway?
She’s run so much that she feels she’s descended quite a bit.
With that in mind, she arrives at a fork in the road.
Right or left, which way should she go?
No time to hesitate! The pervert is catching up from behind.
She has no choice but to go forward.
「Let’s… let’s go right for now―――」
As she tries to turn right―――that’s when it happens.
「Fohohohohoho, Tres dear. Are we done playing tag?」
The pervert has flanked her!
There’s no escape!
Blocking her way, the criminal, cloaked in the name of a pervert, blushes and waits.
He’s caught up.
No, he’s outflanked her.
How fast is this pervert!?
「Now, Tres dear, let’s―――」
A cold shiver runs down her spine, and she instinctively evades.
She has no choice but to turn left.
This is beyond her control now. It’s a reflex.
She screams at the top of her lungs.
She’s probably screaming louder than she ever has in her life.
If it’s come to this, she’ll run to the ends of the earth.
Determined, Tres resumes her escape.
It’s not that she’s forgotten about saving her father, Earth, or about reuniting with Ann and the others, but there’s nothing she can do about the current situation.
After all, she’s scared of the pervert.
As Tres flees, Othel looks on affectionately.
But only for a moment.
His expression quickly turns serious.
「Hmm… As I thought, after our exchanges until now, I am convinced―――」
With a glint, Othel’s monocle sparkles.
He adjusts his slightly askew silk top hat.
His expression is nothing if not serious.
While wearing a solemn face, Othel makes a bold statement.
「Tres―――――she’s not wearing a bra!!」
His eyes widen in shock, and he confirms his suspicion.
Oh, by the way, undergarments like bras and drawers do exist in this world, just for your information.
「The way her clothes shift while moving, the glimpse of skin seen when she bends down, the faint outline visible through her clothes, the scent… there is no mistaking it…」
His breathing grows heavy, deep.
Ah, little girls are truly wonderful. They’re the best.
He admires her budding youth from behind, while chasing her around.
Excitement. Fear. Happiness.
「Oh, my… I’ve gone so far as to have a nosebleed…」
With a handkerchief he pulls from who-knows-where, he wipes his nose.
This is bad, very bad.
A most ungentlemanly blunder.
Always be sincere. Keep excitement inward. Maintain a cool exterior. Fantasies are for the mind. Always be composed and gracious.
That is the spirit, the stance, the pride of one who adores little girls.
Now, it’s time to resume the game of chase, which may also be called a crime.
「Fohoho, hurry up, or―――」
With those words, he prepares to chase after Tres.
「…hurry up, or I might actually catch you.」
A momentary sense of discomfort.
But without batting an eye, his cheeks flushing, Othel resumes the chase.
「Noooooooooo!! Don’t come near me, you pervert!!」
The Extreme Sunbeam grazes his cheek, but it’s not a problem.
If he continues like this, he’ll make it “just in time”.
Now, let’s continue this fun and exciting game of chase.
In the 70th floor of Fáfnir, 『The Steel Liquid Room』―――
The fierce battle between slimes was intensifying.
Pechin-pechin!←The sound of tentacles of slimes snapping.
Gukya! Buchibuchibuchi!←The sound of monsters caught in the crossfire and killed.
Bechin! Goshhaaaaaaaaaa!←The sound of snapping tentacles and a wall shattering.
Bechaa! Meki.←The sound of monsters caught and killed.
Juwoooooooooo!←The sound of the entire floor (and everything caught within it) dissolving in acid.
「Pu!? Puu… Pururuuuuu!」←Ljung
Bikibikibikibiki!!!←The sound of hardening, the slimes enhancing their own rigidity.
「Pu!? Pu, puu! Puuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!」←Pururu
Bokobokoboko!! Zugashaaaaaaaaaaaa←The sound of expansion and subsequent explosion.
―――Caught and killed.
「Pu!? Pu, pu?」←Pururu
「Pupupu. Puru-, purupu.」←Ljung
Pechin-pechin-pechin←The sound of tens of thousands of tentacles snapping against each other.
Zugagagagaga!←The sound of something breaking.←
Zudon!←The sound of something being penetrated.
Bakibakibaki!!←The sound of something breaking apart.
Gyaaaaaaaaaaaa!!←Scream A of a monster caught in the crossfire.
Gishaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!←Scream B of a monster caught in the crossfire.
Oooooooooo―――. ←Scream C of a monster caught in the crossfire.
「Pua!? Puu… Puu… Pu…」←Ljung
Tarari←The sound effect for cold sweat.
Shushushu←The sound of a shadow-boxing flurry of tentacles.
Kokuri←The sound of nodding.
Gogogogogogo…←The common sound in any charging or assaulting scenario.
「「PUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!」」←Both Pururu and Ljung.
Engulfed ← Omitted.
Engul ← Omitted.
Eng ← Omitted…
Su~←The sound of a tentacle being extended.
「Pu… Purupu!? Pu, pu-pu! Puru!」←Ljung
Gashi!←The sound of tentacles clasping each other.
――――The match has been decided.
And so, a period is put at the end of the intense battle between the slimes.
Amidst the complete destruction and on top of hundreds of dead monsters, two slimes laugh together.
There were two slimes in the dungeon, crossing the boundaries of their species, clasping hands.
No one was there to criticize or demand more situational descriptions, no one to say the conversation was too casual.
After all, there was no one there except for them.
In the 70th floor of Fáfnir, 『The Steel Liquid Room』―――
WINNER Pururu and Ljung.
LOSER The monsters of the dungeon, caught in the crossfire.
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