After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

There should be a chance to defeat this dragon.

But if you still can't kill it, then there is only the fourth method.

This was also the method he was most reluctant to use, which was to delay until the arrival of the brave man and the magician.

As for why you are unwilling to use this method.

Because he didn't know what happened after the brave man defeated the dragon.

Will he draw his sword again and attack the monsters behind him?

At least in his previous life, the brave man who grew up was the type who would kill any demon he saw.

However, this is not the real reason.

The real reason is that Murphy, who has recovered some of his memories, is unwilling to see the hero and his teammates.

He was afraid that after seeing those two people, the tragic memories of his past life would resurface.

"..."

"If that really comes to that, let them hide on the fifth floor."

"I don't want to have to fight that hero just to protect these monsters."

Murphy had a lot of thoughts in her mind, but not much time actually passed.

Finally, the flying dragon flew to the city gate and slowly landed.

Due to its huge weight, the soil on the fourth level of the maze was splattered everywhere when it landed.

Murphy heard a loud "boom!" and he even felt that the entire maze trembled slightly.

Only then did he see the dragon's size and appearance clearly.

The dragon's total length was about ten times Murphy's height.

Its head to neck accounts for about one-fifth of its body, and its tail accounts for about half of its body length.

If the now-retracted wings could be fully extended, they would probably be longer than its body.

Just standing there, it brought a huge sense of oppression to Murphy and his group.

The dragon has a body similar to a puma, two huge bat wings, four separate legs, and a pair of horns on its head.

Its entire body is covered with crimson scales, which are glowing.

The tail behind it is long and winding, with a barb at the end.

The four legs end in sharp claws, similar in shape to those of carnivorous birds.

There are several rows of sharp teeth in its slightly open mouth, and its back is covered with sharp thorns, which are its dorsal spines.

The dragon stood not far in front of Murphy, its eyes as bright as torches, looking down at the group of ants standing in front of it.

"call----"

It seemed to exhale a breath, and several sparks burst out from the corners of its mouth.

Then, it opened its mouth wide, revealing its fangs, and roared at Murphy and the monsters behind him.

"Roar----!!!"

A hot wind blew across their faces, and the surrounding grass was tossed by the roar.

Murphy looked at the pair of scarlet eyes with golden halos, and a feeling of fear rose in her heart unconsciously.

That is the fear from the soul of the previous life, and perhaps some weak creatures' instinctive submission to the powerful dragon clan.

This dragon didn't have the "otaku" vibe that Kasina had described. Its crimson body was filled with a tyrannical aura.

Five seconds passed, but nothing happened.

Murphy no longer relied on identification techniques, but decided to experience it for herself.

He gently closed his eyes and slowly drew out the sword hanging at his waist.

Then he lowered himself to the ground, holding his sword horizontally before him, and took a stance facing the dragon.

Then, his eyes reopened and he looked at the dragon with a hateful look on its face.

The corners of Murphy's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a provocative smile.

There was no longer any fear in his eyes.

Chapter 29 Two Adventurers

"Hello, Mr. Gerard Kaliba, and Miss Candice Greathead."

"I am the Cardinal of the Lars Church. My name is Beshop Reed."

"I asked the leader of the Adventurer's Guild to summon you two here."

Old Jed and two others were in the small meeting room of the Adventurer's Guild.

He examined the old man in the red robe before him.

The not-so-much hair was combed back on the head.

On his wrinkled face were a pair of gloomy eyes, with a pair of round-framed glasses above them.

He was wearing a bright red robe that almost reached the ground.

In his right hand he held a scepter, an ornate one-handed ceremonial staff that symbolized church identity.

Old Jed turned his head again to the woman next to him who was called over with him, wearing a gray wizard hat.

He knew this woman, this petite magician named Candice Greathead.

Like herself, she is one of the few remaining S-rank adventurers in Border Lars.

He is very powerful and is an A-level magician at a young age.

Moreover, the magic she cast seemed to be much more powerful than that of magicians of the same level.

Because of her many achievements, she was given her own surname by the Magic Academy of the Kingdom of Leiden.

"The young are truly formidable."

"That Murphy kid is nothing compared to her."

"Hey, why not find an opportunity to introduce them to each other?"

'That will be interesting.'

Old Jed was thinking about all sorts of things in his mind.

But the expression on his old face did not reveal any flaws.

"What do you want from us?"

He turned his head and looked at Cardinal Bishop again and asked.

Beshop nodded first to Old Jed.

Then he glanced at the expressionless old Jed and Candice, whose face was hidden by the brim of her hat, and spoke.

"The goddess sent down an oracle, saying that there will be some problems in Lars's labyrinth recently."

"So I'd like to entrust you to investigate this anomaly."

"After all, you are the few strongest adventurers left in this city."

"The others seemed to be busy with their own affairs and could not be contacted."

Beshop stopped talking and waited quietly for their responses.

"...I need to think about it first and give you an answer in the next few days."

"It doesn't matter."

After a while, Old Jed and Candice left after giving their respective answers.

The next morning, Old Jed saw Murphy who came to him with wine to honor him.

Old Jed was a dirty old scoundrel, a nasty rogue, perhaps even a scumbag.

He himself is well aware of this, and he will exploit others as much as possible without breaking the bottom line.

However, he was reluctant to make use of this disciple who did not have much talent.

Of course, I won’t say it out loud.

"Don't go to the maze recently. If you need money, I'll find you some work."

This was the advice that Old Jed gave Murphy before he left.

But Old Jed knew that the other party didn't listen at all because he didn't give a clear response.

Looking at Murphy's departing back, Old Jed pondered for a long time and dug out two daggers that he had not used for a long time.

The two daggers were his family heirlooms, symbols of their family's head.

But old Jed gave up his noble life and became an adventurer.

And this pair of daggers has been in his hands for more than twenty years.

Old Jed finally went to the Adventurer's Guild and accepted the commission after agreeing on a departure time.

This is his duty as the viscount of this country, and he has the responsibility to protect Lars, the border town.

As for the real reason, who knows?

After all, this cunning old fox won't worry about others.

Over the next two days, Old Jed traveled around, making various preparations.

He is already in his fifties, and even as an S-rank adventurer, his physical abilities are somewhat inferior to what they used to be.

Finally, the agreed day arrived, which was the fifth day.

On this day, Old Jed went to the Adventurer's Guild early.

After waiting for a while, Candice also arrived, and the two set out together to enter the Lars Maze.

In the maze, Candice was very aloof and she never took the initiative to speak.

Only when Old Jed spoke first did he introduce his disciples to her.

That's why she used the same cold tone to tell Old Jed that she was not interested in these things.

This meaningless conversation lasted about four or five times.

Old Jed, who had already reached the third level of the maze, had lost interest in teasing her any further.

"This wooden club... is it a troll's weapon? And it's actually cut in half?"

"Such a neat cut, severing it in two with one stroke, he must be a formidable fellow."

"Apart from brute force, the only ones left are those young A-rank swordsmen."

"But those in the city shouldn't have gone into the maze in the past few days."

Old Jed's attention was attracted by the two pieces of wooden sticks on the ground. He walked over and squatted beside the sticks, observing them carefully.

Having once served as a scout in an adventurer's team, he easily analyzed the truth from a wooden stick that was broken into two pieces.

Then he began to look around his surroundings again.

"There's no troll corpse here. It must have been dead for several days."

"And this—"

Old Jed wanted to continue looking for details that he hadn't discovered, but he didn't have time.

The maze suddenly shook and made a "boom" sound.

Hearing the sound, Old Jed quickly stood up and looked down.

The loud noise came from the lower level of the maze.

"There was an earthquake in the maze? What happened?"

Candice spoke for the first time.

There was a hint of surprise in her cold voice, because this was the first time she had encountered such a thing.

"Ms. Candice! Let's go to the fourth floor!"