Is it wrong to try to meet someone in a dungeon?

Now he possesses a beast sleeping within his body—'Magic'.

(You raised a ferocious creature, huh... you guessed it, Loki. Ever since I killed my father and the others, no, ever since I was born... I've harbored an impulse to overturn this unreasonable world.)

The lyrics had been told to him by Loki himself.

Finn, supporting himself on his legs, gazed at the giant monster and began to chant softly.

"【O Demon Spear, accept my blood, pierce my forehead】"

The left hand, which gathers red magical light, is held against the forehead by the index finger, which is likened to a gun.

As the magical light was absorbed into his body, Finn shouted out the spell's name the instant the giant hunter Gramina gave the order to attack.

"【The Ferocious Demonic Spear】"

When he came to his senses, Finn was already standing in a crimson world.

"..."

The blood staining his body was all splattered back.

What came into view was the giant hunter Grmina, brutally torn to shreds, and numerous monster corpses.

All the monsters were dead in the rubble-strewn battlefield, and the once-resounding, ferocious roars had vanished without a trace from the village.

I vaguely remember. I remember letting out a howl more ferocious than any monster, and slaughtering monsters, including giant hunters.

I remember my eyes being filled with a blood-red hue, and in that bloodshot vision, I killed everything in sight.

The beloved gun that had fought alongside Finn for four years could not withstand the power of Finn's nature and lost its edge, bending into a broken shape.

"That... is that Finn's 'magic'...?"

Loki, who had been watching over them from beginning to end, opened his crimson eyes and let the whispers drift away on the wind.

The village of Prebrika, which had been in such chaos, returned to peace. Villagers, guards, and mercenaries all cast fearful glances at Finn. That fear was perhaps even deeper than the fear directed at the monster.

A ferocious demonic spear. A 'magic' that ignites fighting spirit.

Its effect is a massive boost to all abilities, pushing them to their limits. However, in exchange for this boiling-hot fighting spirit, the caster will transform into a 'berserker' who loses all sense of reason.

Finn glanced at the trembling villagers with his now-blue eyes, the deep red of which had faded, then turned away silently.

Bathed in fearful gazes, I walked towards the exit of the main square.

In front of the square, a girl from the same tribe was standing there.

"Melissa..."

"...Fin, En"

Finn, meeting Finn's gaze, unintentionally reached out his hand.

Melissa quickly made a noise and took a step back as if frightened.

"No, it's not what you think... I, I didn't mean anything to Finn... But, however..."

Despite her desperate attempts to explain, the girl's body was trembling.

She tossed her chestnut hair and cast the same look at Finn, who was covered in blood, as any other villager.

"..."

Finn smiled faintly. A faint, almost lonely smile.

He walked past Melissa, who had just opened her eyes, and parted ways without a word.

What Finn sought from his dwarf companion was—courage.

Unfortunately, Melissa, unable to fully accept the ambitious warrior Finn, was not "qualified." This also meant that Finn's "first love" had vanished.

Prioritizing the mission of racial revival, the young dwarf casually brought his first love to a close. He would never look back at the girl who cried out for him.

However, the profile that concealed his sadness was the first time the boy, who called himself "Finn," had shown a face befitting his age.

Finn

After leaving the square, Loki, who was waiting for Finn, stood in the middle of the road with his arms outstretched.

"Can I lend you my chest?"

"..."

"Come on, just cry it out!"

Loki, unnecessarily plastered with a handsome smile, said, "Go ahead!" and struck a pose.

Finn, the supreme god, walked past with cold eyes.

"Oh dear," Loki couldn't help but tease.

"What's wrong? I was even thinking of comforting this heartbroken boy~"

"While I am very grateful, please allow me to decline."

Unfortunately, I had already cried all my tears.

The boy said this.

However, suddenly... Finn stopped and turned around, pursing his lips.

"However, thank you, Loki. It seems I can let go of this lingering attachment."

Loki returned the smile to the little dwarf boy who smiled as if he had found a slight redemption.

She glanced at the little girl and villagers watching them, then walked to his side as he strode forward.

"What are your plans for the future?"

"Leave this village. Although I should help with the reconstruction, my presence here now would only be in the way."

"Okay, got it. Let's pack our bags and head to the next town! Right, Ku~? I've always longed for this kind of travel spirit!"

"It's true, it seems like God is happy no matter what He does, how wonderful."

"Hey Finn, you sage, I mean, life is wasted if you don't enjoy it while you can! Come on, let's embark on a faction-building journey to find adorable girls! Wait for me, fairies and orcs, dwarves and Amazon beauties~!"

"Although I didn't intend to interfere with your preferences...sigh, it looks like things are going to be tough for me now."

The goddess and the little human boy walked side by side.

After expressing gratitude and bidding farewell to the village where we had our simple and honest encounters, we headed towards a new world.

The long journey to the labyrinthine city in the distant future—the journey of the Loki Familia, consisting of only two people—begins here.

Sword Oratoria BD Bonus BD3: Elf Travel Chapter Part 1

This web translation is from the Bahamut discussion community.

Translation: A Warm Winter

"I've had enough!"

The elf cried out in his spacious room.

"Lady Riveria, shouting like that will get you scolded by the King."

"Why can't I even make noise in my own room?! I'll say that every time, Aina! I've had enough of this birdcage-like life!"

Her long, jewel-like green hair, which she tossed and turned as if dancing, was even more beautiful than a goddess. She was now twisting and contorting it wildly, like a sulking child throwing a tantrum. But even in that tantrum, one could tell that she was very well-mannered, which was probably due to her background.

Riveria Lyos Alfre, as Alfre, the progenitor of fairies, is a princess of noble royal elf lineage.

This is the Royal Forest of Alf. Connected to the distant west of the continent, the Zero Peak Alf Mountains are known as the sacred land of the elves, and are also the village of the elves. Beneath the colossal Holy King Tree towering in the heart of the forest, the sprawling city of trees is the fairy realm of Gensokyo.

Among them, the royal city, built of white holy stone, stands serenely beneath the roots of the Holy King Tree, with Princess Riveria's room situated high above.

"Did you hear that tone?! You want me to be 'more sensible'? I'm not my father's puppet!"

"Lady Riveria, please, please calm down!"

Riveria's anger stemmed from events that occurred just minutes earlier. Her biological father, King Raphael, the true ruler of the elven realm, had summoned her to his throne and reprimanded her for behaving inappropriately for a princess. The reprimand specifically addressed her interest in the outside world.

The fact that they were secretly buying goods from outside the village through the merchants who were in charge of the royal family has been exposed.

"The outside world is filthy? The borderlands are inhabited by arrogant barbarians? What right does my father, who has never left the forest, have to say such things!"

Riveria is commonly known as the "Wild Girl Princess." She prefers hunting with a bow and arrow to reciting poetry in her room. She longs to interact with her fellow countrymen who come to worship, rather than offer prayers to the Holy Tree. One could say she acts this way because she feels pressured to behave like royalty.

Riveria has always lived a restricted life.

She was content with the etiquette expected of royalty. She considered it an obligation due to her noble birth and intended to understand it. However, she found the excessive humility of her fellow royals somewhat unbearable, and more importantly, she felt considerable dissatisfaction with the cage-like life her father had imposed upon her.

They can be considered the fathers of the inhabitants of the lower realms. With the constant descent of the "gods," the royal family can now be seen as the tangible symbol of fulfilling their obligations. Compared to this world, they are merely a negligible community superimposed upon it. What can they possibly do?

Now that we are welcoming the "Age of God," why should we remain in the depths of this forest?

The question hidden deep within Riveria, called impulse, was growing day by day.

"To dismiss something as 'boring' is the kind of ignorance that Father despises, isn't it...!"

Most importantly, the world map of the lower realm, which she treasured, was torn up and thrown away—the final straw that broke the camel's back. Before Riveria's tearful eyes lay the wreckage of the map she had retrieved, scattered across the vast bed.

She was born in the seventy-first year of her life. At this point, the princess's patience finally reached its limit.

"I'm leaving this village, Aina!"

"Hey, hey hey hey hey hey～～～～!?"

With only one trusted follower, the elf Aina let out a mournful cry.

On this day, a tremendous event shook the elves' village—no, it shook the elves of the entire world—and an earth-shattering event was destined to happen.

"The elven princess must be a princess who lives a secluded life in her chambers, quiet and charming, with an innocent charm that makes her blush at the slightest prank, so incredibly cute..."

At the same time that a certain elven princess made up her mind.

In a bar far away, Loki spoke with a dreamy expression.

"So, it's decided, it'll be an elf!"

"What are you talking about? So what? I don't understand... Anyway, the next member has to be an elf, right, Loki?"

Facing Loki, who was slamming his empty glass onto the table with great force, Finn took a sip of mead and asked a question.

Finn and his companions are currently located in a post town called "Karuuna" in the central part of the continent. As its name suggests, countless inns are connected together, forming a long and narrow town.

The two had been traveling for exactly ten days since leaving the village of Prebrika where they first met. They had stopped by a bar in this post town and were planning to have a drink.

"That's right! We're not talking about ordinary elves! Our target is the most noble of all fairies—the royal elf!"

"Loki... royalty isn't so easy to find, and besides, he's not the kind of being who just wanders around human villages..."

"From this town, we can go to the village of the royal elves, right? I asked around and found out there are sightseeing carriages that go to the vicinity of the forest!"

"I was wondering why you'd been chatting with businessmen so much lately, turns out it was for this..."

Loki let out a lewd laugh as he looked at Finn, who was completely dumbfounded and grinning bitterly.

It seems that Finn's god has already locked in the next member he wants to recruit.

"I didn't intend to say anything about your interests... but it's probably best for royalty to give up."

"No way! I want to go to the forest of the royal elves! It's so beautiful, and there's a super princess who calls me 'Lord Loki'!"

"Even if the elven princess were mistaken, she wouldn't say such a thing, Loki..."

Familia member, alone, sighed as Loki lay sprawled on the table waving her hands. It was a sigh born of learning what kind of god she was during this journey. Amidst the bustling nighttime pub, Finn, watching the merchants and carriages passing by outside the window, spoke.

"Although elves are known for their eccentric and difficult temperaments, the elven royal family values ​​their dignity even more."

What Finn was saying was to explain to the gods living in the heavens the parts she was unfamiliar with, namely the 'culture' of the royal elves in the lower realms.

The "Age of Gods," an era that fostered frequent interactions between other races due to the descent of the gods, still exists among a select group of elves deep in the forest. The village of the royal elves is arguably the most isolated of all. Beneath the tree trunks, they still adhere to divine right and right, boasting of their own beauty and despising the ugliness and baseness of other races.

All other races are completely excluded from the vast Royal Forest; only a small group of merchants who have maintained contact with the royal family since ancient times are permitted passage. Anyone who approaches the royal family without authorization will be attacked by their magic. Even the gods are not exempt.

"But Finn, that also means the royal elves didn't accept the gods' 'blessing,' right? Although it was a bit violent, a powerful 'familia' using force to forcefully enter is also..."

"No other race has a stronger sense of kinship than the elves. If they were to take any rash action, it could escalate into an 'international problem.' Although it sounds ridiculous to use that term in this day and age... it is by no means a joke."

The fact that intruders are not allowed at all, from the perspective of the combat power of both sides without 'familias', means that although it is easy to conquer, if something happens to the village of the royal elves, I believe that no elf in the world would stand idly by.

Compared to other races, it's no exaggeration to say they would swarm in, turning it into a colossal event where the perpetrators would be punished even if pursued to the ends of the earth. This is why no matter how powerful a nation or clan, they would never lay a hand on Alfredo's King Sen. In other words, to the elves, the royal elves are objects of utmost reverence.

The true gods, who delight in entertainment and have no dignity whatsoever—those who utterly destroyed the beliefs and values ​​that humanity possessed before the arrival of the gods—are utterly incomparable.

"Besides, I'm not really in favor of the elves joining the group in the first place..."