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

The Amazonians clearing the way each wore different expressions. Aisha, in particular, seemed about to speak when the girl passed in front of her, but ultimately remained silent.

The girl glanced at Aisha quickly, only smiling with her eyes, as if trying to convey something. Aisha's hands trembled as she looked at the girl expressionlessly.

Soon after, Chun Ji stepped onto the altar.

"Kneel there."

"Yes……"

At the command of the Amazons who had ascended the altar with her, Haruhime knelt down in the center of the altar.

Several chains extended from the stone slab and gradually wrapped around her hands, feet, torso, and neck.

It is said that when the fox spirit's magic is transferred into the "Sessho-seki," the "soul" is separated from the vessel, which is accompanied by extraordinary pain. These chains are used to prevent Haruhime from struggling wildly during the soul transfer process.

"..."

Bound by all the chains, and kneeling in the same position, Haruhime looked more like a saintly maiden to be sacrificed, or a priestess in a divine ritual. The girl, bathed in moonlight, was so beautiful yet tragically beautiful that she captivated some of the Amazonian onlookers.

"Now we can finally start a war with those guys from the Freya Familia."

But a group of shrewish women wore fierce and terrifying smiles, and then the "Killing Stone" was delivered.

A fist-sized, blood-red jewel was embedded in the hilt of a longsword.

This ritual sword will pierce Haruhime, sealing her "soul" along with her magic into the "Sessho-seki" on the hilt. The ritual sword radiates a sharp luster, and the "Sessho-seki" at its tip flickers with a chilling red light.

Upon seeing the sword and the pebble, Chunji showed a look of fear for a moment, but she tightly closed her eyes and looked up at the sky above her head.

The radiance of the golden full moon hanging high in the night sky.

That was the aura that killed itself.

Perhaps it is the light of salvation that will liberate one from the suffering of this world.

After gazing at the beautiful moonlight for a while, Haruhime lowered her head.

She didn't shed a tear, but her heart was sobbing, though she showed it at all.

Sadness, pain, joy, and longing were all contained within her petite body.

I will keep the memories of these unfortunate encounters with the boys and girls in a box in my heart.

Chunji slowly closed her eyes.

"—An enemy attack!?"

No sooner said than done, a shout came.

Chunji opened her eyes wide in astonishment and looked up to see a fierce clanging of metal coming from the entrance to the sky corridor at the other end of the garden.

Soon after, a girl with her black hair tied up forced her way through the Amazonian guards and appeared before everyone.

"Haruhime-sama——!!"

The order rushed from the palace along the sky corridor and into the garden.

Now that the guards have discovered him, there's no need to hide anymore. To let the girl bound to the altar know he's there, he shouted with all his might.

"Here we go again!?"

Seeing the spirit running this way, the Amazons surrounding the altar also grabbed their weapons and ran over.

They formed a human wall thirty meters in front of the altar. Even the already wounded Ming stopped in her tracks and confronted the group. The guards who had just broken through also caught up from behind, and she was completely surrounded.

"Hey, you came all alone?!"

Seeing the girl's brave and reckless actions, Samira laughed out loud with genuine admiration.

The fighting prostitutes all showed similar expressions, treating it as a bit of entertainment, and stopped what they were doing.

"Haruhime~!? Your hero has arrived~!"

Samira turned around and called out cheerfully to those behind her. Upon hearing this, Chun Ji on the altar turned pale.

She suddenly came to her senses and tried to move, but the chains binding her prevented her from doing so.

"Why...why!? Please go back, Lord Fate!?"

Chunji shook the layers of chains binding her, making a clanging sound, and cried out as if she were weeping.

He had been rejected once, but then reappeared before her, looking at her with a stern and unyielding gaze.

"I can't do it, Lady Haruhime. No matter how many times you refuse me, I will still take you out, just like I did back then."

Childhood memories of the Far East.

Even though the girls in the mansion pleaded with them, saying that everyone would be scolded if they did this and that they shouldn't come anymore, those naughty children still turned a deaf ear and just wouldn't learn their lesson, taking her out again and again.

Her unchanging fate, from the past to the present, and her presence and gaze, made Chunji unable to hold back her tears.

"You're very handsome."

Seeing the Amazons watching Haruhime on the altar, Samira shook her gray hair and smiled happily.

"Hey, is it Frini, Aissadan, or is she one-on-one with her?!"

She turned to look at the faction leader and the de facto deputy leader who commanded the combat prostitutes.

The surrounding Amazonians were protesting, Samira continued:

"You guys have had enough fighting, right?! Let me have a turn too!"

"...Hehehehe! Whatever, there's still time."

Frini looked up at the bright moon in the sky, then at the altar that was still emitting a pale light, and let out a lewd laugh.

She agreed to Samira's request, as she hadn't had a chance to show off her skills because she was busy preparing for the ceremony. "Yay!" Samira clapped her hands and cheered.

Aisha, who had remained silent the whole time, did not stop her, but simply stood there.

"Wait! Please wait a moment!? Miss Frini, Miss Aisha!?"

Chunji's plea echoed emptily as Samira stepped out alone from the circle of her companions.

"That's how it is, come play with me. If you win... maybe I'll grant you some request?"

"..."

His eyes were constantly on the surroundings as he faced off against the short-haired gray-haired female warrior (Amazon) standing before him.

Seeing Samira's audacious expression, Ming knew he had no choice but to take a gamble and made up his mind.

She felt she had to take advantage of the situation and decide to at least buy time for Bell to arrive, or fight her way to the altar.

Ming remained silent, gripping the "Ushiwakamaru" he had borrowed from the boy in his right hand, and assumed a fighting stance.

Seeing that the girl had agreed to a duel, Samira curled the corners of her mouth and assumed a fighting stance without equipping any weapons.

At the edge of the garden, in front of the entrance connecting to the sky corridor, warlike female warriors (Amazons) surrounded the two, forming a makeshift arena, thus beginning the exciting opening battle.

"Sis's going to go!"

As soon as an Amazon gave the signal, Samira charged straight at him.

“——”

Faced with such a rapid attack, life abandons all defense and counterattack, focusing all its energy on dodging.

「!?」

He raised his left fist high and swung it down, but the man jumped aside and narrowly avoided the attack.

However, the enemy braced his empty left hand on the ground, maintained his momentum, turned half a circle, and kicked out.

“Wu!?”

He used the side of the blade of the sword "Ushiwakamaru" to block the right heel that flew into his field of vision.

The impact was like being hit by a block of iron; the intense vibration traveled through his arm and throughout his body, causing him to lose his balance. Samira immediately gave chase.

"Very good, very good, let's see if you can keep up!!"

A barrage of punches and kicks rained down on him like a rapid-fire cannon.

The attacks, executed with diagonal brown lines, concealed immense power; each direct hit could knock someone unconscious on the spot. She withstood the attacks with minimal defense and all-out dodging, her composure long since vanished.

—As expected, it's Lv. 3.

Her flowing gray hair and dancer-like attire covered her supple limbs. Facing Samira, who fought like a dancer, Lv. 2, though she had long understood her fate, still witnessed firsthand the vast difference in strength between herself and her enemy. The overwhelming disparity in ability was insurmountable; the enemy's superior martial arts and tactics repeatedly outmaneuvered her actions and judgment.

How many more of these formidable fighting prostitutes are there? Dozens? — The sheer number of Amazons surrounding her, roaring with fury, sent a dizzying shiver down her spine, but she overcame her inner cowardice.

Because Fate and Bell knew all along that this was reckless, but they still decided to save the girl.

"drink!?"

"Oh! You've got it!"

Samira easily blocked Ming's first counterattack with her right arm.

Having blocked the left foot's kick, she seemed to find even the numbness in her arm comfortable, and her smile deepened. She then delivered a high kick to Ming.

"Ugh!?"

His body was lifted into the air.

That kick sent Mikoto, along with her defensive weapon "Ushiwakamaru," flying into the air. Mikoto landed face-down in the center of the ring, her red sword falling to the feet of the Amazons watching. Mikoto quickly got up with a backflip, only to see Samira charging at her again.

"Is there no show left to perform!?"

Seeing that his right fist was about to hit him in a second, he stared wide-eyed until his eyes were bulging.

This was her only chance; she wrapped her hands around the arm that was striking her face—entering a wrestling stance.

「!?」

Not only Samira, but even the roaring Amazonians were taken aback.

He throws himself with one arm. His fate is constantly seeking opportunities to utilize the martial arts techniques repeatedly taught to him by the God of War (Takemikazuchi) – "moves".

While this Far Eastern martial art is difficult to use against monsters with diverse and complex body structures, it can be very effective in human combat.

Defeating a superior opponent through martial arts and tactics is the only way to achieve "great feats".

With a burst of arrogance, he tried to use all his strength to throw Samira to the ground.

"Wow, not bad!"

however.

Samira made a lighthearted remark and then shook off her entangled right arm.

"bamboo"

Just as the tug-of-war was about to be completed, she grabbed Ming's body with her freed hands—and returned the favor with a tug-of-war of her own.

"Huh!?"

Just as her back was about to hit the stone floor, the brown-skinned woman bulged her abdominal and back muscles, using only her arm strength to throw Ming into the air. The Lv. 3 battle whore landed on her buttocks with a happy cry of "Ouch!?", while Ming was thrown into a corner surrounded by Amazons.

His life was kicked back, and he fell to the ground.

"Was that Far Eastern martial arts? The form was beautiful."

Samira was instantly on the verge of a life of confusion and despair.

Ming was startled; still lying on the ground, he had already been kicked by his opponent like a football.

“Guh!?”

"Hey! Show us your other tricks then!?"

He bounced off the ground and managed to stand up with difficulty.

However, she was stopped by a blow from a second-level adventurer and suffered a series of merciless attacks.

Her abdomen, shoulders, and cheeks were being punched, causing Ming's body to sway from side to side. Countless streaks of blood stained the pale stone slabs. Samira, as if treating a young girl like a toy, was trying to elicit interesting "moves" from her, torturing Ming with a fierce smile.

—The technique is not working.

In a hazy state of mind, Samira, who prides herself on her felar child-like battle style, makes one's life tremble.

The female warrior (an Amazon) uses her own body as a weapon, fighting purely on instinct, surpassing the techniques she has honed over many years simply through feeling. A voice within her, a voice piercing her confidence and pride, plunges her heart into darkness.

In terms of talent and ability, the other party has the upper hand.

Faced with the seemingly insurmountable gap between himself and a second-tier adventurer, Ming was still being relentlessly attacked and was on the verge of kneeling down.