Tsuihou Sareta Bannou Mahou Kenshi wa, Koujou Denka no Shishou Tonaru

I followed the Artes at full speed, along with Cleon and the rescue team adventurers, but I couldn't catch up.

Lisa looks like her breath is rising and her cheeks are trembling.

Normally, the Artes should be making progress while fighting their enemies, so the way they go should be pretty slow.

On the other hand, we are going to be following the Artes after they have defeated their enemies, and we are walking down the road at considerable speed because the Demons have not actually shown up nearly as well.

And yet, what does it mean to be unable to catch up?

There is another strange thing.

A demonic corpse rolling down the path of the ruins.

That didn't look like anything that was defeated by attack magic or swords.

I didn't suffer a single wound.

I thought about it.

"I guess the Altes haven't fought nearly as many enemies after the eleventh."

"I guess so. But it's too different from the information we've looked at beforehand."

Cleon responds to my crush.

Me and Cleon were at the head of the adventurers together.

Cleon was right, and when I looked into Necropolis in the Great Library, I also had information that strong enemies, including the Black Dragon, were waiting for me below the tenth level.

Yet few enemies appeared as Arte and his men proceeded with their attack.

I have a bad feeling about it.

Is it a ruin trap?

Because we have to catch up with the Artes more and more quickly.

Because there are the Phileas.

There was a strong smell on the lid.

It smells like rusty metal.

People groan faintly.

I thought strangely, waving a treasure sword, illuminating the area with light magic.

The floor of the ruins reflects light.

Because there was liquid flowing there.

It was the blood paste that was dyeing the floor of the ruins in bright red.

And there was a meat mass falling near it that seemed to have been a human arm.

Lisa next door is breathtaking.

There was a tragic sight in front of me.

The bodies of the abandoned demons were now clearly killed by human hands.

The scar is vivid and shows that not much time has passed since the battle was fought.

On the other hand, there was also the figure of the adventurers there.

There will be about twenty of them all.

One had lost his arm, one had lost his leg, and the other had shed blood from his belly and suffered a great wound to his face.

And some had already lost their lives.

Those are the adventurers who were supposed to be on offense with the Artes.

That's when I saw a white blurry light from the other side.

There was a sorcerer standing back and using healing magic under a little adventurous girl who was hurt and bleeding.

That was the astrologer Flora.

When Flora saw me and the Creons, she gave me a troubled look for a moment.

Flora herself seemed perfectly intact and was on the rescue of the other adventurers.

"Senior Solon, and... Senior Cleon, you're safe too."

"I can handle it. More importantly, what does this situation mean? And Phyllia and Arte?

Flora shook her head sideways as she sifted.

And look up to me.

"I don't know."

According to Flora, the offensive team was progressing well regardless of enemy resistance, but suddenly, a large number of demons were revealed, resulting in the collapse of the ruins.

Flora and the others were forced to fight desperately but were scattered as they fled the collapse, he said.

They didn't know who went which way because they were originally just close to a divide.

Arte, of course, doesn't know the cheapness of Phyllia or the notaras of its escorts.

Even though I was trapped, I regretted leaving Philia.

Maybe now at this moment Philia is also in danger of her life in the hands of the Demons.

You can't abandon the adventurers who want to go looking for them as soon as possible but are falling in front of you.

It will also be impossible to find the Phillias unless the recovered adventurers also act in groups.

Me and Cleon nodded and worked on rescuing the wounded who were still breathing.

Fortunately, some white monks specialize in recovery like Lisa, and Me the Magic Swordsman and Cleon the Holy Knight can use quite a bit of healing magic.

I got my knee on the ground near a blind swordsman man.

And cast healing magic.

I sighed.

This adventurer is so deeply wounded, he won't be able to join the fight any time soon.

I have to manage to save your life alone.

That's when Flora stopped by me and turned away.

Flora whispers in a whisper.

"Seniors. I'll help"

"Oh, thank you"

"Um... can I talk to you for a second?

"Of course."

"Would you like to make a deal?

"Deal?"

"Yes, I want you to help my sister."

I took Flora's face seriously by accident.

A little shy, Flora distracts her big black eyes.

What Flora took with her was an unexpected consultation with me to help Arte.