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A few red dots are displayed on the simple, three-dimensional map. Given that Iâm in a forest right now, I concentrate on the Lytep Recoil System at this point. As soon as the front and back tires transform into globes, the orbital floats up.
The bike begins to weave its way through the trees. Riding this orbitalâŠrocks! It feels extremely nice! I have lots of fun passing through the trees while steering the bike.
Rollo, whoâs sitting at the tip of my seat, instructs me to head right by pointing a bean-sprout-like tentacle in that direction as if saying ăGo this way nyaă, then, in the next moment, she shifts her tentacle towards the left as if saying, ăNow this way nyaă.
I suppose Iâll humor Rollo for a bit.
After having satisfied her playful mood for some time, I slightly increase the pressure on the accelerator.
Just as the bike speeds up all of a sudden, it almost crashes into a huge tree reminding me of a Yakushima cedar, but the embedded radar has apparently detected the obstacle, and automatically changes the bikeâs course, avoiding the tree.
ââWell done, Tiny Orbital!
After praising the bike in my mind, I check my back to get a reading on the identities behind the red dots. Just then, the creatures that have been pursuing us are visible in-between the trees.
They are three-eyed evil races riding gray, horse-shaped magic beasts. As their mounts are armored, they remind me of cataphracts of East Rome or the Byzantine Empire.
ăThe equipment of the riders is pretty decent. Judging from its quality, they donât seem to be related to the village from beforeă
ăLooks like it. Theyâre also wearing several items filled with mana. They remind me of the elite class Evil Domain Monk Kireă
ăAre you going to fight them? I can put stakes into their buttsă
ăNah, theyâre quite fast, butâŠă
My orbital is faster. The evil races gradually become smaller as if merging with the trees. The red dots also vanish from the map.
ăI guess they canât keep up with us. Weâll ignore themă
It looks like theyâve only been fast in the beginning. Well, their magic beasts are living beings, so yeah. The magic beasts looked quite excellent, but they got to have their limits as well.
âŠLetâs just forget about the guys behind me. Iâm going to enjoy the quick ride as I press down on the accelerator.
âNyaaaaa.â Rollo looks like sheâs also been having fun for a while now. âNn, nyaon, nyaa,â she meows as she places both forepaws on the display in the middle of the handlebar.
Cute tentacles have extended to the left and right from both sides of her neck. The small pads on the underside look like theyâre swimming in the wind.
As I proceed through the woodlands while gently stroking Rolloâs head, the view in front of me suddenly opens up. The map also changes in real time. Itâs an area with gently sloping hills.
I feel a faint breeze tickling my cheeksâŠwonderful. Letâs continue the trip through the unexplored 20th floor for a bit â itâs going to be a Different World Tour.
I pass through a region with a waving terrain where one hill follows the next. On the way I spot a huge sexual orgy where a flock of monsters with two heads, which seem to be cleaved open to the sides, and the upper bodies of kangaroos is copulating en masse with a herd of horse-shaped magic beasts possessing rhinoceros heads. A sickly, sweet and weird smell is hanging in the air around here.
Rollo reacts to that display of natureâs desires. But I stop her since sheâs trying to reproduce it with her tentacles. Itâs really nothing she needs to learn.
I press down on the accelerator, rushing through this area. Then I pass an area where a bear-like monster is fighting against a big bird of paradise. I ignore the scene of mysterious, armless monsters with five squirming eyes, a torso, and several broom-like legs, pretty magic beasts with curly hair, and huge spiders duking it out. Same can be said about a place where huge grasshoppers and a crowd of moon-shaped rocks clash against each other, with the rocks exploding for some reason.
I watch the battle between a group of three-eyed evil races and shady plant monsters, which breathe green mist out of their grassy mouths, for a short moment before safely passing them. I drive past the mysterious scene of a long-armed, legless monster repeatedly colliding its torso against that of a long-legged, armless monster. Iâm also trying to go past a herd of running magic beasts resembling Rollodeen in her horse lion formâŠbut I fail.
Rollo is excited, asking ăWhat are those nyaă. She begins slapping the lower part of the orbitalâs seat with her tentacle just like she does when sitting behind Popobumuâs head.
As sheâd keep bugging me about it, I humor her by having the bike run next to the herd of wild magic beasts. Rollo doesnât try to get off the orbital, but she points the cute tip of her nose towards the beasts. I pull the orbital over, bringing it close to one beastâs back. Given that the bike is running silently, the beast doesnât notice us.
Rollo sniffs the beastâs butt with her nose twitching. Noticing the orbital, the beast in question gets startled and quickly distances itself from us.
We continue our trip in such a tune. Aimlessly crossing hills, and plowing through plains and wastelands.
Hmm, thereâs a remarkably high hill over there. I think Iâm going to scale it.
I weave my way through rocks scattered at the foot of the hill, and then begin to head upwards along the slope. The orbital hums deeply as it floats with the support of the Lytep Recoil System.
Oh? Thereâs something looking like a historic ruin with small sculptures on the summit.
I approach that place with my bike, and stop. Remaining seated, I stare at the sculptures. They depict a couple of three-eyed evil races. A round, white stone has been added between the two figures as decoration. I can feel a great amount of mana from the stone. The mana isnât leaking out, though.
This white gemâŠit reminds me of the violet-white crystal in the Ragni Village.
ăYour Excellency, it resembles the Ragni Villageâs crystal that seals the deidană
ăI just had the same thoughtă
ăFufu, knowing you, youâre going to touch it, arenât you? Please be careful, okay?ă
ăYou say that, but you know that Iâll be alrightă
Recently Helme has been getting better at reading me. Anyway, before touching it, I need to get off the bike first.
Right after dismounting, I let my eyes wanderâŠenjoying the scenery around here. On the left I see dampnessâŠa white mist, looking evil and ominous as it appears to expand its domain while melting the remaining snow, enveloping a part of the area.
Thereâs also a streamlet, though its water looks to have a somewhat different color? Not only the current on the brookâs surface, but also its color, which is contrasting the fog, are beautifulâŠ
ăYour Excellency, Iâm also bothered by that evil-looking mist, but I wonder, what kind of water is that?ă
ăIt piques your curiosity as water spirit, huh?ă
In my case, I think Iâd be fine even if I drank the water. Maybe Iâll descend the hill and head over to its shore laterâŠI kinda want to try dipping my hands in the beautiful water.
While indulging in such fairy-tail-like thoughts, I look on my right side. Contrary to the left area with its dense mistâŠthe right is flat and overgrown with plants. There are a few ups and downs, but the plains-like terrain reminds me of the grassland around the ăEvil God Hillă. It might be a region crowded with monsters different from the Guniguni cows.
ââŠLetâs check out the water later. Right now, Iâm more interested in the white stone. I guess Iâll try sending some mana into it.â
The tiny Helme-san in my visual field makes her bum jiggle. Her feeling of excitement over me touching the stone might have triggered her to come up with a new, spirity inspiration. I think the completion of her second volume of new poses related to Evil Domain Hellrhone is close at hand.
I touch the stone while watching Helmeâs butt. I feel a rough surface beneath my fingertips. It has a faint depression?
I attempt matching my palm with the depression on the stoneâs surface. Immediately following, my mana is sucked out, and the earth begins to tremble. Thereâs sound from beneath?
Just as I wonder about that, the stone breaks right in half beneath my hand. The sculptures automatically slide to the left and right accompanied by the noise of something heavy scratching across the ground. Once they stop sliding, a gate-like pit becomes visible right in the middle between them.
I guess rather than a pit, itâs a path descending diagonally belowâŠeither way, itâs a hole big enough for a person to pass through.
âNya?â Rollo peers down into the hole, asking ăAre you going to go in there nya?ă, after getting off the orbital.
ăIt might be a trap to lure you in, Your Excellencyă
ăIâm not sure about that. It could be a sacred site of some evil race, or an ancient ruină
ăAncient ruinâŠYour Excellency, I got it! Weâre going in, right?ă
ăSure thing, just as usuală
âNyaâââ Rollo looks back at me, and then climbs on my shoulder, resting in a cat-loaf posture on her regular seat.
Smiling at her while feeling her precious body weighing down on me, I proceed into the hole. The inclination isnât overly steep, butâŠitâs a cave sloping downwards to an extent that I naturally start to walk at a quicker pace. The floor is flesh-colored, and the tunnelâs width is rather small. The ceiling consists of bones, and seems to arch downwards under their weight. This curving, caving bone structure of the ceiling reminds me of a giantâs throat. The air in here is dry and cool. Moreover, for some reason, a salty breeze is blowing alongside the walls.
As I keep going downwards while scratching my nose tipâŠpaintings start to appear on the walls. Theyâre drawings created with something similar to ink, depicting the silhouettes of ancient people, tyrannosaurus-rex-like dinosaurs, big cows - must be Guniguni, various monsters, and humanoids appearing to be evil racesâŠ
As I hurry downwards while looking at the frescos, I arrive at an underground area.
âŠIs this a forgotten historic ruin, temple, or graveyard? Itâs filled with an eerie silence. âŠThe high ceiling continuing from the walls with its conspicuous, jagged cracks is circular. Light shining into this place from below is being reflected by the ceiling as a pale moonlight. It gives the whole an amazing ambiance. But, thereâs also black, shadowy objects.
The pale, reflected light pours down on me, causing bluish-white shadows to be created on my hands. And, what I considered to be jagged cracks at first are actually wall ornaments upon a closer look.
A molding of three-eyed, evil race women mourning has been added to the ceiling. Graven images showing waves swallowing women are protruding out of the ceiling.
But I must say, the ceiling is really high. This place seems to be considerably huge. I feel like a dwarf in comparison.
When I look at the center of this huge space, I spot a platform being one level higher than the rest. A white gem shining in an ominous light is floating on top of the platform. One ray of light is beaming towards the ceiling from the gem. The dust dancing in the air as itâs illuminated by the ray looks like mesmerizing silver dust as it reflects the dazzling light. Combined with the bluish-white light reflected by the ceiling, the whole space appears as if itâs been cut out from the scene of a fantastic fairy-tale.
The foundation creating this scenery is the dubious white gem. A magic crest has been drawn in white on the floor right below the gem. Similar to shadows, thin, black smoke wafts up from the crest.
At that moment, all the shadowy objects that have been covering the ceiling are simultaneously drawn into the magic crest. The crestâs shape resembles the one Iâve seen in the Ragni Village. Continuing to the left and right from the crest are paths, or rather, depressed, conduction tracks with a crooked guillotine being installed at their end.
Given that the guillotine is placed on a somewhat elevated podium, this must be the root of it all, I think. Isnât thisâŠrather an altar for sacrifices than a historic ruin?
Aged blood traces beneath the podium tell of what has happened here in the past. The tracks connected to the magic crest also have stains of blood. The white gem located in the center of the magic crestâŠit has the same shape as the white stone that split apart after sucking up my mana aboveâŠvery suspicious.
ăYour Excellency, I can distinctly sense mana from the gem. Please be carefulă
ăI know. Iâll summon my Magic Halberd, just in caseă
I approach the crest after summoning Baldok into my right hand. Rollo has remained on my shoulder. It doesnât look like sheâs overly wary, seeing how she hasnât jumped down on the floor to adopt a combat stance.
As I consider all this, I step on the magic crest carved onto the stairs ascending to the platform. Even though I walk through the black smoke blanketing the crestâs surfaceâŠnothing of particular interest happens. It has a peculiar, slimy touch, though.
âââStay thee away from me, tainted outsider,â echoes from the gem.
Something like a mouth with the shape of a sausage split in two forms on the gemâs surface. That gemâs material might be as soft as clay.
ââŠPardon me. I wonât come any closer.â I apologize to gem-san, since it looks like Iâve done something rude.
âââVisitor, what is thine objective in having come here? Thee have not come to offer thine life to me, have thee? Besides, why has the barrier proved ineffective against thee?â
âItâs simple curiosity. This magic crest was a barrier? Well, youâre right, itâs not repelling me.â I swing my arms within the crest.
ââŠAbnormal visitor, desist from touching me.â
âIf you put it like this, it wakes my human nature of going against it.â
âThee may notâŠI still have a duty to perform. Moreover, sacrifices are soon going to arrive here. It would be best for thee to leave this place as soon as possible.â
An evil spirit or god desiring sacrifices?
ââŠWhatâs that duty of yours?â
âI must suppress the encroachment of the white mist polluting the lands.â
Does he possibly mean the mist expanding on the left side?
âCorrect. Now, be gone.â
âNyao.â Rollo joins the conversation as well.
âSmall black beast, thee should leave as well.â
It seems to be an important job. I suppose Iâll refrain from doing anything unwanted, and leave.
âGot it. Farewell.â I turn around, descending the small stairs.
ăI thought that youâd touch it, Your Excellencyă
ăTo be honest, I want to, but itâs not like the white gem has launched any attacks against us. In reality, weâve seen the white mist from atop the hill. The river having changed its color might be connected to that as wellă
ăPossibly. Seeing how it talked about encroachment, it might truly be suppressing the white mistă
ăYeah. Saying that sacrifices are necessaryâŠthat part weighs on my mind, butâŠă
Going âI wonât tolerate lives being sacrificed!â would be totally out of character for me. Though, Iâd hate women being sacrificed. Our conversation didnât give me the impression that it was lying. Rollo didnât get angry either, so it might be true.
I return to the hilltop while chatting with Helme. Once I leave the hole, the split stone parts naturally join together. The sculptures also move back to their former positions, returning the whole site to the state before I touched the stone.
Rollo has already gotten ready to continue the ride by sitting down atop the orbitalâs seat. Well then, I think itâs about time to join up with my [ Servant Leaders ] and return to the surface.
At least thatâs what I had planned, but suddenly I see a cloud of dust billowing up on the plain. The ones appearing beneath the smokeâŠis a swarm of monsters resembling Tyrannosaurus Rex with silver horns dazzlingly glowing on their heads. The dinosaurs are in a delirium, saliva dripping from their muzzles. Are they chasing something?
Then I spot a carriage ahead of them. The magic horse pulling it looks like itâs going to collapse from exhaustion any momentâŠ
The carriage has been heading this way, so I guess Iâll save them.
ăYour Excellency, you plan to save that carriage, arenât you?ă
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