Chapter 557 – Primal Might (2)
“Whoop whoop whoop… Brave challengers! To your wisdom and strength, I Won King Sehetefibra will praise you!”
Jammin Pharaoh said while posing as if he was saying hello.
《The skill of successfully passing even the trials of the 7th floor while constructing unexpected wicked people! Even this pharaoh, who conceived the ordeal, could not help but exclaim in admiration! Ahahahaha!”
Sehete Fibra smiling with her hand on her waist, and us standing still.
Sehe Tefibra puffed up his cheeks and rubbed his feet on the floor for no reason as we stared at him without answering. Alfheim’s road maintenance business was so poor that if even a stone had rolled around, I would have kicked it alone.
《… Tooth. Why is the reaction so weak? When this Pharaoh was the king of the present world, no matter what I said, the servants applauded and squeezed their noses out of tears.”
Well, if Pharaoh is half-human and half-god, then seafood sauce bibimbap should also be said to be delicious.
I looked back at the party and smiled bitterly as the representative.
“The fact that the reward has fallen means that it has passed, right? And again, seeing that you appeared in person, the ordeal seems to be over soon.”
“Huh. I hate people who interpret puzzles as elements outside the puzzles.”
Sehetefibra was stout and fired. Aha, you hate meta interpretations?
Well, if you’re a creator, who wouldn’t be like that.
“But it was an appropriate prediction. With the ordeal of this next level, Thoth’s ordeal is over. You too can return to the present world.”
“Is it possible for all of us to be resurrected together?”
Elizabeth asked. This is definitely something that needs to be addressed.
《… There is a misunderstanding. Your return to this world is different from going back up the irreversible cascade of life or death. Because ‘returning the living’ is much easier than ‘resurrection of the dead’.”
Shehe Tefibra waved her hand like it was a boring question.
《The soul and body exist separately in this world and in the underworld, and unlike me who faced death during my lifetime, aren’t your bodies and souls well attached? As long as you open the door, you can do it with your eyes closed.”
I understood the meaning. As he said, his own resurrection was eventful for various reasons.
Well, that’s it. Even doctors can’t operate on themselves.
If I could revive on my own, I wouldn’t have built a pyramid.
《… King Lee Won Sehete Fibra. I also have something I want to ask.”
Then Tyrsi stepped out. Upon her appearance, Pharaoh Jammin applauded her with a brightened face.
“Ah! I know your face! I saw the magic that destroyed Valkyrie! The coldness of that severe cold seems to have brought the severe cold of the underworld into the present world, so I will personally give you words of praise!”
“Yeah. That’s the point.”
Tirshi, like me, let the grandiose tone of Sehe Tefi Bra flow into her ears, and asked, half-opening her eyes.
“If you’ve been watching, you would know. That there are warlocks here who always make your descendants suffer.”
“Well, it seemed like that.”
It was an answer that was so damn easygoing that I was in vain.
However, Tyrsi nodded, as if expecting such an answer. Rather, it was the 4-member extras who had no presence at all who protested against that statement.
“Yeah?! Now, wait a moment, the old Pharaoh!”
“Yes? What is it?”
“Da, you were also a pharaoh who ruled our country in the past! The son of a bitch who kills and tortures the descendants of Narmer-Nile is said to be living with treasure and everything, but you leave it alone?!”
At the protest of the priestess from Narmer-Nile, Sehetefibra’s face froze for a moment. But that was really short-lived, and what followed was a silent argument.
《If I could have been resurrected in this world, anyway, now I am just a specter of the past. Clinging to the past glories that have flowed away, even if we solve the problem of the money, we will only be able to postpone the catastrophe.”
Goddess Guan couldn’t answer because she was speechless.
If he had been emotionally persuaded, he could have held on to it more, but if he angered him then, he would have thought it was a turn of events.
So I shook my head.
“It doesn’t really matter.”
《… What?”
“What you want, what we want, hasn’t changed at all.”
Sehe Tefibra blinked her unpatched eyes as if looking into mine at her answer.
《… Hmm. You talk like you know everything. However, if you made Pharaoh look forward to it, you will have to show the results.”
“I wouldn’t expect it, but please wait patiently. It won’t be soon compared to what we’ve been waiting for for hundreds of years.”
《Whoop whoop! Aspirations are good! If so, why not try it!
─Get it! Sehe Tefibra spread her arms open and flipped her warp gate open. The door near where Gildart had spoken opened.
《The 8th floor is a cold hell where even the soul freezes! With this final test, Thoth’s ordeal has come to an end! Then we look forward to your visit! Ahahaha——!!”
Shehe Tefibra, who flapped her wings and returned to being a hawk, flew off like that.
After the hawk had completely blown away, her Elisabeth muttered.
“… Ancient people have very different sensibilities from us. Even after my death, I would never let those who disturb Britannia live.”
“It’s not that I didn’t do it, it could be that I didn’t.”
“… Didn’t you?”
“The big bread of the black magicians is the one who serves the Death Knight. And it doesn’t make sense that he creates undead stronger than him, right? I don’t know if it’s just manipulating what others have made.”
Elisabeth realized my words as much as the sign of the spiritist, and her complexion hardened.
“Do you think it is at a disadvantage? Even though there are four mithril classes on our side?”
“The head of the Knights of the Romanian Senate family says that the level that the Mithril class can never win is called the Master Class. I don’t know if my opponent is at that level.”
The Master Class never loses to a downgraded enemy.
To some extent, it made sense. Even a bastard like Valkyrie was so damn good at martial arts that even for a brief moment, even a 1v4 didn’t show an equal fight.
If the master class had the power to knock down an opponent of a similar level, he wouldn’t have dared to fight.
I don’t know if 100 Mithril classes attack at the same time, but even if I gather all the population of the other world, there won’t be 100 Mithril class class warriors and wizards.
I looked back at the group of four and said.
‘You guys stay here. Even if you don’t trust us and follow us, we won’t dissuade you, but you might not even be able to retrieve the corpse.〉
The four-member group closed the mouth of the goddess and quickly retreated. It was said that it was okay to stay in Alfheim, so it would be better for both of us to stay behind if there was no point in following along.
Different people made different facial expressions. Even so, it was useless to stay still here because it was a common opinion even if we didn’t share our opinions, so we turned our attention to the door to the next layer.
“By the way, is the princess going too?”
“It’s probably better than nothing in battle, but if you’re looking for someone, you’d better be there.”
And then she summons something like her wind spirit to her finger.
The pure macho Gildart doesn’t force me to wait, so what can I say as a third party? If you have reliable skills, there’s nothing to be ashamed of. I nodded.
“Then we move. I already miss the air of this world.”
We packed our clothes in Alfheim and passed the door on the 8th floor.
After passing through the gate, it was a snowy field. It is a dead world where no wind blows. It wasn’t a sight I really wanted to see again, and it wasn’t really Niflheim either.
And there are differences from the real Niflheim. Snow was falling from the sky.
It wasn’t a wild blizzard, but there was no sign of stopping. Snow falling even though there was not even a cloud in the sky was a strange phenomenon that could be called dreamy in a sense.
─Sararak.
Upon stepping on the snow on the 8th floor, the leadern butterfly disappeared as if it had done its duty.
“… Eye.”
Nefertiti murmured casually. She watched curiously as her eyes stepped on her feet.
If you were born and raised in Narmer-Nile, you might be seeing snow for the first time.
It was funny when you think about it that way. Pharaohs who ruled the desert for the rest of their lives, or those who lived under that rule, might be seeing their eyes for the first time after they die.
Even in this snowy hell.
“Pooh…”
My ears are already cold from the cold that seems to reject the living. Damn I don’t know why my life in another world is so close to the cold and winter. I blew a long breath and said.
“Gildart. You said you’ve been lost for a long time, so you know the geography here, right?”
“Yes. With Elisabeth’s help, it will be easy to find the footprints of that man named Oftum.”
I’m talking about this all over the place. I pulled over the hood of the winter clothes I had brought from Alfheim.
An emerald tombstone appeared and announced the target.
《◇ Goal: Find the royal tomb on the 8th floor.》
《◆ Reward: Ownership of acquired treasures. Resurrection.》
“Go, Wendy. Find the incense of the desert. It smells like spices.”
Elizabeth blew her elemental. She and she handed out a fire spirit—a demon like a demon—to us one by one. Just sitting on her shoulder quietly made the cold feel better.
The wind spirit left in search of Oftum. Tirshi, who was blowing on his palm, stroked the fire spirit with his hand.
“Elizabeth seems to be loved by the spirits. It will be a great help for your adventure.”
“The Britannia royal family has been like that for generations. We’re the only ones on the adventure!”
“Not us, only you.”
Gildart slapped his wife on the back as if blaming the tomboy.
“If Off Tomb was a hunter, it is very likely that he was hiding his body odor. Wait in a space to escape the cold around here.”
“Are there any monsters here? Or undead.”
“I couldn’t find it when I was lost.”
All right. However, it is difficult to ignore the possibility that a few were sprayed for reconnaissance. It’s because we’re not the only ones who are easy to supply.
I put the notebook full of protest letters from my wives into the slate and followed Gildart.
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The place Gildart found was a shabby building.
Surprisingly, I went all-in with my archaeological knowledge, but the building’s design is completely unrecognizable. It feels like an avant-garde reinterpretation of the ancient Germanic architectural style.
Said Elizabeth, melting her red ears with her fire elemental.
“If Niflheim is reproduced, then this must be a building built by the souls of the dead. If I leave this pyramid, would I be able to meet people who died in the past?”
“Is there anyone you would like to meet?”
I could see some building ruins, so it was possible that there might be souls living boldly in the afterlife. At my question, Elizabeth shrugged her shoulders.
“Are you not interested in the Nord? Not like an adventurer… Ah, is that a familiar feeling for someone like you who can summon spirits? Your hometown, Kitai, is a strange country.”
It was prejudice like flowing water, but it felt like it wasn’t racism.
Is this orientalism or something? I cleared the snow and made a bonfire while laughing.
“Not all Kitai are like that. I am a different species.”
“Yes? Anyway, even if I didn’t see the interrogation process, it would be convenient if I could see the spirit. Isn’t it better than my spirit? If you use it, building money and fame will be easier than anyone else!”
“It’s not such a comfortable ability, and even if you praise Amman, you won’t get a job at the Britannia court.”
“Ahaha! Did you notice too bad. Our country needs someone with a good head like you.”
Elizabeth, like a veteran adventurer, knew how to tell a good joke in a tense situation. She finished her small talk in an appropriate line, and went out to her door to send her spirit.
Gildart, as a sentry and her escort, crosses her arms outside the wide open door.
It seemed that he was thinking of asking the spirit to find and bring him to Oftum. That’s an efficient way. First of all, I’m a savage druid, but I don’t know if I can’t deal with spirits.
Anyway, the only things left in the building are Nefertiti, who is wiping her eyes, and Tyrsi, who memorizes the fire magic for the bonfire and waits. And it’s just me cutting firewood. It is an effective role division.
– Hwareuk.
When the snow was removed, Tyrsi lit it. A good flame moved from the firewood in my hand to the bonfire. ─Tap! As sparks flew over her clothes, Tirthy smiled bitterly.
“No matter how I look at it, I can’t believe that this isn’t real.”
“That feeling is called a butterfly dream, or a brain in a vat, in my hometown. I don’t know if the memory I’ve been through so far is a dream, or if the sight I’m seeing right now is a dream.”
“Whoops. If you can’t tell them apart, wouldn’t it be useless to find out?”
Tirshi warmed himself by the bonfire and stared at my face.
“Even if this moment is a dream, the important thing is how I feel right now.”
“Heh. I agree with you 100%.”
That’s especially true for me.
In the past, while rolling around in a lab room in another world, I wondered, ‘What if I was a psychopath who thought I was actually from Earth?’ If it weren’t for the myths that closely resemble the earth, I would have considered the memory of the earth to be my fantasy.
‘And conversely, now, after learning that the earth was created by the gods of another world.’
I felt like I had no idea which one was a dream and which one was real. Tyrsi said while gathering firewood.
“Miss Nefertiti? Come and sit down too. Aren’t you cold?”
“… Nefertiti.”
“Yeah?”
As Tirsi twisted his head into a corner, Nefertiti sniffed him and said:
“Just, Nefertiti. Call me that.”
“Ah, that’s what you meant. I know. Nefertiti.”
Tirshi said as if he was beginning to feel a little intimacy. Nefertiti rubbed her blushing face from the unfamiliar cold and hesitantly spoke to me as well.
“… You too.”
“Yes? Oh, you want me to call you Nefertiti too?”
“… Yes.”
“All right. So what.”
When I readily agreed, Nefertiti murmured for some reason. She seemed to notice something when she looked up and covered her mouth. She was a fucking master of speed.
Then Nefertiti sat right next to me in a building that was neither wide nor narrow, and nowhere else. It was a fairly close distance to sit down.
─Frigid, fidget.
When I didn’t pay much attention to her, she kept a close eye on her and wiggled her hips a little closer. Roughly the distance of half a subway seat.
Tirsi, who was sitting moderately nearby, half-opened her eyes.
“… Oh, it’s cold~. Nord. Can I wait for a second?”
“Yeah? Oh, so be it. It happened that I was cold too.”
“Whoops. Good for you.”
─Pook.
When I nodded, Tirsi entrusted herself to my arms.
“… …”
Nefertiti bit her on the butt again. 1 subway seat away.
And she, as if a little cold, took off her Alfheim boots and warmed her toes over the campfire. Her immaculate white toes twitched.
“Are you cold? If her feet get wet, she might get frostbite.”
“Uh? … Oh, it’s not like that.”
I asked because I was worried about the cold that would pierce even a master’s tolerance, but Nefertiti answered with a startle.
Wow. I think it’s the first time I’ve seen this person surprised.
As I was feeling a sense of surprise, Tyrsi’s eyes grew thicker. Nefertiti averted her eyes as if she was uncomfortable, as if she had noticed such a thing like a ghost, though her words were not good.
‘… What are you doing, these people.’
I couldn’t see and shook my head.
Now you can be sure.
I don’t know if it’s romantic love or not, but this blunt and social virgin lady has a lot of interest and crush on me.
A favor that was even somewhat out of the blue.
However, even if the exact reason was not known, it was already speculation about the trigger.
That was when I tried to shut her mouth. Nefertiti looked at us and said.
“… Is there anything you want to ask?”
