Chapter 140 One who Makes the Unreasonable Reasonable
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
They led the three visitors into the living room and had them sit on the sofa. The Acting Head of the Family saw the form of the Immortal King and showed clear caution. She reached into her inventory and pulled out a plant called dragon tongue.
At that, the guard stood up and took a stance, ready to protect. The person the guard should protect—the Immortal King—laughed and gently told her to stop. “Don’t scold him; he’s working,” someone muttered under their breath, but the king only smiled.
Julon sat across from the three guests while asking Ethelena to bring tea. He settled into his seat and watched them.
”May I introduce myself. I am Tatara Julon,” he said and gave a bow.
The guard grew wildly uneasy when she heard his name. Her face showed strong shock, then fierce hostility. Julon stiffened. Maybe she had heard how many times the Immortal King had killed him. If so, her hostility made sense.
”Stop. If you show that killing intent, we can’t get any work done,” the female warrior said.
”But—” the guard began.
”I will say it too: stop,” the Immortal King added.
”…Yes, master,” the guard answered, forced to obey.
The female warrior tried to calm the guard, but the guard met the attempt with more resistance, still on edge. The king’s own calm words finally eased her, and she obeyed reluctantly. As a guard, her reaction was understandable.
”So, you are the one the city mayor said is the best craftsman here,” the Acting Head of the Family said. “I did not expect it.”
”Well, I will be Chief Crafter soon, so the title fits, I suppose,” Julon answered.
”‘Chief Crafter’?” the guard asked.
”Um, this city has many craft fields—” Julon began to explain.
The female warrior laughed lightly while discussing Julon’s skills as a crafter. The guard listened with a question in her eyes. As Julon explained more, the warrior leaned in, clearly interested. When he finished, Ethelena came forward.
”Um, is the tea okay?” she asked.
”Thank you for your thoughtfulness. It’s cheap tea, but brewed with care. The smell is good,” the Acting Head of Family said.
”Please do not expect fine brand tea in an ordinary home,” Ethelena replied, pleased to be complimented for her brewing.
Ethelena served the tea to the female warrior. She took a sip and, though the leaves were cheap, she praised the brewing, and Ethelena’s face brightened. The mayor had truly liked the aroma; she kept enjoying it.
”Ordinary home?” the warrior repeated.
”Acting Head of Family, my home is an ordinary one. Even if I become Chief Crafter, there’s no special blood in me,” Julon said, surprised by the comment.
”What? But master praised your blood so much!?” the guard blurted.
Julon answered the Acting Head’s question, and the guard reacted with more surprise. Praised blood—what did she mean?
When the guard looked with doubt, the Immortal King turned his gaze to Ethelena and smiled as if remembering something. Perhaps he had read that Julon had once called Ethelena his fiancée. Maybe the king could read memories from blood.
”Your blood is easy to drink because you are purely human,” the king said lightly. “Also, it tastes very sweet. If you’re not careful, it might become addictive.”
”I’m not happy to be praised like that,” Julon muttered.
”The sweetness of blood comes from having someone you truly love. It seems you found a good fate, Tatara Julon,” the king added.
The king’s words turned the talk toward Ethelena, and Julon felt the meaning behind them.
”You’re more than I deserve,” the king continued. “Now, tell me why you made the trip here, since you even sent a letter to the City Mayor.”
When Julon started the topic, both the warrior and the guard looked worried. If they were the ones who requested the work, Julon could not guess their purpose.
”I need to confirm something, Tatara Julon… how many weapons can you make?” the warrior asked, unclear in aim.
It’s a hard question. “If asked, I can make anything. Could you be more specific?” Julon replied.
”Hmm, specifics…” she thought, still frowning. The guard then spoke with a note of impatience.
”Then make something with over 1,000 meters range, able to repel flying fortresses and land warships!”
”Oh, so that level is fine,” Julon said with relief.
Julon inwardly thought, Oh, just an ‘Elingium’ level weapon. He had been afraid they’d ask for something banned, but an Arcane Gun like that was no trouble. He noticed the guard’s face go blank and the warrior’s one eye open wide.
”Ethelena, please show her the Elingium for reference,” Julon asked.
”Yes, understood. Here,” Ethelena replied.
She took the Elingium (arcane rifle) out of inventory and placed it on the small table between the sofas. The guard’s eyes went white with shock, and the warrior’s one eye widened.
”Total length 1800 mm, weight 10.5 kg. Magazine holds eight rounds, fires 18 mm armor-piercing bullets. It launches each bullet at sixty-four times the speed of sound. The City Mayor herself vouched that it can pierce the armor of flying fortresses and land warships,” Julon explained.
”Heh heh, so this is the gun your wife fired into me many times?” the king said with a low laugh.
”Yes. It’s the magic-accelerated Sniping Type Arcane Gun ‘Elingium’. It can’t fire fast because of the mana cost, but its single-shot power is among the world’s best. Does it meet your needs?” Julon asked.
”Perfect, Tatara Julon!” the warrior cried.
”I’m honored… though you didn’t ask me,” the king said, amused.
The guard froze at Julon’s words. He needed to know whether it was good or bad before planning the next steps.
”I think it’s fine. If possible, make two of them, and make them usable even without sniping posture,” she said. “Can you do that?”
”If you don’t need precise shots… I can extend the back, shift the weight, and make it holdable so you can brace and fire,” Julon answered.
While he spoke, Julon pulled a magitech word processor from his inventory and projected the design into the room. The warrior gasped to see the plans floating in the air, then turned serious and focused on the details.
”Very well. Then that will do. What about materials?” she asked.
”For two guns, I’ll need two kilos of Mithril (light metal) and twenty kilos of iron,” Julon said.
The warrior showed a bitter face at that. Normally, no one wanted to use two kilos of Mithril, and it’s worse when it’s for a mana gun rather than armor. But the Elingium must use a forged Mithril barrel. Without it, mana flow and durability would fail. Also, some iron must be Demonsteel (strong iron), and parts forged into the mechanism will reduce the final weight from the raw material needs.
”Is there a substitute?” the warrior asked.
”I use a speed-up spell formula to raise the first speed of the bullet, so it’s impossible to replace the metal,” Julon said.
”Would gunpowder work instead?” the warrior asked.
Julon gave a small sigh. “Let me ask you back. Do you know any gunpowder that can reach sixty-four times the speed of sound?”
”…So either way, we need Magic Metal stronger than Mithril,” she answered at last.
Steel would melt from the heat of friction alone, and that was one reason Mithril was needed. Even Mithril had to be forged to endure it. It was a crazy weapon, and Julon knew it.
”Then what if we make the bullet a mana bullet instead of a physical one!?” the guard said, suddenly lifting her head with hope.
As a crafter, Julon could only shake his head. “To fire a mana bullet that strong, you need a lot of mana.”
He did not say his secret thought—that using an Alchemist’s Egg inside could lower the mana cost a little. The guard slumped at his answer.
”And if it’s not a physical bullet, the mana will break apart before it even reaches one hundred meters. That won’t reach the one thousand meters you asked for.”
His words seemed to cut deep. The guard began to cry.
”Hey, a vampire shouldn’t cry,” the Immortal King said, sounding tired.
”But master—!” she sniffed and clung to him, only making him look more annoyed.
”…Do we have to bring our own materials for the Arcane Gun?” the warrior asked.
”I’m not allowed to sell Magic Metal myself, so yes. If I have a signed note from the City Mayor or the head of the merchant guild, then it’s fine,” Julon explained.
It was like when Narikin-san got permission to sell raw Demonsteel for Aarem. With permission, it could be done. Knowing the City Mayor, she had already planned for it.
”I see. So this letter is what you need?” the Immortal King said, handing him a sheet.
Julon opened it. Just as he expected, it was signed by both the City Mayor and the merchant guild head, giving him permission to sell equipment made of Magic Metal.
”For now, it’s for this guard’s Arcane Gun, right?” Julon asked.
”G-guard!?” the guard yelped at being called that.
The Immortal King burst out laughing, and the warrior covered her mouth to hide a smile.
”Sorry, I did not give my name. I am Gabrielle Harker, the chancellor of the Land of Eternal Night, ruled by this one here,” the warrior said, pointing at the king.
”Why is a chancellor here when your king is not!?” Julon cried. A chancellor was basically the top of a country.
”We have a strong senate. A king and chancellor missing is no problem,” the king said while enjoying the tea’s smell.
”No, you two are not small people! You especially!” Julon replied.
The three of them together felt like characters from a wild comic thrown into the same pot. If someone like a certain famous battalion leader showed up, he would not even be surprised. If that brave but not cowardly British hero was there, things might work—but if the last battalion caused trouble, the Immortal King would be needed.
”My country will run even if I am gone. Even if someone takes it, I can eat them all and fix it,” the king said.
”That’s only problems! A country with no people is not a country anymore,” Julon shot back.
”Then why not join as a new subject?” the king asked.
”No way. I love putting my futon in the sun. If I lived in a land of night, I’d lose my mind not being able to dry it.”
The guard burst into loud laughter. The Torakuma couple nodded deeply; they clearly loved the smell of sun-dried bedding too.
”That is true. Even I enjoy the smell of the bed at the inn I stay in now,” the king said, nodding again.
”Master… you agree with that…” the guard said weakly, out of words.
”So, Lord Harker,” Julon began.
”Yes, young one?” Harker replied.
Ah, so that was how Harker would call him. Fine.
”With this letter, I can use my shop’s stock. But is it only two Arcane Guns for this guard?”
”G-guard… I also have a name…” she whispered, hurt.
”No, I want something else too. I want one single-handed sword,” Harker said.
”A normal broadsword from here?” Julon asked.
”No, a sabre,” Harker answered at once.
He ignored the guard’s attempt to speak and continued the deal. If Harker wanted a sword, Julon wanted to see the one he used now for balance.
”And also, I want you to service my guns. The City Mayor said there will be no mistake if I give them to you,” Harker added.
He placed the large black and white mana pistols he had used in their past battle onto the table. They looked just like the two famous guns from that comic.
”Are you sure? Those are your weapons,” Julon said.
”I don’t mind. Even if someone plays with them, it will not hurt. If a small fly becomes annoying, I will swat it,” Harker said calmly.
So the Immortal King also sensed the student trouble in the air. A knight trainee level fighter could not hurt him. But if something pushed his mood, he would crush it fully. If he used a secret move like in the original story, the whole Whirlwind team might have to face him.
If that day came, Julon would aim the Bloodspear Valachia at his heart. It was an improved vampire-killer; he did not know how well it would work now, but it was his own creation, so he had pride. And if needed, a swing of Void Rend could cut down at least a thousand life force.
”Let’s check the requests. First: service the Immortal King’s two beloved guns. Second: make a sabre for Lord Harker—Mithril is fine. Third: make two Arcane Guns—no, more like magic cannons—for the guard. Is that right?” Julon asked.
”Yes, that is correct, Tatara Julon,” the king said with a nod.
Harker looked uneasy at a Mithril sabre, but Julon had an idea.
”Lord Harker, do you have your usual sword with you?” Julon asked.
”My sword? Why?” Harker asked back.
”I want to match the balance, so I need to see it,” Julon explained.
”You say it so easily. Can you really do that?” Harker said.
”If I can’t do even this, I shouldn’t call myself the next Chief Crafter,” Julon replied with a small smile.
Julon almost heard the City Mayor’s voice in his head: “Don’t raise the bar for the Chief Crafter any higher.” He shook it off. Just his imagination.
Lord Harker looked doubtful, then sighed and tossed over a well-used sabre in a white scabbard. Julon caught it, drew the blade, and used Appraisal. He would normally look with his eyes alone, but this time he wanted to catch every tiny habit in the blade.
”…It tells me you’ve cut an enormous number of vampires and ghouls. Your style leans on slashing, but you swing with strength more than control. A cutlass or scimitar might suit you better than a sabre,” Julon said.
”…Why do I feel like you just denied several decades of my life?” Harker muttered.
His skill had been sharpened over many years of real battle, but it still did not match his nature. The Immortal King began to laugh, and Harker bared his teeth at him. The guard panicked, unsure how to stop them. She really had a hard job.
”Bad luck, Gabrielle. Your training took the long road,” the king teased.
”Quiet! This youngster could be wrong!” Harker snapped.
”I cannot let that pass, Lord Harker. My son-in-law’s craft is true,” the Acting Head of the Family said sharply.
Son-in-law? Julon blinked.
”Oh? A family bias?” Harker asked.
”Think what you want. Say the same after seeing this sword,” she replied.
She gave a small snort, then took another sword from her inventory and held it out. It had the same make as Dragon Tongue, but that one had been a non-lethal blade she gave yesterday.
The Immortal King noticed it at once. It looked just like the katana that once cut him, and his face lit up with joy.
”Fuhahaha… Tatara Julon!!” he burst out.
”You’re laughing too much. What is it?” Julon asked.
The king leaned forward, eyes shining. “Is this the very same katana that cut me… a copy!?”
”I did follow the original, yes. But this one is different,” Julon said.
”That is clear at a glance. If the original cut all, then this is the opposite… a blade that cuts none!” the king said, thrilled.
He was so excited he had slipped into using “ore” for himself. Even so, he saw the blade correctly. Julon hated to admit it, but it was impressive.
”The original is not untouched. You copied the big oni’s habits well… You are the best, Tatara Julon!!” the king said, almost baring his fangs.
He leaned so close it looked like he would bite. His face was far too beautiful up close. Thanks to Ethelena, Julon did not fall into any strange path here.
”Foolish king, must you go that far?” Harker sighed.
”Of course, my chancellor. It proves that you, Tatara Julon, hold the right to end my life,” the king said.
The guard reacted at once, her killing intent on Julon flaring stronger. Her red eyes glowed, and she was frightening.
”Don’t talk about fate and rights like that,” Julon muttered.
Ethelena slipped close and took his arm, pulling him to her side. She glared at the Immortal King, defending her own claim. From across the room, Yohira peeked at them like a box-pushing demon.
Harker looked at the king with half-lidded eyes. “Your love call won’t reach him. Give up and behave.”
The king chuckled in his throat. “True. Sadly, I will give up for today. It seems you have plans, yes?”
He must have known they were heading out to explore. He also knew Julon would die if he did not reach Sublimation of Existence. Aside from his request, the king had nothing else to do. If anything, this talk seemed meant to teach Harker and the guard more about Julon.
”I’ll have the weapons done by tomorrow. Come either in the morning or at night,” Julon said.
”Isn’t that too fast?” Harker asked.
”This is the man who made a spear in the middle of our fight. One night is plenty,” the king said.
Harker threw in a fast tsukkomi, but the king brushed it off as nothing special. Then the king seemed to remember something.
”By the way, Tatara Julon… Have you made the weapon that can kill me yet?” he asked.
The guard grew tense again, and Harker’s sharp gaze fixed on Julon. They knew the king couldn’t die normally, yet they reacted as if they feared his life being drained… or perhaps they believed Julon truly could kill him.
Julon had planned to show the Bloodspear Valachia, his trump card against the king. But to show it would give the king time to prepare a counter. Better to make the king show one of his cards first.
”Say I made it. Do you think I’d show it so simply?” Julon said.
”Oh?” the king replied, smiling.
He waited with his eyes alone, urging Julon to continue.
”Show at least one of your own cards. Then I’ll show mine,” Julon said.
”You dare—!” the guard snapped.
”Stand down, Ikeemaa Morrise. This is between me and Tatara Julon,” the king said, stopping her.
Normally, Julon would be punished for this kind of talk. But he also needed a path to defeat the king, so he would not back down.
The king met Julon’s eyes and smirked. He reached into his inventory and took something out.
”This is my strongest weapon right now. Since you made it, you should know it, Tatara Julon,” he said.
He held out a deep crimson spear. Julon did not recognize it at first, but if the king said Julon made it, there was only one thing it could be.
”…So Wallachia became your strongest weapon. It changed so much I did not notice at first,” Julon said quietly.
Its color was darker and deeper than when he forged it. It was at least ten centimeters longer, with a wider blade and more hooks and waves. It had likely drunk the king’s blood and reshaped itself with his abilities, Self-Boost and Self-Expand, growing into a crueler form. Julon feared that Appraisal might curse him now.
”Heh heh heh… You forged it, and I raised it. It is like our child, is it not?” the king said.
”That idea is simply gross,” Julon answered.
At his words, the spear seemed to lose energy for a moment. Did it actually have a mind now? That would be ridiculous… probably.
”So. I have shown one of my cards,” the king said.
”Yes, you have,” Julon replied.
Julon clicked his tongue inside. Still, he drew out the spear he had made for one reason only—to kill the vampire before him. Even facing the changed Wallachia, his own spear did not fall in presence. Harker and the guard let out small cries at its sight.
”…This is my trump card made to kill you. The Bloodspear Wallachia,” Julon said.
The Immortal King’s lips stretched wide. It should have been a smile, yet it looked like a predator before its meal… or like a lost child who had finally found a parent. Julon did not know why he felt that way.
The guard jumped between them, pulling a rifle-type Mana Gun from her inventory and aiming it at him. The barrel shook. Julon could see fear—and confusion—on her face.
”Wh-what is that… What are you!?” she cried.
A vampire, stronger than a human, was afraid. Julon suddenly noticed that the guard looked a lot like a certain policewoman from a manga. The original character had scared an army of fearless vampires, and now here was a vampire scared of one human. The strange contrast nearly made him laugh.
”If you ask what I am, just a human,” Julon said.
”No one who makes something like that is ‘just a human’!”
”That is true,” came a comment from behind.
”My father-in-law!? Mother-in-law!?” Julon groaned.
He answered the guard and got rejected as human. Then his own family poked him in the back. It hurt a little.
”For the moment, I’m treated as the best crafter in this city,” he said weakly.
”Lies! The best in one city could never make something so terrifying!” the guard snapped.
”I think he’s at least the best in the country,” Ethelena said.
”In our country, even the best blacksmith’s disciple said he is above them in some skills,” Yohira added.
”Can you two stop stabbing me from behind!?” Julon cried.
Ethelena and Yohira nodded at the guard’s words. Even Ichika looked away, agreeing. It seemed no one here was on Julon’s side.
”Tataka Julon, you truly are the best,” the Immortal King said.
”Master!?” the guard yelped, shocked at his pleased, almost dreamy expression.
”Stand down, Ikeemaa Morrise,” the king said.
”But what kind of grudge would make someone create something so horrible!?” she asked.
The king looked annoyed, but she could not let it go. A grudge… well, it was not that deep, but if he had to name a reason—
”I was stabbed through the back, my insides cut apart, and almost killed. Maybe that’s why,” Julon said.
”…That’s fair,” Harker and the guard said at once.
They even looked at him with sympathy. The king watched them, shrugged, and put his Wallachia back into his inventory. Julon did the same with his.
”I am glad you seek a way to kill me, Tatara Julon,” the king said.
”You clearly want to die, but it’s not a good hobby, Immortal King,” Julon answered with a sigh.
The king gave a thin laugh.
”When one lives long, this happens,” he said.
A sad look passed over his face.
”The Hero who nearly ended me lost all hope as age took their shine. A child bright as the sun grew into a dull creature. Watching such things again and again… one begins to think differently,” he said.
He looked straight into Julon’s eyes.
”One begins to seek meaning in one’s end. To finish in one’s brightest form. To leave a reason to say, ‘this was my best.’ That is why monsters desire humans and their bright chances.”
He ended with a quiet laugh.
”…So you want your life to have meaning,” Julon said.
”Yes. In the end, that is right,” the king replied, a tired smile on his lips.
Maybe it was instinct for all who could think. Like how mortals wanted to leave children behind, vampires wanted meaning. Julon felt that deep down, vampires were not so different from humans.
”You really aren’t that different from us,” Julon said softly.
”…You may be the only one who thinks so, Tatara Julon,” the king replied, half amazed.
Harker gave him a similar look. The guard stared at Julon with surprise—he could not read her feeling.
”And Tatara Julon, give this Ikeemaa Morrise a little of your blood,” the king said.
”Eh!?” she squeaked.
”…Why?” Julon asked, wary.
Ethelena and Yohira stepped forward ready to fight. The guard looked lost, looking between Julon and the king. The king nodded and explained:
”Your blood is very rich for vampires. A small taste here will let her go a month without drinking blood.”
”What am I to you vampires?” Julon asked.
”But Tatara, you’re like that for succubi too,” Ethelena said.
”What am I to you all!?” Julon repeated.
They said he had five times the output of a normal succubus for Sex Sorcery. Maybe his body had strange effects on many non-humans… Well, the Sex Sorcery part might be separate. Maybe.
Still, if the guard was a vampire and his blood would feed her for a month, sharing a little was fine. Julon took a knife from his inventory and cut his palm. When the blood welled up, he held his hand out to her.
”No biting, please,” he warned.
”Yes. Since I shared my blood with you, if she bites you, you’ll become a vampire. Do not bite, Ikeemaa Morrise,” the king said.
”Hii!” she squeaked.
Scared by her master’s pressure, the guard leaned in and carefully licked the blood from Julon’s hand. Her eyes went wide, then she licked again and again… and then she moved to bite.
The next moment, the king backhanded her across the head and sent her flying into the wall. A crack spread across it. They would have to fix that later.
”I told you not to bite,” he said.
”S-sorry, Master… and sorry, Tatara-san,” the guard groaned.
”…Yes?” Julon replied, surprised she used his name.
”Well?” the king asked.
”This is the first time… the first time I wanted to drink more blood,” she said.
If she was the same as the original character, she should have disliked drinking blood. For someone like that to crave more… this was a serious situation.
”Once more, Tatara Julon-san. I am Ikeemaa Morrise. A vampire granted blood by my master, the Immortal King, and sole attendant assigned to protect Chancellor Gabrielle Harker,” she said formally.
”Ah, yes. Tatara Julon,” he replied.
At last, Ikeemaa managed a proper introduction, and Julon returned it. She likely held no noble rank—perhaps knight-level at most—but she carried herself with duty worthy of one.
”I understand your skill now. Please craft the sniping gun for me,” she said.
”Yes, I accept,” Julon replied.
”And… I am truly sorry for my rude behavior earlier!”
She bowed with force and volume. Julon had not held it against her, but apologizing was likely necessary for her own peace.
”I accept your apology. But try not to overdo apologizing from now on.”
”Y-yes… understood.”
She still looked like she might apologize again but swallowed it down. The Immortal King and Harker both watched her with tired eyes.
”Well then, we shall take our leave. Until fate crosses our paths again—farewell,” the king said.
”No, you’re coming to pick up your weapons tomorrow. So just… see you tomorrow,” Julon replied.
The king looked shocked for a second, then burst into delighted laughter.
”You are right. Very well—until tomorrow!”
”Yeah. See you tomorrow.”
The Immortal King left looking like an excited child before a school trip. Harker and Ikeemaa followed, puzzled. After sending them off, Julon turned—and found the Acting Head of the Family waiting with a difficult expression.
She nodded once and spoke.
”Tatara-dono. Choose more carefully who you charm.”
”I’m not charming anyone!”
Hadn’t they had this exact exchange before?
* * *
It had been an intense morning. After breakfast, they headed for exploration. Encounters with rare types came as usual, and they progressed smoothly downward.
Yohira’s grudge against the Muumin species ran deep; she used the “Steal” skill’s ability, Plunder, to rip out organs from behind as she collected stat-raising items. It was terrifying, and it made Ethelena even more overprotective, showering Muumin with gentle treatment—fueling Julon’s murderous intent toward them. On the floor with the Mithril Golem, Julon killed it instantly, while Tatia let an Orichalcum Golem punch her for about an hour to raise her skill levels.
It was a usual day—until something different happened.
On the 34th floor, they found a Mimic Chest and Ethelena handled it. She usually succeeded, but this time she failed and triggered the trap. The entrances sealed, and the mechanism activated.
Undead Kings began spawning—an endurance-type Monster House for the first time in months.
”Sorry, everyone!”
”Forget it—just punch through and thin them out!”
Weapon Accuracy 20 + 234 − 54 = 180. Hit confirmed.
Fire Attack 1.5 × 259 − 17 = 372.
Julon swung his hammer into the first Undead King and erased it, scanning for the next spawn.
So, this Monster House was an endurance version. Last time, Goblins spawned for 30 minutes straight. This time, Undead Kings would keep appearing until time was up.
”This trap is an endurance Monster House—enemies spawn nonstop until the time ends!” he sent by telepathy.
Weapon Accuracy 20 + 234 − 22 = 212. Hit confirmed.
Fire Attack 1.5 × 259 − 15 = 372.
He crushed another Undead King, but the next attacked at the end of his swing.
Fire Attribute Magic Attack 90 + [Flame Lance] 25 − 202 = 87.
A high-tier fire spell hit him—stronger than Fireball—but instead of damage, vitality surged through him. Attribute absorption was laughably effective.
The Undead King that cast it froze when Julon remained unharmed; a moment later, Ethelena slashed it down from behind. The Mithril sabre he made for her yesterday, enhanced with a Fire King Gem, left a crimson afterglow with each swing.
She had switched to close combat for sustained fighting, and Julon appreciated the power to bisect an Undead King with a single surprise cut.
The others held eggs and Misfortune Wards; instant-death attacks counted as status ailments, so the three were protected. Julon, however, due to the Earth Mother equipment, was more exposed.
He kept swinging at the endlessly spawning Undead Kings. In his head, he imagined the “Complete!” sound and fanfare, but there was no time to check his status. He focused only on clearing enemies quickly enough to prevent any instant-death attacks.
He took dozens of spells and staff blows—no damage, but mental fatigue built up. Thinking constantly while defeating endless foes wore them down. After about 30 minutes, the trap finally ended.
”F-finally… done…” Ethelena gasped.
Her words brought back memories of the last Monster House. Back then, it had been just the two of them. Now Yohira and Tatia were here too—though the enemy grade had risen far beyond Goblins.
”Sorry to break the rest, but let’s collect the Mana Stones fast. Leaving them will attract trouble,” Julon said.
He changed the line slightly from back then. Ethelena froze, recognizing it. Yohira and Tatia looked confused; that moment was a memory only Julon and Ethelena shared.
With small smiles, Julon and Ethelena began gathering the heap of Mana Stones. Yohira and Tatia followed, unsure but helping. They collected well over three digits’ worth of Mana Stones and drops.
Notes:
• Gabrielle – Chancellor of the Land of Eternal Night, she commissions Julon to craft weapons, evaluates materials seriously, and reacts with disbelief at his swift, high-level craftsmanship.
• Yohira – Torakuma’s first name. Oni warrior.
• Ikeemaa – A vampire guard assigned to protect Gabriel Harker, she is tense and hostile toward Julon at first, then apologizes after tasting his blood and requests a sniping gun.
• Ichika – The fox girl. Kunoichi. Virgincest⚠️, becomes pregnant immediately.
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