Isekai Nonbiri Sanpo Tabi

Walking, Chapter 298: Punishment time

Well, getting to the Margrave’s estate was one thing—but the moment we arrived, an unbelievable pressure was already seeping out from the entrance hall. Not just me—everyone except the Margrave himself hesitated for a brief moment before stepping inside.

And that instinctive hesitation turned out to be completely correct.

“Hey, I’m ho—gaah!”

The moment the Margrave stepped into the house, he let out a pained cry and was suddenly sent flying straight back out into the garden.

Then, the source of that overwhelming pressure finally revealed themselves from inside the mansion.

It was a woman—appearing at first glance to be a delicate human with a petite frame, about the same height as Sue. She had blonde bob-cut hair. And… well, there was no ignoring it—she was extremely well-endowed. Her expression was gentle, almost smiling. And yet, the pressure she emitted was on an entirely different level.

Shiro, Fran and Horn immediately clung to me without thinking.

“You, I told you countless times not to go out alone, didn’t I?”

“Emilia, this is different! It was urgent—illegal entry suspicion, so I had to move quickly!”

“Oh? Even if it was urgent, you still could have used a carriage, correct?”

“““Awawa”””

This is bad. No, seriously—this is really bad.

The Margrave had already dropped to his knees, drenched in sweat, completely overwhelmed by the sheer pressure radiating from the woman named Emilia. Shiro and the others were trembling as well, frozen in fear from her presence—but there was no way I could stop this either.

Then—

whoosh.

“Agagaga!”

“You seem to require a bit of discipline.”

Before anyone could even process it, the Margrave had been forced face-down onto the ground, and Emilia had him locked in a camel clutch. Despite the Margrave’s massive build compared to her slender frame, the Margrave was completely overpowered and manhandled without resistance.

And then—she shifted her hold.

“Gubuh—!”

“This time, I will make sure you properly reflect on your actions.”

The woman’s front choke was locked in tight, and no matter how many times the Margrave tapped in desperation, she showed no intention of releasing the hold.

“Gghh….!”

And then—

The Margrave went completely limp. It had all happened in barely two minutes.

Who on earth is this woman?

To so effortlessly choke out a Margrave like that—she was anything but ordinary.

Shiro and Ao were trembling violently as they looked down at the collapsed Margrave, utterly stunned by how clean and precise the technique had been.

After finishing her work, the woman calmly wiped the sweat from her brow and then finally noticed Sue and the others.

“Oh my, if it isn’t Sue. And Casey and Telma as well. It’s been a while.”

“““E-Emilia-sama…  It’s been a while.”””

So, Sue and the others actually knew her huh.

But their expressions were completely stiff, still shaken from witnessing the “scene” that had just unfolded right in front of them.

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Isekai Nonbiri Sanpo Tabi

Walking, Chapter 297: The Free-Spirited Margrave

Ah—since the Margrave was here, now would be a good time to hand over the letter from the Northern Margrave. Well, “while I’m at it” might not be the most proper way to put it, but if it’s the Margrave, he’d likely accept it without issue.

I reached into my item box and took out the letter I had been entrusted with.

“Margrave, this is a letter addressed to you from the Northern Margrave.”

“Let me see… Hmm. I had heard rumors, but a dark organization caused trouble at the martial arts tournament, did they?”

“The people connected to that group didn’t just summon a large number of orcs during the tournament—they also appeared inside a residence and summoned goblins.”

“My territory too… the harvest festival everyone looks forward to is fast approaching. Oh right… it would be wise to investigate whoever is backing that fool.”

The Margrave’s expression turned thoughtful as he considered the matter. At this rate, that male adventurer was likely going to be interrogated thoroughly. To be honest, I also had a feeling there was something more behind him.

“Guild Master, take care of processing the quest completion. Sigh… seems I’ve got yet another headache to deal with.”

“The guild will tighten its vigilance as well. We’ll keep a closer eye out for any suspicious requests. This time of year, the number of adventurers tends to increase, after all.”

The Margrave handed the letter over to the Guild Master, and the two of them both ended up wearing slightly weary expressions.

That was only natural, I guess. They were already busy with preparations for the upcoming harvest festival, and now they had to deal with a dark organization on top of that.

And so, with that, the discussion came to an end, and we set off for the Margrave’s estate.

But the moment we stepped outside the Adventurers’ Guild, I noticed something strange.

“Uhm, Margrave… it seems there’s no carriage. And I don’t see any attendants or guards with you either.”

“Oh, I walked here from the estate alone. I’m stronger than any half-baked guard, after all.”

“““Ooh! So cool!”””

No—seriously…. you guys, this isn’t something to admire.

For someone entrusted with governing an entire frontier territory, this kind of behavior is completely unthinkable.

And sure enough, Sue, Casey, and Telma all stood there, stunned into silence.

But somehow, it felt pointless to say anything to the Margrave. So, aside from Shiro and the others, we could only exchange resigned looks before following after him.

“Your Excellency!”

“Oh, you guys. Are you doing well?”

“We’re doing great!”

“Hahaha, good to hear that!”

On the way to the Margrave’s estate, townspeople called out to him one after another.

With his straightforward, easygoing personality, the Margrave is quite popular among the citizens. Come to think of it, the other Margraves I had met in different territories were also well-liked by their people.

And then, we finally arrived at the Margrave’s estate.

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Datsusara Souryo no Danjon Sousou Haishin

Chapter 39

So this “Dungeon Master”… it’s basically the person in charge of this West Tokyo Fourth Beginner Dungeon?

Like a branch manager? Or maybe a regional supervisor… an area manager?!

There’s no way it’s the CEO of all dungeons, right?

…Right?

It was a little girl, after all….

But then again—“in your world”… what did that even mean?

My head was filling up with question marks. I really wanted to have each thing explained one by one, but—

“Enough talk. We begin.”

“Wha—hey! You’re attacking already?! We weren’t done talking!”

Too fast!

Damn, it’s quick!

“Hah!”

“Guh—!”

I failed to evade and instead raised both arms to block the punch from Rakshasa head-on. Its size had shrunk compared to earlier, so I thought I could take it easily—but I was wrong. This was heavier than when I got stomped by his statue form at the temple. The force alone made the ground beneath my feet crack.

My body sank slightly into it.

“This is the Selection Domain. I was forced into a disadvantage earlier… but here, you are merely a fragile human. There is no reason for me to lose.”

“…!”

Even while speaking nonsense like some over-the-top villain, he kept pressing down on me. The ground beneath my feet continued to crumble. My knees were already half-buried.

“I have grown tired of continuing as a mere selector.”

Saying that, Rakshasa stopped pressing and leapt into the air.

A violent red-purple energy gathered in both hands, growing louder and more unstable. If that hit me, it would be over.

I had to strike first.

“Cremation!”

I released my skill toward the floating Rakshasa—

But…

“Too shallow. The flame of a human is… insignificant.”

“What—!”

It didn’t work at all!

Damn it—next!

“Enlightenment!”

I didn’t care whether it would work or not. I just needed to keep pressing forward. With its increased skill level, the 【Requiem】 technique erupted into a blinding rainbow light.

“…Is this some kind of stage effect?”

Hey, come on. This isn’t a disco ball.

So it doesn’t work unless it’s undead.

This guy wasn’t even flinching!

“Disappear, human.”

Rakshasa swung his arm, releasing a condensed mass of red-purple aura straight toward me.

Perfect—this is it!

“Retribution!”

A polyhedral barrier of light unfolded around me, enclosing me completely. Earlier, at Level 1, it had only formed in front of me—but now it surrounded me in a full 360-degree shield.

So this is what leveling up does!

Alright—just like always, I’ll reflect it—

“…Hmm. An interesting technique.”

“…Huh?”

Crack… crack… crack…

SHATTER!!

“…You’ve got to be kidding me…”

“This is my domain. Not a world governed by human concepts.”

It broke. My Retribution… shattered.

“…It only broke. I still have much to learn.”

> Wait…
> Is the old man… losing?
> No way…
> That guy is too strong…
> Buff muscle-chuunibyou?!?
> So max level means nothing??
> Hang in there, Mister!
> Don’t lose!!
> Rakshasa isn’t cooler than Daishi-san!
> It’s not over yet!!
> Hit him with Burial Fist!!

While I glanced at the comment section—

Rakshasa suddenly closed the distance from the air in a single burst of speed. I was stuck with my feet buried in the ground—unable to move even an inch. The next moment, that red-purple aura-clad fist was coming straight for me. Blocking it would probably mean getting crushed outright.

Then—

No choice.

I had to read it.

Focus… see through it.

I’ll land a counter and hit him with everything I’ve got.

“My dream—my real-world operation for an affectionate harem domination plan—will be fulfilled here and now! So you can go down in a flashy way!!”

“RRAAAAAAAGH!!”

Maybe because I was completely immersed in it, Clairvoyance activated on its own. For a moment, I thought I saw something like faint threads of light connected to me. With no other option to rely on, I trusted those threads were the prediction of his attack trajectory.

I twisted my body in sync with it, preparing my counter.

“Burial Fiiiist!”

“…What?!”

I narrowly avoided the aura-charged punch and used the torque of my immobilized stance to unleash a devastating counterattack straight into Rakshasa.

“Guh!!”

A thunderous impact echoed as he was blown several meters backward.

My right arm was numb. There was definitely contact. But—

“A fist imbued with annihilation-wave energy… If not for this domain, I would have been reduced to dust.”

“…Seriously?”

He was unharmed.

That beam-like attack that once wiped out an entire labyrinth zone—he hadn’t even used it. This is bad. Really bad.

“…That expression tells me you have nothing left. Surrender, and I’ll finish this quickly.”

“….”

Still speaking, Rakshasa slowly walked toward me.

……No, I still have one more card left.

My trump card.

I had wanted to keep it forever if possible, but right now I was in a full-blown life-or-death situation.

There’s no way I could win like this. So I had no choice but to use it. The only problem was… I wasn’t entirely sure how to activate it. I could vaguely imagine it, but that was about it.

No. Enough.

Thinking any further wasn’t going to change anything. This was pure improvisation, but I had to try that stance.

“…You… are mocking me.”

“I’m always serious when it matters!”

I declared it confidently but the actual stance I took was anything but dignified. I twisted my body and pointed my backside directly at Rakshasa in a deeply disrespectful posture.

Yeah. Objectively speaking, it absolutely looked like I was insulting him.

But this was the only idea I had!

> So it’s finally time for that…
> Wait, that’s the activation method?? lol
> Is that even right?!
> He’s actually doing it??
> No turning back now
> Hell Gate vs Southwest Prison Domain
> Nether King vs Rakshasa
> This is the final battle…

I focused everything I had into my “backside,” sharpening my concentration to its limit. Strangely… my lower abdomen felt warm.

…Is this really how you’re supposed to use it?

“…W-what is this… ominous aura…! It’s like… no way… the Nether King’s—?!”

Rakshasa flinched.

It seemed like… it might actually be working.

Then I’ll keep my focus locked entirely on my lower abdomen!

Please… Gate of Hell!

Grant me absolute victory!

“…It’s coming!”

GOGOGOGOGOGO…

At last.

The Hell Gate began to open.

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Datsusara Souryo no Danjon Sousou Haishin

Chapter 38

> LMAO WHAT IS THIS!?
> He actually threw it lololol
> What even is this fight anymore
> Brute-force cleric vs Fierce God statue
> At this point he’s not even a cleric anymore
> Kaiju battle wtf
> Is Satsuki-chan okay??
> Old man protect Satsuki no matter what!

The massive Fierce God statue crashed down with a thunderous impact, tearing through trees lining the approach as it slammed onto the ground on its back.

Honestly, I thought I was going to die. But when I put everything I had into stopping its stomp, I somehow managed to hold it back. And then I ended up spinning it around and throwing it. It flew farther than I expected, which was honestly a relief.

Yeah… maxed stats really are on another level.

“…Satsuki-chan, hang on!”

“Y-yes… I don’t think I can keep up with this anymore…”

“I’ll fight a bit farther away so you don’t get caught in it.”

“…Do you think you can win? That thing… doesn’t even feel like a dungeon monster. It feels like a pure monster.”

I know. I kind of understood that too. Clairvoyance had barely any effect on it at all. This must be the so-called “Final Trial.”

…But what kind of trial is this supposed to be?

Is this really meant to make me stronger?

For what purpose…?

Thinking back, the journey here had been far too convenient. From slimes at the beginning… all the way up to throwing a Fierce God statue. And somewhere along the way, I even got forced to eat some weird offal dish I still didn’t understand. It felt like I had been “managing” things more than actually overcoming them.

In any case, I had to defeat that Fierce God statue.

And if I did… I had a feeling I would finally learn the truth about that voice—the mysterious little girl that sometimes spoke directly inside my mind. I mean… it’s probably inside the main hall.

That little girl—she’s the only one who should know everything.

No, more than that, she’s probably the one who set all of this up in the first place. I have to win. And then I have to confront her. Carefully. Respectfully. No “loli harassment.”

“…Alright, I’m going!”

“Please come back alive, Daishi-san!”

The moment I stepped away from Satsuki-chan, I moved at full speed toward the Fierce God statue, which was already beginning to rise again.

Well, “full speed” might be an exaggeration—it wasn’t that far to begin with.

“Gubububu… to think I would be thrown…”

“Hey, Fierce God. You’re not supposed to destroy that main hall, right?”

“…How… do you… know… that…”

“Yeah, figured as much. So your employer is inside that building, huh? Mind relocating this fight a bit?”

Since it’s too massive for me to properly look it in the eye, I spoke while staring up at what I assumed was its lower half. Its lower half still felt very much like a god.

…Though now that I thought about it, where exactly should we relocate?

There’s gotta be somewhere wider, right?

“From the beginning… that was my intent.”

“Oh, really? That’s convenient.”

From the beginning, huh.

No way. You were definitely planning to stomp us into dust instantly. Surprisingly competitive for a giant god statue.

“…So where are we going?”

Back to where it emerged behind the temple?

Or down toward the open plains beyond the approach?

I’ll go anywhere. As long as it keeps Satsuki-chan out of danger.

“Gubububu… to my domain—the ‘Southwest Prison Domain.’”

“…Huh?”

“Dimensional… distortion… activation.”

With that broken, fragmented declaration, the Raijin-like statue formed a hand seal. Then space itself began to twist.

This is—

> It’s the same thing as the rabbit fight!
> Teleportation?!?
> Like Ades’ Death Abyss Domain??
> Probably where the Fierce God can go all out.
> Hope the signal doesn’t cut…
> That hand sign looks familiar lol
> Daishi, be careful!
> Don’t drag Satsuki-chan into it!
> We’re getting sucked in!!

I hadn’t checked the viewer count in a while. It had surged all at once—fifty million concurrent viewers. The comment section was completely beyond control. I couldn’t even make out what anyone was saying anymore.

Ah… this feeling.

It was exactly the same as when I got blown away by the Space-time Rabbit to the Nether class dimension. My consciousness started to drift.

No—not good!

Last time, Satsuki-chan had been there. But this time, I am alone. I couldn’t afford to pass out.

Stay focused. Hold on to your self.

I am Daishi Ajiri. A former corporate slave… And now, the strongest cleric!

“Gubububu… then… we shall meet… there.”

I thought I heard the Fierce God’s voice echo from far away.

By then, I was already being swallowed into a vortex of space-time. My life was flashing before my eyes—

No, no, no. That’s exactly what I shouldn’t be doing.

This is real.

This is happening right now.

Whoosh.

“Ha!”

Even as I felt myself being sucked in unconsciously, I managed to hold on to my awareness and force my way through the barrier of space-time.

Good. I think I’m still okay!

But… where is this…?

“Welcome to my Southwest Prison Domain, Daishi Ajiri. This is where your life will end.”

The space around me looked distorted—like blue and white paint dissolved in water, swirling together into an unstable sky. There was ground beneath my feet… or at least, the sensation of standing on something solid. Distance itself felt unreliable, but just ahead, slightly off in the haze, someone was speaking my death sentence.

“…You…”

“Thanks for throwing me earlier. You nearly knocked the wind out of me.”

The Fierce God statue… or at least, what I assumed it was… stood there.

But its appearance…

“Looks like I can only manifest in this form in the real world. Quite inconvenient, really.”

> As expected… I don’t think I’ll get to see it this time… Ah!
> Wuu…Can’t see…
> It’s here, it’s here!
> I can see it!
> Nice!
> Daishi is alive!
> Yo, you’re still breathing?
> Wait, who’s that muscular dude?
> He has horns?? Is that a demon??
> Those fangs are wild lol
> Wait… he’s kind of handsome??
> Is that actually Rakshasa-san?
> It’s lowkey stylish to be honest

…Seriously, what even is this auto-tracking camera system?

It followed me all the way here?

At this point, I wouldn’t be surprised if it was part of my body. My wooden staff—the one weapon I had—didn’t seem to make it through the transfer.

Well, honestly, I didn’t really need it anyway. I’d only been carrying it to look the part of a proper monk. But my skills probably didn’t depend on it in the first place.

Still… that wasn’t the important thing right now.

“…Hey. Are you the Fierce God statue I was fighting at the temple earlier?”

“I am Rakshasa. Not a statue.”

“Yeah, okay… but is this the Final Trial or something?”

“Final Trial? I know nothing of such affairs. Was that what the Master told you?”

The Master?

I mean, I was only told that by some system prompt or whatever that was. I even heard her saying that the final trial will be done outside the temple.

Maybe that voice itself was just part of “the Master”, the little girl from inside the temple?

“…Yeah, I guess I was told something like that. By Master—you mean that little girl, right?”

“W-What?! Little girl?! You dare insult the Master?!”

Huh?

Okay, this is definitely not lining up.

So she’s not a little girl?

Then what is she?

“The one you call Master… is she not the one inside the temple?”

“…No. That is incorrect.”

“Then who is this ‘Master,’ exactly?”

“Dungeon Master.”

“…Huh?”

“In your world, that being is referred to by that name.”

Dungeon Master.…

What the hell does that supposed to mean?

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Datsusara Souryo no Danjon Sousou Haishin

Chapter 37

Satsuki-chan activated her floating skill mid-fall, gently reducing the force of our descent so that I was carried along with her. I had no idea how long we were falling. It felt like it could have been forever.

But endings always arrive without warning. Suddenly, a sensation returned to my feet—solid ground. I had no idea how many meters we had fallen, but it seemed we had finally reached a depth where we could release the floating skill.

“…I wonder how many floors we fell through…”

“Feels like we dropped down a hundred underground levels.”

Satsuki-chan had looked pretty gloomy just moments ago, so I tried to lighten the mood with a joke.

She let out a small, relieved smile.

Good. It looked like her mood had finally improved.

“Can you let go of my hand now?”

“…Ah! S-sorry!”

I had been holding Satsuki-chan’s hand the entire time without realizing it. It wasn’t like I meant anything by it—really. It’s just… it’s rare to hold a young woman’s hand like that. I guess I got carried away.

Man… I’m kind of gross, aren’t I?

> Can’t see… wait! Oh, it’s back!
> Connection was bad again for a second
> Are you two okay?
> You suddenly disappeared, what happened?
> Wait, did they fall?
> Where is this…?
> I’ve never seen this place before
> A temple?
> Shrine or temple grounds?
> Is this really inside a dungeon?
> This is straight-up a temple approach lol
> Where even is this lol

Still feeling a bit light-headed from the long fall, I finally had enough clarity to look around properly.

And just like one of the commenters had said—

A stone-paved approach covered in moss stretched out before us. That was where we were. About twenty meters ahead stood a heavy wooden structure, its roof layered in dark black tiles. A temple. No doubt about it.

Then there’s the main hall. All around us were dense green trees, making it hard to believe this place was inside a dungeon at all. Looking closer, I could even see a small garden beside the hall. A pond too—probably filled with expensive koi fish, their colors shimmering beneath the surface… probably.

From somewhere deep in the forest, the sound of wind brushing through the trees and distant birdsong echoed gently. It was strangely peaceful. Almost as if the dungeon itself had forgotten how to be dangerous.

“…Maybe… this isn’t even inside the dungeon anymore.”

“Could it be some kind of ‘shrine’ zone?”

“There’s no room like this. That’s clearly a real temple over there.”

Satsuki-chan pointed toward the main hall and let out a quiet sigh.

Apparently, it wasn’t a “temple room” or a “shrine zone” or anything like that.

“…But we can’t just stay here forever.”

“We don’t know what’s waiting for us, but let’s try heading to the main hall.”

It wasn’t far.

The imposing wooden structure stood only a minute’s walk away. We should be there soon if we just kept walking.

Still… I had no idea what awaited us. Not that I ever really did.

But this time was different. We didn’t even know if we were still inside a dungeon at all. The scenery was too calm—too natural. Birdsong drifted through the trees, and the rustling leaves made it easy to forget everything. That was dangerous.

Come on, Daishi!

The words earlier came to my mind.

Final Trial.

Something—whether it was a battle or something equivalent—was guaranteed to happen. Now wasn’t the time to relax. We need to be ready at any moment.

“…We’re here.”

“Waaah… it’s so impressive…”

The massive wooden hall stood before us, quiet and solemn. Standing right in front of what must have been the main hall, I let out an involuntary breath of awe.

I had thought it was impressive from afar—but up close, the sheer presence and severity of it were on another level entirely. It was as if history itself was pressing down on us. Each roof tile—twisted like senbei crackers baked too long—seemed to possess a will of its own, asserting its existence in silence.

There was no doubt about it. This was a deeply venerable, sacred structure.

“…Should we go inside?”

“It feels… almost too sacred to step into…”

But hesitation wouldn’t help us now. The entrance was right in front of us. We just had to steel ourselves and go in. The Final Trial was probably waiting beyond that door.

『—Wait. Not yet. Don’t enter. The final trial will be done outside.』

“…Huh?”

There it was again.

That voice. Clear as day—the same childish voice as before.

“W-we can’t open the door?! What does it mean, ‘do the final trial outside’—?!”

THUD.

THUD.

THUD.

Massive footsteps shook the earth—each impact heavy enough to crack the ground. A deep rumbling echoed from somewhere nearby.

Where was it coming from…?!

No way—

For a moment, I doubted my own eyes.

You got to be kidding me…

> It’s coming from over there!
> A giant race!
> From behind the temple!
> It’s huge…
> Wait, isn’t that a Buddha statue?
> Asura statue?
> No. That’s a Rakshasa.
> The god who presides over destruction and annihilation?
> That’s not a dungeon monster then!

“Clairvoyance!”

There was no time to think. I need information.

Species: Fierce God

Eh? That’s all!?

That tells me nothing at all!

Useless! Clairvoyance is useless!

“…Ah.”

“Satsuki-chan!”

No good. Satsuki-chan had completely lost her fighting spirit. She collapsed right there on the ground. She couldn’t even speak anymore. If she stayed sitting there…

“Gubububu… I… am… Fierce God.”

“…Wha—!”

It leapt!

From behind the temple, it vaulted over the entire structure in a single bound. Its landing point was unmistakable.

Us. It’s going to crush us underfoot!

I needed to grab Satsuki-chan and escape—but—

No. There’s no time.

BOOOOOOM!!

“Again… I …destroyed… yet another meaningless thing…”

“Damn it…!”

It’s heavy. Insanely heavy!

But—I held on. My stats are maxed out after all.

I’m not losing here!

Not in a place like this!

“What?!”

“Don’t underestimate me, you damn god—former salaryman strength, remember that you bastard!!”

Fueled by that shout, I braced myself and stopped the massive blow of the stone statue—a Fierce God, likely Rakshasa or some similar divine war form.

Then I grabbed the leg that had attacked us and hurled it back toward the stone approach to the shrine as hard as I could.

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Isekai Nonbiri Sanpo Tabi

Walking, Chapter 296: Upcoming plans

After informing how they intend to deal with the captured adventurer, the Margrave pulled out a tablet-like magical device from his pocket and began tapping away at it. Despite his large fingers, he handled it with surprising dexterity.

“That should do it… Sue, come here and take a look at this, will you?”

Calling Sue over, the Margrave had her check the contents displayed on the tablet.

Now that I thought about it, the Eastern Margrave had done the same thing—having Sue review something on a similar device. What exactly were they having her verify?

Before I could dwell on it further, Sue began tapping at the tablet herself.

“How about this?”

“Hahaha! That’s perfect. Let’s send it out right away.”

At whatever changes Sue had made, the Margrave burst into laughter, clearly pleased.

With a deeply satisfied expression, he resumed operating the tablet. Moments later, it seemed a reply came through. Both the Margrave and Sue exchanged looks—each wearing the same expression of quiet satisfaction.

“I’ve just reported the matter to the royal castle. Since it involves illegal entry by a noble’s son, the military will be taking him into custody. On top of that, they’ll summon Count Kasuak directly and give him a proper warning and make it clear he’s not to meddle with your families. They’ll even assign guards to you for a while.”

“Margrave, we’re the ones who caused trouble, and yet…. uhm, thank you very much.”

“You’ve even taken our families into consideration. We’re truly grateful.”

“Haha! This much is only natural. It’s the duty of a lord, after all.”

“““So cool!”””

The Margrave finished with a proud grin, clearly pleased with himself—but personally, I couldn’t help wondering on what exactly did Sue add to that message.

Then, the Guild Master turned his attention to us.

“Casey, Telma—you two should spend some time learning about adventuring from Shun and his group. In just a few short months, they’ve already climbed to D-rank. They even hold three titles.”

I had a feeling things would turn out like this. More than anything, Casey and Telma were acquaintances of Sue’s—there was no way she’d just leave them be.

As the Guild Master spoke, Sue and I exchanged a glance and gave a small nod.

“Now then…. about lodging, hm? Though I suppose you’re planning to have them stay at your estate anyway, aren’t you?”

“Hahaha, you know me too well. That’s what comes of a long-standing acquaintance. It’s partly for their protection. But, to be honest, I’m also quite interested in seeing Shun and his group’s strength for myself.”

Uhm… the Guild Master and the Margrave seem to be discussing something rather unsettling.

It’s not just the matter of lodging—at this rate, I can practically see an event coming where we end up sparring with the Margrave.

And then, Shiro started saying something absolutely outrageous to Casey and Telma.

“You know, when you go to the Margrave’s estate, you get to eat really delicious food!”

““Eh?!””

“Shiro… how many times do I have to tell you? Don’t bring up food every time we talk about visiting a Margrave’s residence.”

“Eeeh…”

Shiro puffed her cheeks in protest, but seriously—this was not the time to be talking about meals, especially right in front of the Margrave.

“Hahaha! In that case, I suppose my household must prepare a feast that won’t lose to any other.”

“““Yay!”””

See? Now you’ve gone and gotten the Margrave fired up.Even Sue couldn’t help but let out a wry smile.

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Isekai Nonbiri Sanpo Tabi

Walking, Chapter 295: The Margrave appeared

Just as we were in the middle of that conversation, the guild receptionist stepped into the private room.

“Guild Master… um… the Margrave has arrived.”

“““Eh?!”””

Her words hit us like a bolt from the blue, and all of us stared in shock.

The Margrave—here, at the Adventurers’ Guild? I never imagined someone of his stature would come in person.

And yet, the Guild Master didn’t seem the least bit shaken. If anything, he looked like he had expected this all along.

“Sigh… so he came after all. I suppose he’s the type who prefers to deal with troublesome matters directly, isn’t he?”

“Hahaha, as sharp as ever. You read me well. Is this what they call a long-standing acquaintance?”

A man entered the room with a laugh, answering the Guild Master’s musing as though it had been directed at him. He got a towering figure—a silver wolf beastman of striking appearance, clad in lavish attire that spoke of both power and nobility. There was no doubt about it. He has to be the Margrave of the western frontier.

Without a hint of hesitation, the Margrave strode over and took a seat beside the Guild Master, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

“A group of interesting talents has shown up huh. Oh well, along with a complete fool, it seems.”

“““M–Margrave, we sincerely apologize for the trouble we’ve caused!”””

The Margrave spoke of the incident with a booming laugh, brushing it off as if it were nothing—but Sue, Casey, and Telma sprang to their feet. Their faces drained of color as they bowed deeply in apology.

Watching them, the Margrave gave a small nod, tilting his chin as if in mild approval.

“You three aren’t at fault here. Especially you two. You were simply following that idiot as adventurers. I heard he was making a fuss in a neighboring territory too, claiming he couldn’t stay at a beastman-run inn. Sigh… things like that happen several times a year. Not worth losing sleep over.”

Hmm… perhaps it was that bold, beastman way of thinking, but the Margrave laughed off the commotion at the inn—something I myself had witnessed—as if it were trivial.

But then, his expression shifted.

“All that said… entering the territory under a falsified adventurer registration is unacceptable. You, at least, entered my domain with legitimate adventurer cards, so there’s no issue there. But using a fraudulent card to gain entry into a Margravate is, in essence, trespassing. And that applies to anyone—noble or not. Not just in my lands, but in any territory.”

Ah… I see. So that’s how it works.

Forging an adventurer’s card is, of course, a crime in itself—but more importantly, without a legitimate card, one isn’t even permitted to enter the capital in the first place.

Had he presented some form of noble identification, it might have been a different story. But that man entered the city using a falsified adventurer’s card.

At this point, even if he were to produce proof of nobility, it would already be too late.

“He’ll be charged with illegal entry into my domain. That fool will be taken to a military facility for interrogation. I doubt he’ll be seeing freedom again anytime soon.”

The Margrave declared flatly.

I couldn’t help but wonder why that guy would take such a risk just to come to the western frontier.

Perhaps it wasn’t merely about asserting dominance over beastmen…Maybe he had some other motive altogether.

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Datsusara Souryo no Danjon Sousou Haishin

Chapter 36

《 Burial Power +9999 》
《【Requiem】Lv +1 【Retribution】Lv +1》
Name: Daishi Ajiri
Class: Cleric
Level: 20 (+10)
HP: 350/350
MP: 200/200
Strength: 999  
Endurance: 400
Agility: 180
Intelligence: 131
Burial Power: 999(+9999)[9999]
Skills:
【Burial Fist (LV1)】  
【Retribution (LV2)】
【Requiem (LV2)】
【Return (LV2)】
【Cremation (LV2)】
【Clairvoyance (LV4)】
Unique Skill:
【Hell Gate】

I gained ten levels.

It seemed as though the system itself had grown tired of keeping track—because aside from Burial Power, none of my other stats like HP or MP were increasing anymore. No new skills had been acquired, but my skill levels had risen by one each for both 【Requiem】 and 【Retribution】.

And as for Burial Power… it kept piling up nines. So many 9s that looking at it made him feel a strange, uneasy pressure in his chest. Or maybe that wasn’t the reason his heart felt heavy at all.

“Wu… Wuaaaaaahhh…!”

Satsuki-chan burst into tears.

“I was the one who defeated it! So why is it always Daishi-san who gets all the credit?! Waaahhh!”

The seal that had blocked the exit was already gone now, as if it had been undone, revealing the passage leading deeper inside. Like it was leading us to move forward.

I want to push ahead as usual but it seemed that wouldn’t be possible just yet.

The comment section was in chaos.

> She started crying, hey…

> Okay, that’s kinda pitiful

> Well, even though she used dirty tricks, that was Satsuki’s doing.

> Karma hits hard.

> Deserved lol

> Hey, you made Satsuki-chan cry!

> That old man is unforgivable!

> You’re not getting away with this!

> Take my Hell Gate—brrr!

> Satsuki fans are going wild.

> Calm down lol

> I’ll send you all to the grave!

The chat was spiraling out of control.

Honestly, I hadn’t meant to steal her credit or anything. In fact, I didn’t even defeat it. That was what confused me the most. Sure, I might have gripped it a little too hard when I caught it, just to make sure it wouldn’t escape.

But was that enough to twist the system’s judgment like this? Or should I be thinking that the rules themselves had already been warped beyond recognition?

“(…Sniffle… sniffle….) w-waaaah…”

“Ah… I’m sorry, Satsuki-chan. Here.”

I handed her a handkerchief.

“T-thank you… (sniffle). It’s not like Daishi-san did anything wrong… probably…”

She wiped her tears with the handkerchief I gave her, still trembling as she spoke in a tear-choked voice.

Hey, don’t blow your nose on it.

Then, as if pulling herself together with effort, she added softly,

“…It’s fine, Daishi-san. Please don’t worry about me. Just go ahead and allocate your stat points.”

Right.

I’d almost forgotten in the middle of all this.

She seemed to have calmed down a little, so even though I felt a bit guilty, I decided to do as she said.

Surplus Burial Points: 9999
HP:      350 (0) [-+]
Max HP:   350 (0) [-+]
MP:       200 (0) [-+]
Max MP:   200 (0) [-+]
Strength: 999 (0) [-+]
Endurance: 400 (0) [-+]
Agility:    180 (0) [-+]
Intelligence: 131 (0)    [-+]

Now then… which stat should I raise?

Hm? Wait a second.

Is this… what I think it is?

I couldn’t do the math instantly, but… well, let’s try it anyway.

Surplus Burial Points: 4,817
HP: 999 (+649)  [– +]
Max HP: 999 (+649)  [– +]
MP: 999 (+799) [– +]
Max MP: 999 (+799) [– +]
Strength: 999 (0)   [– +]
Endurance: 999 (+599)  [– +]
Agility: 999 (+819)  [– +]
Intelligence: 999 (+868)  [– +]

Okay. I have leftover Burial Points.

> So? What happened to the stats?

> He beat the Golden Emperor Slime, so they must’ve gone way up.

> No idea anymore lol

> Wouldn’t be weird if everything hit max.

> He probably learned like four skills too.

> Did Clairvoyance reach Lv5?

> If Burial Fist leveled up, it might split the planet.

> Is Retribution still Lv1?

> Does Requiem work on non-undead creatures too?

The viewers were getting more and more excited, letting their expectations spiral higher and higher. So I calmly stated only the facts.

> He leveled up 10 times?!

> Level 20 and already all stats maxed, lol

> Even after maxing them out, he still has leftover points??

> Can leftover points boost skills?

> Is there no cap break?

> He’s basically beyond SSS rank at this point lol

> Our Daishi is literally invincible

> Leveling up is almost meaningless now

“….”

“…Hey. I wonder what’s going on here.”

Satsuki-chan, who had already stopped crying, was now just staring at me in silence. But her eyes were hollow.

“….”

Feeling the heavy atmosphere settling in, I tried to lighten the mood by acting a little playful.

It didn’t work. Satsuki-chan remained silent.

…Hey, say something.

It’s scary. Ah—right. I hadn’t pressed the confirm button for the surplus Burial Points yet. It felt like a waste to leave them unused, but well, there didn’t seem to be anything else I could do with them anyway. Let’s just confirm it.

Click.

Hm?

《 Maximum status limit confirmed. Proceeding to final trial. 》

Huh? Final trial…?

Goooooo… RUMBLE.

“…Earthquake?!”

With a deep, rumbling roar, the ground suddenly began to shake violently. Cracks tore through the stone floor. The ground beneath us groaned and warped as if it were about to collapse entirely.

Satsuki-chan screamed.

This is bad.

“Satsuki-chan!”

“We need to get to the exit—whoa!”

No good. We’re not going to make it.

“Waaahhh!”

“Daishi-san! Take my hand!”

“Huh?”

“Just hurry!”

Without warning, the floor gave way.

It felt like we were being dragged down into the depths of the earth itself. In the midst of the chaos, I managed to grab Satsuki-chan’s hand—and together, we plunged into a massive pit that had appeared out of nowhere.

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Chapter 35

“Daishi-san. How about we work together?”

Satsuki-chan, now back at my side, made her proposal to defeat Gorue-chan.

The target, the Golden Emperor Slime, had retreated near the exit. And maybe it was just my imagination, but from that distance, it almost looked like it was sneering at us.

Okay, now that ticks me off.

“You’ve got a plan?”

“It’s still a monster. That means it should have patterns in how it moves.”

“Patterns?”

“Yes. When facing a strong enemy, the key to clearing high-difficulty dungeons is figuring out those patterns. Either before or during the fight and then exploiting them.”

Well, she wasn’t wrong. Even in games, the tougher the enemy, the more complex their mechanics. If you don’t read up on strategies, beating them is practically impossible. Maybe it’s a bit of a stretch, but it’s the same with salarymen, in a way. Knowing your enemy—your client—is the foundation of everything.

“Is there any kind of strategy guide for that golden slime?”

“No. After all, the only ones who’ve ever defeated it were the Hero’s party. There’s no prior information.”

…Yeah, figures.

“It’s almost impossible for us to be killed by its attacks. So we’ll gather data while fighting it. Please help me, Daishi-san. Then we can decide the outcome afterward. What do you think?”

> She’s just trying to use you, old man

> Reject that proposal

> [Oops, my bad~ I accidentally killed it. Teehee.] She’ll say something like those lines later on

> This kind of chance won’t come again

> Satsuki-chan would never do that!

> Let Satsuki-chan have it, old man!

> It’s boring if Satsuki just levels up

> Show us your dominance, old man

> You can take it solo anyway

Well, yeah. She’s probably trying to use me. From my experience so far, that much is pretty obvious.

But still…

I can’t deny I’ve been the one getting stronger this whole time. Part of me does feel a little guilty about that. A lot has happened—but Satsuki-chan has worked just as hard to make it this far. The special experience points were tempting but I decided I could let this one go. I’m an adult, after all. Honestly, if she had just asked me properly, I would’ve been happy to support her. Still… Satsuki-chan really is still a child.

“Alright. So what do I do?”

“For now, I’ll chase it around. Could you take the data, Daishi-san?”

Saying that, she handed me a notebook and a pen.

“Please sketch a simple map of the room and record the slime’s movement positions. I don’t know how many times we’ll need to repeat it, but we might be able to see a pattern from that.”

“Got it.”

“If possible, analyze the data at the same time—ah, judging by your expression, that’s a no, huh?”

“Yep.”

“Well, whatever. Let’s just focus on gathering data for now.”

With a slightly exasperated look, Satsuki-chan turned back to face Gorue-chan.

Analyze it at the same time? There’s no way I could do something like that. Just keeping up with Satsuki-chan and Gorue-chan moving at that insane speed with my eyes alone was already going to be a challenge.

No, I definitely couldn’t keep up with Gorue-chan with my eyes. And my clerical processing ability isn’t nearly that high.

> Just mark the place where the slime escaped.

> Since it’s instantaneous movement, you can’t track it with lines.

> Satsuki would probably calculate that much while fighting anyway.

> This is a trap to immobilize the old man.

> She’s a clever schemer.

> Hey, use the [Hell Gate] already.

> Data collection is boring to watch.

> A sovereign’s unique skill sounds hype.

> But isn’t that just a fart skill?

> “Open Gate” is too strong a phrase.

> That’s definitely a door you should never open.

> This is way beyond “hell” level trouble.

> I can’t stop thinking about it.

The comments practically flooded my vision, all begging for me to use the [Hell Gate].

…Seriously, give me a break.

That skill is something I only intend to use when it’s truly life or death. And there’s no guarantee it would only produce… well, gas.

“Did you draw the floor plan?”

“Ah—yeah.”

“Alright then! I’m going in! Don’t miss a single thing!”

I had already drawn it anyway—just a circle with an entrance and an exit, that’s all a floor plan really needed here. All that was left was to mark points on it.

Well, I had a few mixed feelings about this, but I figured I might as well sit back and watch Satsuki-chan’s performance.

◆◆◆

“Haa… haa… Why… why can I pinpoint its spawn positions, but my attacks still don’t land…?”

Satsuki-chan, breathless, muttered in the center of the room. From near the exit, Gorue-chan watched her as if mocking her.

About ten minutes. That was how long Satsuki-chan had been lunging at Gorue-chan over and over, only to be dodged each time. And the data I’d been collecting was already useless.

Actually, the slime was moving so fast I couldn’t record anything properly in the first place. The dots I’d randomly placed on the floor plan had turned into a mess, and I’d long since crumpled the paper and tossed it at my feet.

“Daishi-san!”

“Y-yeah?”

“Next time, it’ll appear near the entrance! Please catch it there!”

…Huh?

> lol She’s already acting like she’s soloing this

> She’s still making the old man help anyway

> Should’ve just said so from the start lol

Seriously. She really doesn’t seem to know how to ask someone properly. Well, whatever.

But… can I actually catch it?

Maybe I should just grab it the moment it appears?

With my strength, I could probably do it—but I’m not exactly into hugging monsters.

“Got it! Is this position okay?”

“Haa… haa… yes… now! Here I go!”

Satsuki-chan shouted differently this time and launched herself again.

Of course, Gorue-chan used instant movement—

Now!

It’s right in front of me!

“Fnnn!”

“Pugyaaa!”

I caught it. Pinned between my right and left hands. Good thing I didn’t try hugging it.

Also, what the hell was that sound? “Pugyaaa”?

That doesn’t fit its character at all.

“Haaaaaaaa!!”

“W-w-w-wait wait wait!!”

Satsuki-chan, with a demon-like expression, came charging in at the captured Gorue-chan.

—But her momentum looked like it might cut me in half too.

“Chesssssssssst!!”

“Pugyaaaaaa!!”

With a war cry like a Satsuma warrior, Satsuki-chan’s critical strike grazed my nose and exploded into Gorue-chan. With a final scream, it split cleanly in two.

And then—

Sparkling… glittering…

Like gold sand scattering into the air, Gorue-chan vanished into the afterlife at Satsuki-chan’s hands.

“We… we did ittttt!!”

“…I thought I was going to die.”

“I wasn’t going to cut you, Daishi-san!”

“I felt a strong grudge.”

“No way! Haha… ahaha… but more importantly—my level!”

Eh?

Wait. As usual, that familiar screen appeared before me.

This is…

No way…

《 Daishi has leveled up. 》

Why though?

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Walking, Chapter 294: The reason why they were chosen as the party members

Looks like we also have to sit in while the envoy from the Western Margrave received a full explanation.

To be honest, the atmosphere is very heavy, but we have some people who are good at striking up conversations.

“Hey, hey! How do you fight, Casey-oneechan and Telma-oneechan?”

“Uh, well, I fight in a swordsman style.”

Casey replied.

“I’m also a swordsman style. Both of us can use body-enhancement magic, so we’re fairly skilled,” Telma added.

“““Ooh! That’s cool!”””

Come to think of it, Casey and Telma both had swords strapped to their waists.

The captured adventurer was also a swordsman type. But, would having three frontliners really work out? Sue seemed to be thinking the same thing, and she asked them a few questions of her own.

“So, what role did Dein-sama take?”

“W-well… he just stayed in the back.”

“He said it was because he was supposed to be in a commanding position…”

Yeah… that guy really was a piece of work. He probably intended to run off the moment things got tough.

“Most likely, he thought a woman would be easier to control than a man if a fight broke out. Truly despicable.”

The guild master muttered, frowning at the audacity of the guy.

No doubt, he just wanted to level up without lifting a finger.

“By the way, at first Dein-sama intended to invite Sue-san to the party. After the chaos in the Southern Margravate, he expected her to return to the capital.”

“But Sue-san went off to the other frontiers. That’s why we were chosen instead.”

“I’m sorry about that. But to be honest, I really don’t want to work with Dein-sama.”

““Me neither!””

Hmm… the women were absolutely tearing into the child of their patron. That alone showed just how little respect—or popularity—that Dein guy had.

Shiro and the others soon joined in the conversation.

“Um, you know, Sue-oneechan actually has a nickname.”

“Ah, I think it’s the ‘Holy Empress,’ right?”

“Shiro-chan, Fran-chan, don’t say anything about the nickname.”

Sue whispered, a faint blush on her cheeks.

“And Shun-oniichan… he’s known as the ‘Electric Chef.’”

“Wow… even a nickname, huh? As expected of Sue-san.”

“Otherwise, you wouldn’t have reached D rank in just over six months, right?” Sue seemed a little embarrassed about how she had earned her title, so she didn’t like being called by it. But, really, it was better for everyone to know sooner rather than later—it was bound to come out eventually.

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