Amagi Brilliant Park's
V2 - Chapter 2 Part 3

After falling into a trap hole, Sento Isuzu slid down the slope back and forth to his feet in the darkness before placing him in a random room. Consciousness fled.

He pushed Seiya out of the way very roughly. Is he okay? In such a state of turmoil, it was hard to know if I made the right decision. I hope he's okay..What will we do if something happens to him? It is important for the garden, and important bagik—

“Ugh..”

While he lay there in a daze, he felt something with a large amount enter the room. They surrounded Isuzu, whispering to each other.

“A human! It's been a long time, mogu.”.

“Wait, mogu. He's from Maple Land..”

“From wherever it comes from, we can't let it go just like that.”.

He felt himself placed on top of something like a stretcher and moved. Hunchback shadows could be seen projected on the walls of the labyrinth. As small as children, the creatures whispered to each other in words he could not understand as they carried them.

He returned unconscious. He must have fainted for about fifteen minutes, because when he woke up, he was lying on a plain bed.

“Where am I?” she asked.

It seemed to be a small, dark room with a stone wall and a sturdy iron bar door. He's in jail.

“Isuzu-chan? Are you awake now, ron?” He looked up to see Macaron sitting nearby, his back pressed against the prison wall. “I fell into the trap hole too, ron. It seems they brought me here while I was fainting.”

“They?” he asked for evidence. “They are who?”

“No idea, ron. They're small, they look like mole rats. I've never seen anything like them in the cast of AmaBuri.”

“They don't seem to be citizens of Maple Land.” He sat on the bed and shook his head. She wasn't seriously injured—just a little bruised—but she really wanted to take a shower. The cells are dusty and smell of fungus; it makes it nauseous.

“This is an untouched underground labyrinth for more than ten years,” he commented. “Why is anyone staying here?”

“Good questions. It is clear that a magical realm must create this underground labyrinth, but we are under the second garden, ron.” As he spoke, Macaron took out a cigarette out of nowhere and lit it with Zippo. Marlboro, as usual.

“...At least can you ask me permission before smoking?” Isuzu.

“Oh, excuse me, little girl. Can I smoke, ron?”

“No.” reply is short.

“Ahh. Sorry I offended you, ron.” But, despite his apology, Macaron continued to smoke. He did not seem to intend to turn off his cigarette at all.

Isuzu had been in AmaBuri for a year, but he still did not know Macaron well. He knew that he spent most of his time with Moffle and Tiramii, and that he was an irresistible fool who always did stupid things, he said, but over time he showed a dignified side (though he lacked Moffle's keen insight). There were many cast members who were intimidated by Isuzu's personality, but Macaron seemed to enjoy teasing him.

He also does not seem to be afraid of a woman hating him? he wonders. What is the confidence of a man with a child and an ex-wife?

Still smiling broadly in his sarcastic manner, Macaron enjoyed a few more puffs of his cigarette, then switched it off in a casual gesture. It would look quite stylish if it was done by a handsome old man, but to the furry sheep mascot, it all seemed a little strange.

“Yeah, however..we can't stay locked in this cell forever, ron,” Macaron walk to the bars. “This key—ini seems a simple padlock, ron. If only Tiramii were here. It will open quite easily..”.

“Do you have anything you can use to break into it?”

“Nothing. All I have is my wallet, my house keys, my smartphone and—”

While Macaron was muttering to himself, Isuzu pulled out his musket from his thigh and blew up the padlock. The sound of gunfire echoed in the prison.

“What is enough?” she asked.

Stunned, Macaron whistled in appreciation. “That's my girl, ron. Let's go.”

Even when they came out of the cell, there was no sign of guards coming at them. Surprising, because the gunshot was quite loud…

“Any..” she observes.

“Maybe Moffle and the others are making trouble out there, ron. They had to divert their entire army to another place.”.

“Although that's the case, one would have thought it would trigger an alarm, at least.” Isuzu.

“Hmm..”

Corridors are lined with cells on both sides. There were over twenty rooms. One road immediately led to a dead end, while the other led to a door that looked solid in the distance.

They decided to walk to the door.

But before they took more than a few steps, they realized that there were other prisoners present. About three cells came down from the cell they were in, someone coughed.

“...?” Finding it strange, they peeked into the cell.

The first thing they saw was three LCD monitors of varying sizes, followed by a desktop PC, Blu-ray recorder, and various gaming systems. A PC laptop was thrown into bed carelessly, and the table was filled with a large collection of figures, made up of girls as well as robots with a ratio of about 30-70. Bookshelves full of manga, DVDs, and games lined the walls, and all the empty space was occupied by posters of idols and pro wrestlers.

The only occupant of the room was facing the monitor, turning his back to them. He is a short and fat creature with three heads. The seats are made of what looks like high-quality mesh, and have an ergonomic design.

“Ohh... an Aeron Chair, ron. Pro manga artists and animators love it. If I had one..”.

“Is now really the time to be envious?” Isuzu. “What the fuck...”

The place was obviously a prison cell, but it had been converted into a room that would make any bachelor otaku envious. On the contrary, when a female Isuzu sees her—yah, if she happens to find a boyfriend for herself, and goes to her room wearing her best underwear and ready to take the risk, she, this was the true definition of a scene he hoped he would not see inside.

And ah, look there—floors scattered with empty plastic bottles and empty Amazon boxes! That was the culmination of the abuse.

“What are you talking about out there, Nell? It was too early for lunch..” With the atmosphere irritated, the occupant of the room turned in his expensive chair to face them.

He is a mascot with brownish yellow doll fur, which looks like a three-headed stoat. Isuzu felt like he had seen her before, even though he didn't know her enough.

But Macaron immediately exclaimed: “Wait, aren't you... Dornell?!”

Dornell: he was one of the cast members who got lost in the labyrinth once. Those who managed to return testified that he had been kidnapped by a dragon and completely swallowed.

Dornell squinted at Macaron. “Hmm? Aren't you. Macaron, nell? New Blood in Music Theater?”

“I've been in new status for a long time, ron. I'm a veteran now.”

“Ahh... right, I've been here for a while, nell. But that's okay.” Dornell slightly sat down and waved his fat hand.

“You.... Dornell, then? What the fuck are you doing here?” Isuzu asked.

In response, Dornell pointed to the LCD monitor behind him. “What does it look like? I read blogs, nell. Things like: ‘Why does light novel today have such a long name?’ And such.”

“Not that I mean,” Isuzu said. “You've been missing for over ten years, right? I'm trying to ask what you've been doing all this time.”

“Not that I mind explaining it... But who are you, nell?”

“I Sento Isuzu, secretary of park management manager. Tell me, then: what exactly have you been doing here all this time?”

“What do you think? I'm a prisoner, nell.”

“For more than ten years? Here?!”

Isuzu and Macaron both stared at him.

“Yes. They have a rule here: if you get caught, you have to stay until your friends come for you. My friends never came, so I've been here all the time, Nell. I told them I was bored, so they paired me with an internet connection.and in between playing games and building plastic models and watching anime.I guess I managed to fill the time and much more, nell.”.

“You spent ten years like this?”

“Yep, that's why. …Hey, I'm hungry.” Dornell picked up the phone at his desk. “...Hey, it's me. Can you bring some snacks? Yeah.how about some karamucho. And oolong tea. And three cups, nell.”

He ended his no-nonsense request, returned the phone to its place, then staggered to the bars. He opened the cell door with a clinking sound and hinted at them to enter. “Come, nell. A little messy, sure, but..”

“It's unlocked, ron?”

“Yes. We're all sick of dealing with that.”

“......” What the fuck is going on here?

Macaron and Isuzu, who were preparing to escape a while ago, entered Dornell's cell(?) with a completely self-confident atmosphere. The mascot pushed some empty Amazonian dus to the side, revealing two tatami chairs where he asked them to sit. Restlessly, they accepted his offer.

“Dornell. Everyone in the park thinks you're missing, ron. Frankly, we assume you're dead.”

“Ahh. Well, that's obvious.” said Dornell indifferently.

“Your workgroup is worried. And it's not good for someone to stay in a place like this for so long, ron. Why don't you tell the park that you're okay, ron?”

“Oh. Well initially, I was just going to use my detention as a long vacation, nell. But I managed to create a pretty ideal environment here, as you can see..and then I got addicted to this MMO that they beta tested.

“What is MMO?” Isuzu, who knew a little about video games, asked.

“It is an online game, ron. Now that he mentions it, there used to be explosions in the types of time-wasting games on a massive scale back then..”.

“It feels a little awkward to contact the park after a full year, so I just spent my time here instead. They brought me all the food I could eat, and I could order almost anything else I wanted online.

He's trash, Isuzu realized. He was in front of another piece of real trash.

“Ahh, so. MMOs can be a problem, ron. I heard Narukawa-san himself spent a year on Lineage II, ron.”

“Who?” Dornell.

“But this is what I don't know, ron. You've been hidden down here for years. Why don't you end up disappearing because of monos?”

“Entahlah. I guess it's because I became popular playing as a girl online.”

“Scrown!” Macaron sneering.

“However, I love the life I have right now, nell. You can have your tea, but when you're done, I hope you go home and leave me here, nell.”

“Go home? We can get out of here?” Isuzu and Macaron both snatched up the phrase.

“Sure, perhaps,” Dornell shrugs. “Never try it yourself, of course.”

“But where exactly did this labyrinth come from?” isuzu said, pressing him for a detailed explanation. “You had someone bring you tea earlier, and someone brought you all those gaming systems and computers. Do you mind giving us an explanation?”

“Ohh, yah—”

Just as he was about to start, another creature appeared in the cell. The creature was a small, mole-like mascot carrying a tray with a bottle of oolong tea, a cup, and a snack.

“Master Customer, Sir. We brought you your tea, mogu.”

“Thank you very much!” Dornell opened the cell door and picked up tea and snacks like a regular customer interacting with a waiter in a karaoke room.

Isuzu and Macaron both stared, then sighed simultaneously: “...‘Customer’?”

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Seiya, Moffle, and Tiramii were all over the labyrinth, panting and trying to calm themselves.

They must fight back against small enemies, run away from mid-level bosses, avoid strange traps, complete block puzzle mini-games within the time limit to open the door, they were all battered and exhausted.

They had already escaped from their enemies for now, it seemed, but they could end up in battle again at any time.

“Hah... Hah.. The last time I used a shovel this much was... never, actually,” Seiya groaned. “You may like these yakuza things, but I'm a manager, remember?! An office worker!”

“An office worker, with 850 yen per hour? Bizarre, fumo. You're better suited to cleaning trenches, fumo.” Moffle asphyxiated. As tough and strong as he was, not even himself could hide his fatigue.

“Cleaning trenches, huh?” Seiya sneered in return. “More sounds like a job for a rat like you.”

“Hahh... hahh... can you save his banter for less precarious time, mii? I hate Hollywood cliches, mii..” As he talks, Tiramii digs into his bag. “Bad news, mii. I'm out of Molotov's. Maybe I have some chemical fertilizers around here. With a base of nitric acid, I might be able to make something explosive.”.

“Can The Flower Fairy please do not discuss explosive fertilizer?” Seiya asked.

“Alright, mii... It's just that, I always want to make a big bang and then say: ‘heh, dirty fireworks!’”

“I think you hate Hollywood cliches, fumo.”

“B-After all.. We need to find out where we are.” With the help of her shovel like a walking stick, Seiya got up.

He checked his watch and saw that it was past 2:30 p.m. This is not good; there are only 90 minutes left until the meeting. The meeting! Seiya was desperate. So much more important than plunging into this stupid maze!

“I don't have time to remember which path we took,” he admitted, “so I don't know where we are now. I can get an idea of the direction we're heading, but—”

Seiya took out his smartphone and checked his compass app. Moffle peeked at his smartphone screen from the side.

“Moffu. So this road goes north, fumo. Then I guess we must be.. uhh, I don't know.”.

“If I knew this would happen, I would install the pedometer app, but... hmm?” Seiya's eyebrows shriveled. His smartphone Wi-Fi window opens and asks him to select a network.

LAN connection available? it's astonished. This deep underground? The name of that network is ‘mogmog001’ and ‘mogmog002.’ It was also not a weak signal: it got three bars. Unfortunately, both networks need a password.

That doesn't make any sense. Could it be that they were close enough to the surface, and a wireless connection just happened to pass through a nearby cave?

“I did not find such a cave, mii..” said Tiramii, while investigating the surrounding walls.

While he was doing that, Seiya tried as many passwords as he could think of, but nothing worked. “Uhh... If only we could connect, we could check our current location and ask for help..”.

“Tirami. Can't you do something, fumo?”

“I doubt, mii. It's not like I'm a super hacker. Shit!”

For a while, he thought he had found a way out of this, but it seemed their chances of asking for help on the internet were zero. He checked his time; he wasted five minutes playing around like this.

“Seiya. You've checked the clock many times, fumo. Is there a problem?”

“...I have a meeting to attend. I can't be late.”

“We're stuck in an underground labyrinth, and you're worried about work? Miish, I know you're a workaholic, but still.”.

Just then, they heard the sound of a crowd of footsteps from the corridor in front. They are accompanied by the noise of dangerous metal friction, screeching and growling.

A swarm of enemies is heading here.

“Ugh... they are chasing us again.” Seiya.

“I feel I should remind you guys that I'm out of Molotov, mii!”

“Enter in?” Seiya doubted. “What's the use for us?!”

“Nothing, but staying here to fight will waste time and energy, fumo!” Moffle, of course, was right. With no other path, Seiya and Tiramii chased after him.

But the enemy doesn't just come from behind. They charged towards them from the front as well, and appeared abuzz from around the corner.

“Still no more?!”

“We have to break through, fumo!”

They hit the enemy mass, punching, kicking, throwing—they ran to the right, ran to the left, climbed up and jumped down.

They did so many times, until in the end they came out into the hallway straight away. The horde of small enemies did not stop for a moment.

“They are so stubborn!”

Half crawling, half crawling, Seiya and the others rushed down the hallway, kicked a large door and jumped inside. The enemy quickly followed.

“Close! Close the door!”

They pushed shut the double door that Moffle and Tiramii had just kicked open, and then Seiya used her shovel as a crossbar through the handle.

“…!”

They're just in time. The enemy hit the door behind them. The door shook, but it didn't open. The lacing was followed by a constant pounding of the door, but for now, their pursuers seemed to be stuck on the other side. They would probably break through in the end, but it would hold them back for a while, at least.

“Let's stay away while we can!” Wiping the sweat dripping from her chin, Seiya rushed away from the door.

But Moffle and Tiramii did not move. They stared deeper into the room that—Seiya just realized that it was a room—by turning her back.

“Hey, what are you doing? Hurry up and—”

In fact, the place was less like a room and more like a large banquet hall. It is about half the size of a school sports hall, as well as at least three stories high. The walls and pillars are adorned with ominous carvings, and the regularly placed braziers cast eerie shadows over them.

At the very back of the room lay a dragon.

A dragon! It was about the size of a ten-wheeler, with legs as thick as a tree, and covered entirely with dazzling deep red scales. On its back were wings large enough to encircle the entire room when it was fully expanded.

Slowly, the dragon raised his pointed head to look down on the petrified entourage.

“Oh, come on... what should we do now, fumo?” Moffle whispered weakly.

“We are stuck..” Seiya admits.

They're exhausted. They're out of real guns. And behind them, a large horde of monsters were still trying to break down the door. Defeating the dragon in front of them seemed to be the only way to proceed.

‘Bos level’... In a properly designed underground labyrinth, there will be a room before this with a healing or buff item, or at least a save point.

Tiramii spoke to Moffle in a frightened whisper, his fur standing upright: “Hei, Moffle... This is not that Arkhangelsk, is it?”

“Not,” Moffle whispered back. “It was a much larger storm class dragon—, with black and silver scales, fumo. And again, I took one of his eyes, and more importantly.” Moffle clenched his animal hand. “...Idina killed that one, fumo.”

“B-True, mii..”

What are they talking about? Seiya wondered. He found their conversation completely blurry. Actually, he did have an idea of what they meant, but he did not have the time to think about that at the moment.

The dragon let out a soft snarl, then spoke. 《Small creatures..》

Tiramii screams, “That can talk! That lizard can talk, mii!”

And a talking chibi dog is normal? thought Seiya was sour, but he chose not to interrupt.

《Little creatures.. Why are you bothering my sleep?》 His majestic voice echoed throughout the room. At least, he did not seem to be directly befalling them.

《I am the red dragon, Rubrum. Anwser me. Why did you fuck up my sleep?》

“What should we do, fumo?” Moffle.

“How could I know?” Seiya asked rhetorically, also keeping his voice low. “We just have to talk to him.”

“Do that, mii. You're the negotiator, Kanie-kun.”

“Huh? …Uhh.”

Moffle is also seen looking at her as if saying, “soon do something.” Seiya had to admit that he could not imagine many good things coming from handing the negotiations over to the mascots. So, with no other choice, he took a step forward and cleared his throat. “Ah... red dragon Rubrum, right? We realized we woke you up. And we're sorry. You see, we have no other choice but to flee to this room..”.

The red dragon growled and looked straight at Seiya. His eyes were the size of a watermelon.

“...Er, who wants to tighten is... we are lost. We also lost two of our friends. We'd be happy if you let us recover them, then help us find our way back to the surface… it feels like this is a suggestion that is win-win.”

The dragon let out a series of separate growls.

“K-You made him mad, mii!”

“That thought was laughter, fumo.”

The two mascots hid behind Seiya like a riot shield as they spoke.

《Win-win? Win-win, you say? …Don't make me laugh. I know who you are, little creatures. You guys came here to steal my hoard, didn't you?》

“Of course not! I'm the park's managing manager, you see, and I'm just investigating one of the park's old facilities.”

Even as he spoke, Seiya felt suspicious. The dragon was talking about a heap of treasures, but there was no object that looked like a treasure in the room. Survivors of the Dornell incident said that dragons and treasures were in the same room.

“K-You know about the amusement park on the surface, don't you? We are his staff members. I don't know how this labyrinth got here, but running an underground labyrinth on our property... ah, it's a little illegal, isn't it? If you do not want to cooperate, I must refer this matter to the legal department of the park!”

“Now he is carrying around the legal department..” Moffle muttered softly. “What kind of negotiation is this, fumo?”

“He should treat this person like a black market operator, mii.

“Shut!” Seiya hissed at the two of them.

The dragon growled again, this time more seriously. 《Little creatures. I can't believe your story. Many sneak thieves, in their desperation, make similar excuses.》

“Ah, then. This is! My garden ID! Do you believe me now?!” Seiya raised the cast ID card hanging around his neck.

《Heh... You think you can fool me with those meaningless pieces? Me, a creature born in ancient times? I, the explorer of the ten realms, with the knowledge to surpass mortal humans?!》

“All that sounds very impressive, but this card remains real!”

《Stupid creature... You have to pay for your lies!》 the dragon growled.

At that very instant, the door behind them shattered, and the monsters swarmed in. Shouting and mocking and banging their weapons and shields, they formed a semicircle around the entourage.

“This is bad, mii!”

“Moffu! We just have to kill as many as we can.”.

Tiramii began to cry, while Moffle prepared his fists. But Seiya stopped Moffle's hand, turned to the dragon, and raised his voice... “Hey, dragon! Rubrum, or whatever! You said something about ‘knowledge to surpass mortal man,’ right? Well, I guess it's laughable!”

Hordes of new troublemaking monsters were about to attack, but one growl from the dragon and they all stepped back. 《...Little creature. What did you just tell me?》

“I think you lied about how much you know,” Seiya alleged. “You're just a NEET hiding in a cave! I probably know more than you know!”

“K-Kanie-kun, maybe you shouldn't have provoked him like—mmgh.”

Moffle stops Tiramii before he can finish. “Let Seiya handle this, fumo.”

“M-Mii..”

The dragon opened its mouth, revealing a jaw wider than Seiya's height. Its fangs glistened with the flames of the brazier. 《Stop your rant! I'll swallow you whole!》

“Ya, yes. Swallow me completely! What a stupid lizard. You roared and you snarled and you ate a whole little creature, but I'm sure that's all you can do.” Seiya laughed mockingly. The dragon's eyes shone with anger, flames gushing out from his nostrils. Then a vile smile formed on his lips, and he looked at Seiya.

《Interesting. Then why don't you prove how much you know?》

“That sounds great. Ask me anything.”

《Oh?》

“Puzzle, laws of the universe, Ukranian word for ‘kadal fool’. But if I answer correctly, you have to let us go and free our friend. Is that acceptable?”

《Hmph. But as a penance for your miserable pranks, if you can't answer, your death won't be quick. I won't rush with your friends either, dissecting them with an extra five minutes!》

“Agree. Let's do it, then. I'm in a hurry, so hurry up.” Seiya stretched out his palm and gestured at the dragon using his finger; now was the time to use a grenade.

“Hey, Kanie-kun! It's a little reckless, mii!”

While the crying Tiramii tried to stop him, Moffle watched, pondering. The red dragon grinned widely, at this moment. He must have thought of a question that could not be answered—or maybe he imagined how he would deal with Seiya after he failed…

The dragon spoke magnificently. 《Well, small creature. This is my question for you, reaching far into the days of old: During the early medieval period, Illimo I of Regnum Sonim, was known as the God of War—”

“Come of the Wise Thodemme Onshisho.”

Aye!

If this was a quiz show, there would be the sound of happy bells and applause. But here, the group just stared at him.

《Er... Well... I haven't finished asking his question...》.

“I'm right, right? The Grail of the Wise Thodemme. Don't make me repeat myself.”

《Em... well..》

“That's the correct answer, right?!”

《I-It... yes, true.》 The dragon, intimidated, lowered his head.

“Moffu..”.

“M-Miin Amazing! Kanie-kun, how do you know?!”

“Heh. Trade secret,” said Seiya roughly. He used the ‘sihir’ Latifah gave him when he offered him the position of manager—power to read someone's mind once. He wasn't sure if it could be used on a monster like this, but he had already tried it on a neighbor's cat a few days ago, and he heard his mind say(?) “meow, meow, mrrow,” so it seems logical that he could.

He knows that now is not the time to be stingy with his grenade—although lately, he actually often uses it outside the park to help his negotiations…

《K-You must be cheating!》 refute the dragon, having regained consciousness. 《 There is no way a human like you would know the answer to that question! That question came up on the entrance exam for the livestock alchemy department at Schubert Agricultural University! It was the hardest test in the magical world!》

“That's an ancient entrance exam question?!”

“Pad!”

Seiya and Tiramii stood there in astonishment, while Moffle nodded understandingly.

“So, fumo. Schubert's farm is definitely a respected institute, and his test book is invaluable, fumo. That's enough that even Kawai Juku Maple Land has a special course for it.”

“You also have that prep school chain in Maple Land?”

“Moffu,” says Moffle agrees. “Nah, I wouldn't say it's a ‘knowledge beyond mortal man.’ If you start with the basics and work on it, you'll get in pretty easily. I guess in the end this little lizard isn't so mighty!”

The red dragon, who had gritted his fangs in frustration, was currently bursting out at Moffle's words. 《Di-Shut! Quiet, quiet! Even if it is indeed an ancient question, you should not be able to answer it! I don't accept it! I won't let you guys get out of here!》 The red dragon roared again.

“Hey, unfair, mii!”

“Now it's raging..”

“You are a despicable dragon for disavowing your words, fumo! Feel my fist!” Moffle jumped when the dragon attacked. Sneaking through the ground-breaking claws, he closed the distance between them in an instant, and smashed his fist into his wide-open jaw.

“Moffu!” With an uppercut propelled by his entire body, Moffle was able to unleash a power that was an easy counter to a Shin Shoryuken being ejected at the max meter.

Despite the huge difference in size, being hit at a weak point still made the dragon stagger back. 《Guwah?!》

After landing, Moffle quickly crossed his arms and gathered chi into his body. “Well, I see you're not so weak! But can you hold this, fumo?!” Mysterious destructive energies began to coalesce just below his navel.

Seiya was doubtful as to why an amusement park mascot could do that, but a convincing-looking aura lingered around Moffle. So instead of objecting, he ordered: “Hei, stop it.”

“Graaaaaaaaaaah!” Moffle roared, completely ignoring the orders. “Receive this, fumo! Secret Technique! Na—” Killer

“Speak stop!” Moffle fell forward with a kick in the butt from Seiya. His mysterious aura disappeared with a poof voice.

“What are you doing, fumo? I will use my focused spiritual power to create a micro black hole and fry it with Hawking radiation!”

“Liar!” Seiya sneered. “You can't fry people with Hawking radiation just like that!”

“Moffu..”.

“However,” Seiya continues, “see himself.”

“Hmm?”

The red dragon curled up in the corner of the room, holding his injured jaw with his front leg. 《Sorry. I'm really sorry. I shouldn't get too carried away..》.

He was like a person who wanted to be a delinquent teenager who went berserk half-heartedly, then immediately gave up when he was punished for it. It was enough that Seiya began to feel a little pity, as if he was the one trying to defeat the dragon. He looked around and saw that the little enemies showed no further signs of aggression; they were just watching Seiya's entourage from afar. It looks like Moffle's violence has scared them away.

“Moffu.. I thought that first punch was enough, fumo.”

《...But that's a little exaggerated, isn't it? I swung my claws intentionally not to hit you! I know I may be a little deep in the role, but you guys are my first guests after some time and.》 the red dragon Rubrum grumbled.

“Wait a minute,” Seiya interrupts. “Did you say ‘tamu’?”

《Yes. You are the second visitor to this attraction, the Land of Evidence Rubrum.》

“Um... ahh.. attractions?”

Just then, a stone pillar in the back of the room shifted open, the staff door opened, and Sento Isuzu appeared.

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