"-- oh, my God!　Hot!　I mean, it's hot!

　Garnett's first word as she dived through the hole I had [disassembled] the ceiling of the maze and jumped alone to see what was going on was a mysterious word that was not typical of the cool underground.

　There's a limit to how much we can grasp the situation from the [Analysis] from downstairs.
　Especially when there is a fierce battle going on, it's impossible to follow the details of the movements and only understand that 'they are fighting anyway'.

''Are you okay!　If you're in danger, come back now!
The battle is long over. The aftermath, or the residue of it, is that ...... is now safe. It's a pain in the ass to explain, so just get up there.

　He grabbed Garnett's hand held out from the edge of the hole in the ceiling and was pulled up at once with his skill-enhanced arm strength.

'Whoa ......!　It sure looks like mid-summer: ......
'Right?　I don't know, but at least it looks like we won without any damage.

　I looked around the underground space.

　Every single puppet-shaped golem had been turned into a wreckage, gathered in one place and piled up like a mountain.

　Slashed, pierced, burned, melted and crushed.
　Just a glance at the pile of wreckage was enough to convey the intensity of the death struggle.

''Lord Luke!　Are you okay!

　Sakura notices us and runs up to us with a smile.

　Her forehead was covered in sweat and her bangs stuck to her forehead, and I could feel the color of fatigue that couldn't be hidden, but she didn't seem to have suffered any trauma at all.

'I'm glad to see you're okay, too. The battle seems to be over, but what in the world happened to you that it's so hot?
"Ha ha ...... it's ......
'That's because Shiranui used a godsend.

　Nagi interrupts me from the side at an unexpected moment.
　Both she and Melissa behind her seem to be exhausted but not injured.

'They seemed to have some control over it, but I guess we're still on a dangerous bridge.
If you don't have the experience, you'll always be poorly controlled. And the accuracy is getting better and better with each use.
I'm not going to tell you not to use it at this point in time. That's just plain stupid. But if you're going to use it regularly in the future, I just thought it would be better to be prepared for the unexpected.

　Then Nagi turned her back to Sakura and spoke the rest of the story as she walked off without looking back.

'I'll at least think of something to do in case you go off the rails. Don't get your hopes up too high.

　Melissa alternately looked at Nagi and Sakura, who was walking away and looking off behind her, with a heartfelt and complicated look on her face, before bowing lightly towards me and following Nagi.

　Compared to the days when she was stubbornly insisting that I not use the divine descent, Nagi's attitude seems to have softened considerably.

　I'm not sure if there was something specific that triggered it or not.

　Maybe it's a resignation that it can't be helped if it has come to pass, or maybe it's Nagi's way of being willing to admit to Sakura.

''I'm sorry, I had to interrupt the conversation. Here's the history of this battle: .......

　Just as I was about to get back on topic, Sakura suddenly tangled her legs as if she had become dizzy.

'Excuse me ....... A little bit of fatigue. I was keeping the gods' descent within a sufficiently controllable range ......
Forget about me, why don't you go get some rest?　It's not like we have to ask him right now, we just need to let Travis, the man in charge, explain it to us.
'Thank you. Now I'll take your word for it: ......

　I sent Sakura, who was exhausted from the battle, out and looked around for Travis, who was in total charge of this search.

　Even though it's a large underground space, it's not enough to lose sight of a single large man, so I was able to find Travis right away, but I couldn't help but hesitate to talk to him.

　In front of Travis, who was standing there with a troubled face, Layla, who seemed to have lost her thread of nervousness, was sitting flatly in front of him.

'Ah ...... well, I guess. Are you okay?
''Ha, yes. I'm sorry, as soon as I realized the fight was finally over, I lost strength in my legs. ......

　Travis is tormented by a sense of bitterness, but he can't ignore it.

　Leila is impatient with the opportunity to talk one-on-one with the person she admires, but she is impatient with the fact that she has shown herself to be hapless and undressed.

　Both of them had completely different reasons for being with each other, but neither of them seemed to be able to talk to each other as they normally would.

''...... Um, I ...... wasn't dragging Travis-sama's feet, was I?''
You're welcome. You've been very helpful. But, please, not this Mr. Travis guy. You know, that ...... itchy thing you do.
Then I'll go to ......, Mr. Travis.
Well then, well, ......

　Garnett also stops next to me and watches their awkward exchange with a dumbfounded look on his face.

And anyway. I'm not sure if it's completely safe here either, so it's best to get back to the ground as soon as possible. Can you stand up, Leila?
'I'm sorry, I still can't get my legs to work: ...... Um, if you'd like to go to ......

　Leila slumps to the floor and looks up at Travis with an upward glance, reaching out to ask him to help her get up.

　Travis is blatantly upset.
　For some reason, Garnett, who is just watching from the side, leans in lightly, like an audience member watching a play.

　It's not hard to understand the feeling, but it's indeed a bit in bad taste to be so blatantly determined to be an onlooker.

　After lightly tapping Garnett's head as if to knock it, he strokes the area and urges her to leave, putting off asking about the situation.

''Ah ouch!''
You shouldn't stare. Let's go.
That's true, but ...... or where are you going?
Somewhere random.

　Out of the corner of her eye as she turned on her heel to change places, she saw Travis reaching out his arm in a reserved manner and Layla taking his arm.

　Travis is not holding Leila's hand.
　He only held out his arm for support in standing up, but the hand was not grasping anything.

　Leila's slender fingers grabbed the thick, strong arm and pulled up with all the force they could muster as it was, an uncolored and unpalatable way to stand up.

　Perhaps this was the best compromise Travis could make.

　Touching the slender girl's body on his or her own is a horrible reminder of the past when he or she was unable to control his or her strength, but if the girl touches his strong body from the girl's side, he can still stop - he must have thought of that.

　There should have been an option to push her away and let her stand up on her own, but it is very typical of Travis that he would rather endure his own fear than do such a thing.

　This concern is probably not the slightest bit mindful of making Leila's feelings even deeper, though.

　If you ask me, that's what is typical of Travis, too.