After successfully completing the camp, we headed straight to the fifth level.

That was the end of the road, but the fifth level was a normal dungeon.

There was no natural terrain or anything like that, it was all rock or stone pavement.
There was a coffin or a cross on the wall.

When Lunamaria touched the pattern of the coffin, she murmured to herself.

Maybe this is a tomb area.

"The Tomb of the Ancients?" ......

Yes . The pattern was not that of the gods. It seems to be ancient.

I'm becoming more and more convinced that this dungeon is a relic of an ancient magical civilization, but there's a holy shield in this hierarchy.

"Yes, if Ayesha is right.

"I'm not the kind of kid who would lie, but I guess I don't have a holy shield.

Leah makes a spiteful gesture.

"I won't say I'm lying, but it could be after someone else has already taken it.

That's very likely.

And find a pedestal in front of it.
It was a pedestal with a strong religious aspect.
On it lay a silvery white shield.

What is that?

Leah's eyes sparkle.
Lunamaría listens carefully and confirms the existence of the shield.

It's an unknown metal. It's probably a holy shield.

You even know what it's made of.

It is a process of elimination. It was made of neither wood, nor iron, nor mithril. It is a shield that is both rigid and flexible. I'm sure it has great power.

Lunamaría elbows her shoulders and says, "Please equip it," but she looks at Leah and says, "You don't have to be shy.

They say it's a treasure of the prairie people. It's not like they made it. And I'm sure they'd be happy to use your shield for justice.

I see.

Well, it's one thing to come this deep underground and not bring the shield back.

I'm about to pick up the shield, but one thing bothers me.

I look around restlessly.

That reminds me, the guardian is gone.

There's definitely nothing there.

I heard there is a guardian in the fifth level.

Hesitating like that, Leah says, "Maybe the lore was out of place, or maybe the guardian was already finished.

Maybe the lore is out, or the guardian has already done its job. If not, it's better to be without one, so get your shields on!

Okay.

And lifting the shield, I put it on my left hand.

The holy shield was a small circular shield, not held in the hand, but worn on the second arm.

"It fits little Will.

And that's what Leah said, but some would argue.

I would have preferred a more muscular warrior, though he fits the bill.

It's sorry, I thought, "Hmm? And also become .
"I mean, what was that all about?

I look around, but it's only Leah and Lunamaria.

I asked them about it.

Hey, Leah, Luna Maria, what did you just say?

They each shook their heads.
"I wonder if I'm hallucinating ......?
But I conclude that's not true.

"It's not a hallucination, Will.

"Wow, I heard that again!

Where will it come from?　And looking around, I notice that her shield is glowing every time she speaks.

You're right, it's me, the holy shield, talking right now.

Can you speak?

Of course I can tell you a lot of things. Oh, but only my chosen one can hear me.

Didn't you just say something about a steel-plated warrior?
That's the opposite s*x's preference. You have adventures with girls other than the ones you like.

"Yes,

Staring at Leah.

"Well, look, it's a holy grail. Why don't we talk about it?

"Oh, you know what I'm talking about. You know what I mean. A boy who is perceptive or well-adjusted is going to be very popular.

You're welcome.

"No, I mean, you seem to have a quicker ability to accept reality, so I'm going to be honest with you, but right now, we're surrounded by enemies.

With those words, my gaze wanders and I look around.
There is indeed an unusual atmosphere.

Something with an aura of evil is crawling out from around me.

I called Luna Maria and Leah to a pedestal and told them to get ready for battle.

They too seemed to sense the evil, and I put them on their backs.



Lunamaria says.

"Apparently the guardian was used to appear when wielding a shield

I guess so.

It's a cunning trick, you know, to get a shield and then surround you while you're happy.

"But the aura doesn't seem so strong.

"...... is not strong, but instead seems to be a lot of them.

Lunamaria listens and counts the number of those who limp.

The number that comes from her lips is lightly despairing.

...... One hundred, no, maybe two hundred.
They're all undead, right?

Looks like.

Already the first group of guardians surrounded us. Things that take human form but are not human.

So we were surrounded by zombies.

They were limping and moaning and begging for the flesh of the living.

Usually, guardians are basically golems or something.

Maybe the person who made this dungeon was a necromancer.

"Oh, so that's why there were chimeras too?

Well, I'm just guessing, but it doesn't matter. What matters is what we're going to do with them.

"Those zombies!

"It's nice to have no scruples to take down, but there are too many .

We're talking about 70 animals a head.

"My shortsword is not that sharp.

"I'm not so sure about my fitness either.

"What are you talking about. We're Team Will. We're anything but impossible.

And then Leah begins to chant a spell.
Then her body is enveloped in holy power.
She releases her power and unleashes it on a group of zombies.

They are cleansed one by one as a pillar of light grows from beneath their feet.

Reaper Removal, a turn undead magic.

Don't forget, I'm a priestess. Holy power is strong against the undead.

"............

I forgot all about being a priestess, and I can't tell you.

I look at Luna Maria. Of course, I've always known her as a pure priestess.

She nods and casts the sacred magic of the Reaper Removal.

Lunamaria's magic was more divine and had a wider effect.

Leah's cheeks puffed up at the sight of it, but she managed to soothe them and they began to prepare for a hand-to-hand combat.

The turn undead magic had reduced the enemy by half, but reinforcements appeared from the back.

This time it was a large army of skeletons and bandaged men (mammy).

Whoever created the guardian of this dungeon seems to be very fond of the undead.

I'm sure he was a nasty and rude necromancer.

And that's what Leah said, and I agreed with her opinion.