Such discussions led to a policy ahead, and Leleia apologized to Amira the next day, and there was no talk of a serious fight. I'm sure you'll be able to find a way to make the most of your time with us. Apparently, she was a replacement for Leleia.


'Ora, let's go.'
Why me?


　As Tsutomu was reading the newspaper while listening to Daryl's distant voice, Hannah, who had been in good spirits all morning, also bowed to Amy for some reason.


'Amy senior!　I'd like to learn how to steal Fuyu General's sword!
'Okay!　Hmmm, let's go to the training grounds then!　I'll tell you!
Nice to meet you!
The trick is, you know, you just aim at it like this.
'Oh!　I get it!
No, I don't know.


　Tsutomu couldn't help but pout inwardly at Hannah's response to Hannah's imitation of Amy's movements. Looking at the two who were exchanging this and that with a sideways glance, Garum also began to prepare to head out for the morning run-in. It seems that Zeno will be following that run-in.


'How about you, Tsutomu-kun?　It feels so good to get a sweat in the morning!
I'll pass.
Hmmm, but it looks like Tsutomu doesn't have much stamina. You can run with them!　Come on, let's go!
'Mm, Tsutomu. Zeno has a point. You need to work out a bit.


　Garum comes up a long way behind Zeno, who invites her to run into the morning with a fresh smile on his face. Tsutomu looked around for help, but Corina, who was still eating a hearty breakfast, tried not to make eye contact with him. And Leleia, who was sitting on the sofa, nodded at Tsutomu when her eyes met his and nodded at him.


''I'll join you.''
No, you don't.
I'm sorry. Shall we go now?
"They're not good at this. Huh?　Is this really the one you have to go to?


　In a vain rush to Leleia, who was smiling a disgusted smile, Tsutomu decided to go on his morning run in with the three of them. Diniel, who was having an apprentice make him some snacks to eat in his room, waved Tsutomu off.


'Hey there, good morning!　Good morning, everyone!
Hi. Hi.
Shut up!


　Zeno stitched his way through the passing populace, occasionally giving them high fives as he went along. Some of the people were annoyed with Zeno, but he didn't seem to mind at all. In the midst of all this, Xeno was given a banana that was drizzled with honey and grilled by an old man at a stall.

　When they arrived at the outer wall surrounding the sparsely populated labyrinth city, the four of them began running with Zeno in the lead. Tsutomu followed with dark eyes as they ran at a fast pace from the beginning.


''No, we can't do this anymore.''
'Not yet!　Go ahead, Tsutomu!　Look at me!　Up, up, up, up, up!　Look at me!　Beautiful me!　That way I can still run!
Hang in there.


　And within five minutes, Tsutomu was rooted up, but Xeno, who was running in front of him, wouldn't let him rest. Leleia and Garum also pulled him back, and Tsutomu was made to run until he felt nauseated.

　Then the running continued until Tsutomu stopped moving. Even after Tsutomu lay down on the ground exhausted, Garum and Zeno continued to run until Leleia had to send him back to the clan house after he fell.

　Tsutomu put his staff on the ground like his grandfather and crawled back to the Clan House. Leleia, who had accompanied him, looked a bit amused.


''Water........''
Go ahead. I'll be right back with some towels.
Welcome back. Are you okay?
"Those physical a**h*les almost killed me...


　After handing a sweaty Tsutomu a cup of cold water, Oli headed to the laundry room to get a towel. Tsutomu sat languidly in his chair and leaned back against the back of it, replying to Corina who called out to him with concern.

　Tsutomu had been exercising since he came to this world and had been working out some, but he was still not as strong as Corina. He had put on a medic and heels on the way home, but it was hard in the end as it only made him feel a little better as far as fatigue was concerned.

　Then Leleia, who was receiving a towel from Oli, called out to Tsutomu with a clear face.


''Are you okay?''
Who do you think is responsible for all of this?
It's probably Xeno's fault.


　When Tsutomu glared at her with resentful eyes, Leleia held her mouth in a funny way and laughed. With such an innocent smile on her face, Corina, who had recently been working on PT, looked surprised.


''Perhaps even if I hadn't said anything, Tsutomu-san would have been taken away. So I thought it was strange that I could be blamed for my own actions.
"Okay, okay. I understand.
'Don't sulk, please. I'll wipe my head for you to make up for it.
No, I'll do it myself.
Okay, okay. All right, just stay put.


　Leleia began carefully wiping Tsutomu's black hair, which was wet with sweat, in a good mood. Tsutomu resisted, but she was stronger than him, so if she grabbed his head in a gulp, that was it.

　I'm sure you'll be able to find out more about this as well.


''What do you two have in common?
Is that right?
'Hmm?　Maybe it's my imagination...


　As Leleia twisted her head in a blur, Tsutomu parted her slightly dry hair from side to side and narrowed his eyes.


''Well, it's because we've had a bit of a consultation.
'Yes, that may be the case,'
'Heh. I see.
Hopefully this will improve the atmosphere in the Second Army, right?
I'm very aware of that, sir. It's not a problem.


　Leleia replies while meditating to ignore Tsutomu, who said it with a full load of sarcasm. The two of them seemed to be on the same page, and Corina's confused face only deepened.


　oo


　Tsutomu was reading the newspaper he hadn't been able to read while Garum and Zeno were resting in the living room after returning from their run in. Then he saw an article that had been talked about a lot lately, and his brow furrowed.


(It's all about the Stampede.)


　It was almost half a year since the appearance of the Violent Dragon, and it was time for the Stampede again. Tsutomu was reading an article about Stampede with a mysterious face.

　The Stampede is a phenomenon in which a large number of monsters that overflow from the dungeon outside will attack the place where the magical stones are gathered. In order to mitigate the damage of stampede, which happens every six months, the outer dungeons have been thinned out mainly by the Maze Hegemony, searchers and noblemen's private armies.

　But seven years ago, a dungeon of God suddenly appeared. In that dungeon, death does not exist, and it is a dream place where you can find magic stones and even treasure chests containing high-priced goods. Furthermore, if you created a status card, the gods would give you a job and allow you to use your skills, and if your level rose, your status would rise and you would gain inhuman power.

　There was no reason why people couldn't gather in such a place. Most explorers began to dive into God's dungeon. Then the power of magic, which had been monopolized by the aristocracy, was relatively weakened by the power of skill and status, which anyone could obtain. And the unscrupulous nobles who had been flaunting the power of magic and exploiting the people, were hung by the people who had been empowered by the divine dungeons in revolution after revolution.

　That revolution removed privileges that were too favorable to the nobles, which was gratifying, but it wasn't all good. It had thinned out the monsters in the dungeons outside, and the private army of explorers and nobles was almost gone. Even the rogue nobles who were tormenting the people with the power of magic were a fine force in terms of monster thinning alone.

　And since they couldn't find an alternative to the two, the burden on the Maze Conqueror Squad became greater. However, since the Stampede hadn't suffered any serious damage in the last few decades, the Maze Suppression Team was beginning to be neglected, and the funds and donations sent to them were decreasing rapidly. As a result, the monster thinning process no longer works.

　Many of the Labyrinth Conquerors knew the horrors of the Stampede, so they were quick to warn others of the dangers of not thinning out the monsters. However, for decades, mainly due to the success of the Labyrinth Supremacy Squad, there was almost no damage caused by the stampede. So the news wasn't taken seriously, and it didn't reach them enough, partly due to the bravado caused by the power they gained in the divine dungeon.


(Ironic, isn't it?)


　Thus, the monsters were not thinned out sufficiently and the dungeons outside were flooded with monsters, and the magic power became denser and denser, creating numerous dragons and tyrannical dragons. The result was the devastating damage caused by the invading dragon from the north.

　The death toll from the tyrannical dragons ended up exceeding five hundred. Despite the power of the recovery skill, a power that could heal a dying human being, there were many casualties. The damage to buildings and the amount of compensation to the bereaved families was also extraordinary, and if it hadn't been for the assistance of the royal capital, it would have taken a considerable amount of time to rebuild.

　The last Stampede caused such a great deal of damage. However, the last Stampede only attacked the monsters from the northern dungeon.

　And this time, they were flowing into the labyrinth city from the southern dungeon. In other words, a monster comparable to the Raging Dragon will once again attack the Labyrinth City. This time it was from the direction where the royal capital is located, and the higher-ups seemed to be in a great hurry.


(I want to run away...)


　As a Tsutomu, I would never want to fight a monster as good or better than a rampaging dragon in a reality that's that far from dead. And all the articles about Stampede are disturbing.


(On the contrary, it's too scary not to be there.)


　According to Aldrete Crow, who had gone to the outside dungeons to thin out the dungeons, he had heard that many of the dungeons in the south were devoid of monsters. And even though it's been almost half a year now, there's still no sign of anything unique to the Stampede, he said.

　It seems that the King's Capital is quite concerned about the current situation where there are only signs of disquiet, and they are scrambling to find people to help them anyway. The head of the Babenberg family, who is in charge of the labyrinth city, and Melcho had also been summoned to the royal capital just recently.


(I don't care about the royal capital or anything else.)


　By the way, Tsutomu had received word from the Babenberg family that they had been invited from the capital, but he had politely declined the invitation. In the other world, where there was no divine dungeon, Tsutomu didn't care what happened in the capital. It doesn't matter how many people die, it doesn't matter how many people die, because it doesn't matter to them any more than it does to the poor people abroad.

　But since I am grateful to the Babenberg family for their support during the recent stampede, I am willing to cooperate with them in the defense of the labyrinth city. In the first place, the most annoying thing would be if the labyrinth city fell and he couldn't dive into God's dungeon, and after living here for nearly a year, he had grown somewhat attached to it.


(Already, a year?)


　Before I knew it, nearly a year had already passed since I came to this world. It might be a good time to be under the illusion that this side of the world is no longer real.


(....The time to return will come anyway.


　But a game is a game. Real is real. No matter how much you get into the game, there will come a time when you have to return to the real thing. Live Dungeon! The end of the world of "Live Dungeon!" came and called Tsutomu back to the real world completely.

　Tsutomu was able to cut and dice his way through the real world and stick to his PC to create "Live Dungeon! I've played the game, but I haven't completely abandoned it. I've refrained from it to some extent during my college exams and job hunt, and I've gone home for real every day when I go to the bathroom or bathrooms.

　And "Live Dungeon! This world is very similar to For Tsutomu, it is a place like a paradise, but at the same time, it is also a game world. But at the same time, it was also a game world for Tsutomu. That is how Tsutomu thought it would be.


(It would be awful if a year passed after he returned to that place.


　Tsutomu folded the newspaper, thinking about what it would look like when he returned to his former world.