I, along with Creon and the adventurers of the rescue team, went after Arte and the others at full speed, but I couldn't quite catch up with them.

　Lisa looked breathless and her cheeks were flushed.

　Normally, Arte and the others should be advancing while fighting the enemy, so their progress should be quite slow.

　On the other hand, we would be chasing after Arte and the others defeated the enemy, and since the demon race hasn't actually appeared for the most part, we're walking down the road at quite a speed.
　Yet, what does it mean that we can't catch up with them?

　There's one more thing that's strange.

　The corpse of a demon tribe lying on the path of the ruins.
　It didn't look like something that had been knocked down by attack magic or a sword.

　It didn't have a single wound.
　I thought to myself.

''I wonder if Arte and the others hardly fought the enemy after the tenth layer.

'I suppose so. But it's so different from the information I've found out beforehand.

　Creon responds to my mumbling.
　Both Creon and I were at the head of the adventurers.

　Creon was right, when I had also researched the Necropolis in the Great Library, there was information that the Black Dragon and other powerful enemies were waiting for us even below the tenth level.

　And yet, as Arte and the others proceeded with their attack, few enemies appeared.

　I have a bad feeling about this.
　Is it a trap for the ruins?

　If this is the case, we must catch up with Arte and his friends more and more quickly.
　I'm sure you'll be able to find out more about this.

　Suddenly a strong smell wafted around.
　I'm sure you'll be able to find a way to make it.

　I'm sure you can hear people moaning.

　I'm sure you'll be able to find a great deal more to say about it.

　The floor of the ruins reflects the light.
　It was because there was a liquid flowing there.

　What had dyed the floor of the ruins in bright red was blood glue.
　And a chunk of flesh that could have been a human arm had fallen near it.

　Lisa next to me gasped.

　There was a horrible scene in front of her.
　The corpse of the demon tribe that had been struck down, this time it was clearly killed by a human hand.
　The scars were graphic, indicating that not much time had passed since the battle took place.

　On the other hand, there were adventurers there as well.
　There must be about twenty of them in all.

　Some had lost their arms, some had lost their legs, others were bleeding from their stomachs and had large wounds on their faces.
　And some of them had already lost their lives.

　These were the adventurers who should have been advancing the attack with Arte and the others.

　At that moment, a vague white light could be seen from beyond.
　With the wounded and bleeding little adventurer girl, there was a sorcerer bending down and using recovery magic.

　It was Flora, the astrologer.
　Flora looked troubled for a moment when she saw me, Creon and the others.

　Flora herself seemed to be completely unharmed, and she seemed to be rescuing the other adventurers.

''Solon-senpai, and........Creon-senpai was also safe, right?''

Somehow. More importantly, what's going on here?　What about Filia and Arte and the others?

　Flora shook her head shakily.
　Then she looks up at me.

''I don't know.''

　According to Flora, the attack team was making good progress against the enemy's resistance, when suddenly a large number of demons appeared and the ruins collapsed.

　Flora and her team fought desperately, but they were driven back and scattered as they fled from the collapse.

　It seems that because they were originally at a fork in the road, they didn't even know who had taken which road.

　Not to mention Arte, we don't know the safety of Filia and her guards, Notaras and others.

　Even though I was trapped, I regretted that I had left Filia.
　Perhaps, at this very moment, Filia's life is in danger at the hands of the demon race.

　I want to go looking for her as soon as possible, but I can't just abandon the adventurers who are lying in front of me.
　We'll have to bring the recovered adventurers together with us to find Filia and the others, or we won't be able to find them.

　Creon and I nodded to each other and set to work on rescuing the still breathing wounded.
　Fortunately, there are white mages like Lisa who specialize in recovery, and me, a magical swordsman, and Creon, a holy knight, can use healing magic in their own right.

　I kneel on the ground near the unconscious swordsman man.
　Then I cast a recovery spell.

　I sighed.
　This adventurer is wounded pretty deeply and won't be able to participate in battle anytime soon.
　I must do something to save his life.

　Just then Flora came up to me and bent down.
　Flora whispered in a whisper.

''Senpai. I'll help you.''

Yeah, thanks.

Um ... can we have a little chat while we talk?

Of course.

Would you like to make a deal?

"Deal?

''Yes. I need my seniors to help my sister.

　I couldn't help but stare at Flora's face.
　Looking a little embarrassed, Flora averted her big black eyes.

　What Flora brought up was the unexpected counsel that she wanted me to help Arte.