Chapter 89: v5c4

 

Almark puts his lamp on the floor and slowly moves away from DeLugan.

Even with his beloved long sword, Almark he did not know if he could win against this monster .

　

DeLugan looks at Almark with his red, murky eyes.

Almark know.

Under those two red eyes, in a spot hidden by the blade-like fur, DeLugan has two more pairs of eyes.

They are organs too hideously shaped to be called eyes, but given their purpose, they can't help but be called eyes.

　DeLugan slowly opened his mouth.

It would be more correct to say that he distorted his mouth rather than opened it.

　He opened his mouth strangely, with a movement of his jaws that would have been impossible for a dog or a wolf.

　An unpleasant sound escaped from his mouth.

An ugly sound, like a squeal, like an alien language.

　It was a sound that made Almark's entire body bristle.

　DeLugan slowly stands up, emitting the sound.

(　He's quite small, after all.)

　Almark thought.

　The one he had encountered in the north forest was taller than Almark when he stood up on all four legs.

　But the one in front of him now was not much taller than Almark.

　It is only about the size of a slightly larger wolf.

DeLugan gently raised his own right leg.

At that moment, Almark immediately flung himself to the right side. He felt a tremendous wind pressure from the left.

　DeLugan's claws had gouged out the space where Almark had been standing a moment ago.

　There is no reason for these creatures to attack humans.

They just slice and dice people with their claws, fangs, and blade-like fur.

　Almark rolled over and got up at a distance as it was.

　Slowly, DeLugan looked at Almark and his mouth twisted again.

«!"

　Once again, Almark jumps back and dodges DeLugan's claws just in time.

　This tremendous speed. The remarkable difference between slow and fast. That is one of the terrifying things about DeLugan.

　(What should I do?)

Recovering from his first tremor, Almark frantically made calculations in his head.

There is no chance in all probability that he can defeat DeLugan without being armed.

　The only way for Almark to survive is to escape through that wooden door.

　Why is DeLugan here? Such questions are secondary.

(For now, surviving this place, and then think about it afterwards.)

Almark thought about Morgen, who was waiting for him at the stairs.

(If I shouted loudly, would Mogen hear me?)

　("Help me. Or at least get a long sword from my room.")

　At that moment, Almark jumped back sideways, but his reaction was slightly delayed.

He dodged a claw , but not the blade-like fur, and his right shoulder was sliced open, blood splattering.

　DeLugan slowly turns to Almark, who gets up quickly.

　(No good.)

　Almark thought.

)Expecting help from others will blind the sense of survival inside me.)

It is fatal now to focus on anything other than himself and the opponent in front of him.

　(Let's forget about Morgen for the moment. No one would be able to hear me at this depth anyway.)

　Almark was determined.

The wooden door, the only way out of this place, was now located halfway between Almark and DeLugan.

　The door could not be opened by pushing. You have to pull it open.

Since it was not possible to hit the door and roll out the other side, the escape plan needed two steps.

　First, he must approach the door and pull the handle to open it.

Second, escape through that door to the next room in the basement.

　Probably between the first and second steps, he will be attacked by DeLugan. How can he handle it without leaving the door?

　DeLugan's head shakes.

　(It is coming.)

　Almark dodges a blow from DeLugan's claw as he leaps sideways.

　(Now!)

　He rushes to the door.

　He pulls hard on the door handle with his left hand.

The door doesn't move at all.

"Nah!"

　(Why?)

　That momentary shock creates a fatal opening.

　(Oh, no.)

　With regret, he tries to jump to the side without time to look at DeLugan.

　But it was too late.

　DeLugan's claws tear off Almark's clothes.

　Blood sprays from his chest as he dodges through the blade-like fur and moves away.

　DeLugan's mouth twists into a smile.

　He's laughing.

　Almark spits. There's blood in it.

　(Why does the door that opened so easily earlier not seem to budge now?)

　(There must be a reason._)

　(But it doesn't matter now.)

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　(I think of a way to survive.)

　DeLugan takes a slow step forward. Almark leaps to the side.

　His claws cut through the air, and DeLugan makes that strange noise again.

　(Again.)

　Almark throws himself to the floor and dodges DeLugan's attack.

DeLeonghan's mouth twists into a strange noise. His cry is louder than before.

　(He must be annoyed.)

　Almark thought.

　"Don't run away so quickly. Give up and die in despair."

(That's what he was saying, I guess.)

　Almark turns to DeLugan.

(Focus.)

　(Focus, Almark.)

(Stay alive.)

　DeLugan lets out something like a puff of air. Jagged fangs peek out of his mouth.

　(Come on.)

　Almark focused all his attention on DeLughan's movements.

The claws of his front paws made a small clatter on the stone floor.

　

　Almark saw DeLugan leap at him.

　But he did not move.

　He gritted his teeth and endured his fear.

In an instant, he saw DeLughan approach before him, his face contorted in an ugly way.

He saw two pairs of hideous eyes under the blade-like fur, staring at Almark with slurping, viscous tears.

After drawing it to that point, Almark jumped toward the DeLugan.

He lowered his stance and dove under its stomach.

　With the sensation of being sliced all over his body, he circled behind DeLugan.

　At the same time, there was a loud crash.

　Right behind Almark was a wooden door.

Almark aimed to destroy the door with Delugan himself by drawing Delugan's attack to the very last possible moment.

　When Almark raised his bloodied face, however, he learned that his strategy had produced an unexpected result.

　DeLugan had destroyed the wooden door and was stuck in it.

His blade-like body fur had become so entangled in the wall that he could not easily get out.

　Almark quickly approached from behind the struggling DeLugan.

　Considering his physical strength, he would probably be able to get out of the wall in no time.

　In any case, he would not be able to pass through if DeLugan remained here.

　The moment DeLugan pulls out his body is the chance to escape.

At that moment, Almark noticed something like a wooden stick stuck in DeLugan's back, buried in his blade-like body fur.

　(Why this thing?)

　Before he could wonder that, Almark's body moved.

　It could be a weapon.

　On the battlefield, he uses whatever is available. It is an instinct cultivated as a mercenary.

　Almark grabbed the stick immediately.

　He pulled it out with force.

　It was at that moment.

　A dazzling light burst out from DeLugan's back.

　The light was so bright that everything around him turned white.

　A moment later, he wondered what was going on.

　Almark was enveloped by the light and lost consciousness.

When he came to, he was in the basement.

　He found himself standing there in a daze and hurried to check his whole body, but there was not even a scratch on him.

　DeLugan.

　Not there.

　He looked at the back wall and saw that the wooden door, which should have been there without a doubt, was not there.

'That's absurd.'

　Almark rushed to the wall and touched it with his hand to check, but it was still just a wall, and there was no trace of a door.

　Instead, he found a wooden box by the wall.

When he opened it, he found a signboard and some lumber for directions.

　This must be the box Maia had mentioned.

When Almark tried to lift it up, the wooden box was damaged, and the bottom of the box warped at an angle, and the wood inside fell to the floor in pieces.

"Ah, geez."

　Almark hurriedly picked up the wood scattered on the floor.

　The floor was originally a place where many things were placed in disorder.

　He could no longer tell which pieces were the original wood and which were not.

　At any rate, he puts all the wood that looks like it into a wooden box, and Almark carefully lifts it up by holding the bottom.

　......This is a magic academy. Strange things happen.

　Almark forced himself to accept it.

　He put the crate on the first step of the staircase, returned to the basement, and blew out the candlestick.

　As he exited the darkened cellar, Almark thought to himself, (I wonder where I put my lamp.)

　"Come to think of it, where did you left lamp ......?"

　From the top of the stairs, he could faintly hear Morgen's worried voice.

　"Well, it's okay. This is the Academy of Magic."

　Almark replied loudly to Mogen and started to climb the stairs

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