35. Shouldn’t we pursue shoveling in dungeons (7)
“A man who treats women badly will live alone for the rest of his life!”
“Tsk.”
There is a place to put her head in, so I tried putting Milia’s head in, but her head is smaller than I thought. Thought she could eat one or so raw.
Well, this f*cking world gave me such a lucky chance, Julie. I would have eaten the candy, but I wouldn’t let them eat the dungeon raw. To think that you have suffered for 10 years and now have vain hopes. It seemed that I was also very relaxed.
I sighed and removed Millia’s head from the head of her coffin.
“I am not the key!”
“Oh, this is not censored.”
“This body only looks like a key?! This body!*()@&(!$#*&!”
“Noisy.”
I stuffed her jerky into Milia’s mouth and hung it from her waist. It wasn’t usually bizarre to see her tearfully licking her lips while eating jerky. What on earth made Millia like this? Taking my eyes off Milia, I looked at the coffin again. A coffin with compartments for her head and limbs. No torso part.
Upon closer inspection, the size and length of the limbs are subtly different.
You mean to bring it from the corpses of several people, not just one. A gloomy puzzle in a gloomy place. I don’t know who created this dungeon, but I do know that he’s a nasty guy with a hobby. Looking at it, I guess it’s roughly a necromancer or a rich.
In the first place, those two are the pronouns that come to mind when you think of the undead. Among them, the probability of being rich seemed even higher.
Otherwise, I can’t help it. Well, unexpectedly, it could be a fantasy regular, Death Knight or something like that.
…I hope it’s not a dragon.
“John, look at this! I found something!”
At Leni’s words, I immediately walked over to where Lennie was and took the paper he was holding. Old paper that seems to break even with a little force. There were 5 lines of sentences written on the paper.
[Shameful head.
Mother’s left arm.
His son’s right arm.
The daughter’s left leg.
Father’s right leg.]
“Hint is intuitive.”
“This? I don’t even know what you’re talking about…”
Lenny looked at me with a look like what the hell is this all about. I took a moment to organize my thoughts in my head.
At first glance, this may sound like something, but if you think about it, it was a fairly simple matter.
Family.
Family means sharing the same surname.
So, look at the name and surname written on the tombstone, collect the bones of the person with the same surname, and put them in the coffin… It must mean.
The problem is that there are no other hints, so you have to guess the family relationship just by looking at the name. Couldn’t it be that you write down Elizabeth and say it’s a man, or write down a name like William and say it’s a daughter?
There are multiple people with the same last name.
“So what do you mean? Please explain.”
“What do families have in common?”
“Uh…Are they connected by blood?”
“I know! Same last name!”
No, you are from here. Why do you say that you have realized it now? I glanced at Milia who didn’t know anything, then continued her words.
“Yes. Just like Milia said, family members must have the same last name.”
I pointed to a tombstone in the path I made the wall for.
Henry Sigmund.
“…Ah!”
“We just need to find someone with the same last name on the tombstone. Perhaps we can take parts from the corpse under the tombstone one by one… No, there is one more possibility.”
I frowned at the possibility that surfaced as I spoke. The difficulty level is too high. Exactly the level of nuisance. Why is the second floor a graveyard? And why zombies keep coming out.
When everything is connected, one conclusion emerges.
“Among the zombies here, there might be a family written on this paper.”
“Then should I catch and check all those zombies?”
Don’t make a disgusted face. Because we may have to do that from now on. I scratched my chin and looked at the tombstones in the distance.
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There are five parts to obtain.
A puzzle where you have to go around the cemetery surrounding the hill with the entrance in a circle to find parts. It was a puzzle that could be seen in a 2d dot horror game that broadcasters used to enjoy in the distant past. It’s not that strange considering that this world was a game.
“Ugh… My head hurts. So that means you have to go around the graveyard and cut off limbs and heads and put them in? But what about the shameful head?”
“…I don’t know. Perhaps there are other hints on the tombstone.”
First of all, you need to check all the tombstones. This also reminds me of old games. These days, these days, it’s such a nogada-style puzzle. That’s why you hear the sound of mangem. It’s not something I would say after playing the game for over a thousand hours.
“Then what is your next plan? Are you going to run around looking for tombstones right away? Or do you want to come back?”
“Let’s start with a comeback. Because I have to talk to Karina.”
Lenny nodded at my words and turned her around. With the sound of knocking on the wall in the background, we returned to the shelter at a leisurely pace. When she opened the shelter door, Carina was offering her prayers with her hands clasped together. Carina opened her mouth as we opened the door and she entered with a delightful smile.
“Welcome. Have you had any harvest?”
“I think I found the door to the third floor.”
“Thank God! Then can I open the door right away?”
“No. You have to solve the puzzle.”
I showed Karina her paper. Reading the words written on her paper, Karina clapped her hands and her eyes twinkled.
“Can I just find a tombstone with the same last name?”
“Perhaps.”
“Is there anything I can do to help?”
Is there anything I can do to help? I stared at Karina blankly, then turned my gaze to Milia. Millia, who had been rolling around on her table, was still whining as if her mood wasn’t resolved.
“To treat a lady like this…”
“Ah, yes…Lady Millia. If you’re smart, you know something, right?”
I showed Milia what was inside her paper. Milia’s mouth twitched slightly, perhaps thanks to her compliment.
“A shameful head? It means the head of an illegitimate child! Or take the red hair and offer it up!”
Strangely, a clean and clear voice that even the sword of censorship could not see flowed from Miria’s mouth. Is this not censored? Maybe it’s not that important information. Or maybe he didn’t block the minimum hint for clearing. Anyway, this time it seems to have helped in its own way.
“Bastard child… And red hair What does that mean?”
At my question, Millia continued her explanation with a triumphant face.
“When I was in my prime as a beautiful lady, red hair was a symbol of unhappiness! So, when red hair appeared, they would kill it as soon as it was born! Sometimes there are kids who survive that, but…”
Millia put on a melancholy expression as she murmured at the end of her words. We naturally had no choice but to look at Milia.
It has to be.
Because Milia, who was left with only her head in front of us, had red hair.
“…Anyway, that’s what shameful hair means!”
“Okay.”
I feel a little sorry for Millia. I shoveled her jerky into Milia’s mouth and looked back and forth between Karina and Lenny. The two of them had slightly sunken faces at the melancholy conversation. I clapped my hands to lighten the mood and opened my mouth.
“Then, after a short break, I will go around the graveyard and collect bones.”
Everyone quietly nodded at my words.
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“…Are you not sleeping?”
“I just woke up.”
A pink-haired saintess sat next to me as I looked down at the cemetery from the shelter. The scent of her perfume wafted from her side, so I naturally turned her head to her side and looked at her. A distance she could reach if she stretched out her arms. Sitting at that delicate distance, Carina asked me while looking at the graveyard that filled her vision.
“Where will John go once he escapes this island?”
“Okay.”
To be honest, I don’t know if it will be possible to escape from the uninhabited island even if I go down to the bottom of this dungeon and succeed in clearing the so-called. However, if you really succeed in escaping…
If you…
What should I do?
You can’t just go to the academy. At least I’m probably in my 30s, but wearing a school uniform is a crime.
Even if I entered the academy by another method, I have no intention of getting involved in the storyline of the game. The story of Survival Academy… It wasn’t a bright story even if I recalled it roughly. I don’t want to bleed for nothing. By the time you see the ending, it is certain that about a third of the students will be gone.
At least, the good ending was that much, but the bad ending… I didn’t even want to think about it.
I don’t know what the last added true ending will be like.
I don’t know if it’s a game, but I don’t want to roll to see the true ending in real life.
Since you don’t know the conditions in the first place, the reality is that you can’t do it even if you want to.
“Well, if you have nowhere else to go, I can help.”
What did you mean? I met Karina and her eyes. Eyes full of pure, clear eyes. At least it won’t be a pretentious word. Because she can’t be like that. I lowered my gaze to her tiny, wriggling hands, then returned to her graveyard.
“Thank you.”
After my brief thanks, we gazed at the cemetery in silence.
Until everyone wakes up.