Survival Story of a Sword King in a Fantasy World
Chapter 65

Loer Dungeon (2)

Demonstrating her mastery over the Maxbrid Martial Arts, Effir swiftly killed a dozen orcs.

As he complimented her, Artis also cast a spell.

“Good job, Effir! Mass Ignition Ray!”

Eight rays burst forth towards the orcs.

Of course, they didn’t easily accept it either.

They dodged by pushing themselves immediately.

“Crrr!”

At that time, Seira performed another spirit art.

“Bring destruction to my enemies, Althea’s Light!”

A flash of light fell from the air and hit the Orcs straight and true.

Due to their posture’s collapse to avoid Artis’s magic, they couldn’t avoid the attack.

Artis had intentionally used low-level magic to do exactly that.

Soon a blizzard of blood spilled as flesh scattered throughout the ruins.

“Argh!”

Artis finished the last of them.

“Burning Flare!”

Bam!

Everyone fought fearlessly, even though dozens of monsters besieged them.

Ryu Han-bin murmured, lightly tapping the Great Orc in front of him.

‘We’re clearing all of the monsters with ease.’

But not everyone was as strong as they were.

“Ouch! You ugly monsters!”

It was Raondel, who had just regained consciousness.

Wielding a long sword, he fought against one Great Orc.

The average level of the Great Orc was 45.

It was too much for Raondel, who was only level 39.

“Dead!”

Raondel continued to be pushed back. He couldn’t properly deal a blow even though he combined his attacks with magic.

He had bought an expensive bow, but not a weapon.

The blade of the Great Orc eventually began to hack down on the head of a fine Elf young man.

‘I can’t let you die.’

Ryu Han-bin stepped in and blew the monster’s head off.

“Argh!”

With a single blow, the monster died on its own puddle of blood.

Raondel exhaled sharply after having his life saved.

“Huck, huck!”

He was just bossy, but in fact, the Prince wasn’t that villainous.

He came back to that Dungeon all for the sake of saving his staff.

If he were a bad guy, he would have sent Han-bin and Seira and stayed in Tyaron, where it was safe.

‘Yes. Being stupid is not a crime.’

Han-bin at least thought so.

Raondel was angry, saying Han-bin had come to rescue him late.

“Isn’t your duty to protect me? If you’ve received the money, work for it!”

Ryu Han-bin was amazed again.

‘How can you stick to that attitude after being knocked out twice?’

‘I think it’s a crime, but it’s not enough to put you to death.’

Han-bin shook his head and looked at the situation.

The Great Orcs had already been killed.

However, the party didn’t look that good either.

After riding on horseback for hours, they immediately entered the Dungeon and engaged in combat.

Everyone had accumulated fatigue.

As she gathered her breath, Seira looked at the group.

“We’re in a rush, but we can’t fight if we’re too tired.”

They came to save the captives. If they became prey together with them due to exhaustion, it would’ve been a shameful death.

Artis pointed to a nearby building.

“Let’s take a break.”

* * *

Han-bin and his party settled in a collapsed building.

Effir took something out of her space pouch.

“Take it, please.”

She handed out brown food wrapped in oil paper. It was an emergency food called Chapel.

It was a combination of nuts, and meat powder and had a higher calorie content and nutrients than its volume, making it a favorite preservative dish for Hunters.

“Thank you for the food.”

Holding the Chapel, Han-bin’s party grumbled.

They were quite hungry because they hadn’t eaten anything for hours.

Meanwhile, Raondel sat separately with Seira on the other side of the building.

He didn’t want to be anywhere near Ryu Han-bin.

“I’ll prepare a meal, Prince.”

Unlike Han-bin’s party, who was having a small meal, Seira looked like she was preparing a feast.

First, she laid a white cloth on the collapsed floor to make space for dinner.

Then she poured a bubbly white wine into a crystal glass.

“Have a drink for now, please.”

She prepared a sprout salad with a pot of smoked dried fish patted together.

“Good work, Seira.”

While Raondel was soothing his dry mouth with wine and salads, Seira did not rest.

She continued to take all kinds of tasty dishes out of her pouch.

A soft steamed egg dish was served with thin slices of beef grilled to medium-rare and meringue as an appetizer.

The main dish was a savory flavored shell oil pasta, and duck sauté marinated with milk in the spices.

Seira even had cheese and red wine with slightly fried flowers!

“The dishes were carefully prepared by the top chef in Tyaron.”

“It’s not bad. To think a country cook can make something quite edible.”

What an elegant and aristocratic dinner.

Impressed, Effir murmured.

“Wow, crazy…”

Seira had the guts.

Had she brought a full course on the way to Dungeon?

‘She said it was urgent. She said her colleagues’ lives were at stake. What the hell is that?’

Artis seemed to have similar thoughts.

“I’ve met quite a few aristocrats, but I’ve never seen such a person. That’s great.”

Still, Seira was blocking the surroundings with Spiritism to prevent the smell of food from spreading.

Perhaps she was forced to do so because she had to serve Raondel.

Meanwhile, Ryu Han-bin was panicking in other parts.

“Huh? Elves can eat meat, too?”

Now Raondel was chewing the greasy duck sauté in his mouth.

It was not the same Elven image that Han-bin had in mind.

“Aren’t Elves vegetarians?”

Artis was dumbfounded.

“What the hell is that? Why would Elves be vegetarians?”

Elves traditionally had an excellent archery culture.

“But why would vegetarian species develop archery? To pick fruit hanging on a tree?”

Bows and arrows were tools for hunting moving animals.

There was no reason for vegetarians to develop such good archery skills.

“… I see.”

Han-bin scratched his head.

‘It’s confusing because there are so many similarities in this world.’

The food over at the other side was steaming as if it had just been cooked.

It even retained its playing, which was done by a top chef.

Ryu Han-bin glanced at Seira’s pouch.

“That’s a little different from the space pouches we use, right?”

The space pouches used by Han-bin’s party were taken from Alejandro.

It was useful because it greatly expanded the interior volume and reduced the weight, but it did not guarantee its shape or freshness.

So, like other Hunters, they brought food that was preserved.

On the other hand, Seira’s pouch was different.

[Food Conservation Space Pouch (Artifact)

Function: The distorted space inside the pouch ensures ten times the storage volume and preserves the food stored inside in the same state as it was at the time of deposit.

Level Requirement: Lv. 45. Number of Uses: 50 times a day.]

Just put the freshly cooked food in and take it out any time!

How else could she do such a crazy thing in the middle of a Dungeon?

‘I could understand why people in the world ignored Earth. That’s impossible with modern science!’

Han-bin thought magic was amazing.

He nagged Artis.

“Can’t we carry something like that, too? I think it’s going to be incredibly efficient.”

Frowning, Artis shook his head.

“That Artifact is extremely precious. We can’t just buy one of those with money. They carry it around because they are a family of Atransas.”

“Huh? There’s such a high-level limit of 45, yet it’s so precious?”

“It’s the opposite. There’s only a level limit of 45, and that’s why it’s so valuable. It’s something nobody can make artificially.”

The Magic Swordsmanship of Latna had developed steadily, but it was still incomparable to the Dungeon’s Magic Tools.

The space pouches used by Artis and Effir were also impossible to reproduce with Latna’s Magic Swordsmanship.

It only came from Dungeons.

Space pouches were not uncommon in the middle of the continent because they were often found in high-ranking Dungeons.

But Seira’s pouch was incredibly rare.

“That Artifact probably could only be seen in auctions at the Four Prohibited Areas.”

The auction price was beyond imagination, as well.

There were a lot of people who wanted it.

“Normal people like us should be content with such cold storage.”

“You calling yourself a commoner is quite funny, Dra–”

Han-bin stopped himself from talking by shoving the remaining Chapel into his mouth.

“Anyway, that’s enough rest.”

* * *

Raondel grumbled nonstop.

“You’ll see, you savage. After I save them, I’ll twist your neck…”

He mumbled and chewed the duck meat in his mouth as if it were Ryu Han-bin.

Seira seemed to sigh, but…

‘At least you’ll digest it well.’

She was also filling her stomach as she somehow thought positively.

Han-bin’s group rose from their seats and approached them.

Artis spoke politely.

“How far are the Blood Circers from here?”

Seira recalled her memory of the prior incident.

“I don’t know the exact distance in the Dungeon, but we’ll be in their territory in about half an hour.”

“Then we’re still safe.”

Like beasts of nature, there was a kind of ecosystem among the monsters of Dungeons.

Because monsters were also wary of each other, they didn’t deviate that far from their natural habitat unless it was a really special case.

“But since the situation is urgent, shouldn’t you finish your meal quickly?”

‘Are you guys enjoying the full course? Stop eating and clear the table.’

It was a courteous suggestion.

Raondel was puzzled.

“That’s why I’m already in a hurry to finish eating. Can’t you see that?”

He talked as if he had already been eating fast enough, but Raondel didn’t know how slow he actually was.

At that moment, Artis realized.

‘Oh, this guy has only eaten full course meals.’

Though he had lived for 150 years, he had never seen anyone like him before.

It was time for Artis to hurry again, realizing that his knowledge was narrow.

Suddenly, Effir frowned and glared at the distance.

“Something’s coming!”

They could hear countless flapping sounds outside the building.

Monsters appeared one after another outside the windows of the collapsed building.

There were dozens of human-like monsters with sharp fingernails, teeth, and devil’s wings.

“Blood Circers!”

Seira’s face hardened.

“What? We haven’t even entered their territory yet!”