leonardwarren Chapter 56: Goblin Slayer (5)
Chapter 56: Goblin Slayer (5)
Chapter 56: Goblin Slayer (5)
Selly hugged Hans, who was unharmed(?)—without a single bite mark—and sobbed loudly.
She administered an antidote and the lowest-grade healing potion to the other prisoner, who was still in a daze.
I wasn’t sure if the antidote would work for drug poisoning, but the potion definitely seemed effective, as his bruise marks quickly faded.
Meanwhile, we butchered the dead Hobgoblins to salvage anything valuable.
Each was weaker compared to an Iron Wolf, and their by-products were less valuable, but catching so many would surely sell for a good price.
Moreover, the loot from the Hobgoblins wasn’t just their carcasses.
“Miss Lydia, this is equipment from adventurers, right?” I asked.
“Yes. Goblins can handle stone and wood but not iron,” she replied.
“It seems more have died than I thought.”
The adventurer equipment found in the building they used as a warehouse amounted to enough for a total of nine people. Typically, three to four people formed one party, so it seems reasonable to assume that, including Selly’s party, three adventurer parties were annihilated.
“...Are Hobgoblins really that dangerous?” I mused aloud.
“Not every adventurer is like Jonah, after all,” Lydia reminded me.
That’s true. I was well-versed in the habits of Hobgoblins and knew exactly how they lived within a certain level of civilization and system.
On top of that, I had skills drawn from my gacha ability, and I was wearing good equipment.
Just this alone put me in the top ten percent of the adventurers on the first floor, and in addition, I had Lydia to help me out when necessary. In other words, I could afford to be a bit more bold and aggressive.
As I blankly stared at the helmet that had lost its owner, Lydia tapped me on the shoulder.
“Don’t worry too much. After all, countless people die in the labyrinth every day. You just happened to see some of them die in front of you,” she said.
“That’s true.”
Among the settings of the labyrinth, the first floor was known to have the highest mortality rate.
While other floors were accessed by clearing the previous one or being led by a teammate who had cleared it, the first floor was unique in that anyone could enter without any conditions.
Since many more entered the first floor, it was natural that just as many died.
Moreover, the first floor was designed with a ‘purpose’ in mind, where it allowed adventurers to train skills that were both common and essential.
Against Wandering Goblins, one learned the method of killing living creatures, and against Horn Rabbits, one practiced party play.
Against the Iron Wolf, one learned how to strategize against monsters, and against the Hobgoblin, how to overcome a vastly superior number of foes.
Though I hadn’t encountered them, against the Giant Mantis, one learned how to defeat an opponent stronger than them in every aspect...hammering the basics of raiding into oneself.
Additionally, you would learn the fundamental rules applicable anywhere in the labyrinth, strategies for finding one’s way, and so on.
There was no shortage of things to learn outside of combat as well.
And if one fails to learn these in time? Simple. You died right there. Even the first floor was still part of the labyrinth. It wasn’t an easy place.
That’s why I made a setting where even reaching the second floor earned one recognition as an adventurer. After all, you needed to have the basics down to clear the first floor.
It wasn’t for nothing that Lydia said she would make me clear the first floor before using me as a porter.
Anyway, I knew in my head that the labyrinth was a place where you risked your life and earned rewards in return.
But it was also true that it made one’s heart heavy to see the traces of someone who’d died.
I’d been navigating the labyrinth quite smoothly so far, and I thought being an adventurer might actually be an easy job.
But I belatedly realized that it wasn’t such a happy workplace after all. Though, I wasn’t going to get scared and stop now.
I opened my mouth with a slightly sullen voice.
“...What should we do in cases like this, Miss Lydia?”
“The loot is basically ours. However, we have to report it to the guild properly. If there are items that can identify the person, we also have to show them that,” she explained.
“Ah? Is this a process to check whether we killed them or not?”
“Yes. It’s not that there haven’t been cases where adventurer parties entered together and saw another party get annihilated right before their eyes, but most of the time, they were found quite some time after they’d died. It’s just a simple comparison with the guild’s list of missing persons.”
“Comparison... You don’t mean to say guild have to search through every single name on the list, do you...?”
“Shall we head back now, Miss Lydia?”
“Lead the way.”
“Okie.”
Although we still had some strength left, with both luggage and people aplenty, it would be best just to return.
After walking for a bit, I asked Lydia in a soft voice.
“So, what do we do about those people now?”
“First, we report them to the guild. Selly and Hans may be injured, but their minds are fine, so they’ll have to manage on their own. But that man is a different case.”
“He seems completely broken, so if we just leave him to fend for himself, it would lead to disaster.”
“Yes. That’s why we have to leave that man at the temple. Taking care of those severely injured in the labyrinth is also a role of the temple.”
“...Do we really have to go?”
“Yes, we really have to go.”
“How about Miss Lydia goes instead of me?”
“Didn’t you say you didn’t want to entrust another man to me?”
“Then let’s ask Selly.”
“You’re not planning to take the rescue fee?”
“Ugh...!”
If you saved an injured person found in the labyrinth and admitted them to the temple, you could receive a rescue fee.
Of course, this wasn’t anything like human trafficking. It could be called a kind of labor fee.
First, the temple paid the fee, and then the patient, once treated and recovered, worked at the temple to repay that money to the temple.
Having such a system ensures that the injured, who could be considered burdensome, were not abandoned in the labyrinth but were properly rescued and returned to the surface.
However, there were times when people died even after receiving treatment, and those who survived may suffer from severe aftereffects, rendering them unable to repay the money.
But the temple took that into account when offering a reward for those who made the effort of bringing them in. After all, if someone could be saved, shouldn’t they be saved?
Befitting those who served the Goddess of Love, they were people overflowing with the spirit of philanthropy, after all.
“...It can’t be helped then. Let’s go together.”
“Okay. Good thinking.”
Being an Inquisitor was not a leisurely position, so it was unlikely to encounter one, but still, I sighed, worrying that we could, by chance, meet Karen.
Suddenly, my gaze shifted to Selly and her group behind us.
Putting aside the nameless prisoner who was still unresponsive, Selly, who was carrying Hans on her back, was still too gloomy for someone who had just narrowly escaped death.
Reflecting on it, Selly, in her panic, had chosen Hans as the one to be sacrificed in her stead.
What would it feel like to watch the lover you vowed to protect being violated by oblins, powerless to fulfill that vow?
And what about the guilt of having nominated such a lover as a sacrifice to save yourself despite the panic?
Then, what would it feel like to have that lover, oblivious to everything, weeping on your back, showering you with thanks and apologies?
Treating a severed tendon required either a high-grade potion or long-term care at a temple.
Either option would incur a significant expense, which Selly likely couldn’t afford.
That meant she would have to care for a lover who was incapacitated for an indefinite period...
Then what must it feel like to confront one’s sins every time she looks at him? Can one still love their lover purely as before?
I didn’t know the answers to these questions.
I just hoped their future would be somewhat bearable.
“Ah.”
I suddenly felt like writing for the first time in a while.