Chapter 12 : Before Tragedy

"It's the first time I've seen mother make that face."

Allen mumbled as he remembered his mother's expression after he yelled at her. After eating his food, Allen looked at Lavinia, who was curled up in the same position she had been in for nearly a day. She still hadn't touched the bowl.

Allen remembers the first day he gave Lavinia a bowl of soup. He was bored, so he experimented with cooking different types of soup. He tries to make tasty soup not only for himself but also for his mother. But when she tasted it, she never praised him. She never said how the soup tasted.

As for Lavinia, she always said his soup was delicious. She always gives feedback and compliments. But he didn't expect his mother to poison the soup that Lavinia always praised.

"From the beginning, it was mother's fault for giving Miss Lavinia poisoned meat," he muttered.

One hour later, there were a lot of footsteps heard from outside.

-drap drap drap drap drap

"Something is coming, and there are a lot of them."Those footsteps are not goblins. They wear somewhat armor!"

He quickly stood up and grabbed his sword. He then turned his attention toward the door.

"Miss Lavinia! Something is coming!"

Allen stepped in front of Lavinia to protect her from whatever might try to break in. Lavinia, meanwhile, remained silent, appearing resigned to her fate.

The sound of the footsteps got closer and louder.

-drap drap draP drAP rRAP DRAP DRAP! DRAP!! DRAP!!!"

…they stopped.

"They are already in front of the door!"

*SEEET

The door was fully open. And what Allen looked was shocked him.

"HUMAN?" said Allen in monster language.

Humans stood in front of that room, one human, and another person wearing the same clothes and armor was behind him. From the sound of many footsteps that Allen heard, it seemed like there were many more people in the hallway right now.

A helmet made of iron, armor, a shield in the left hand, and a sword in the right. Their whole bodies were covered with chainmail and with a clean bright yellow cloth.

"What?! Why are there humans inside here?" asked the man who opened the door, confused.

Lavinia immediately dashed towards them and yelled.

"Thank you god! Thank you! The soldiers are really coming!" she cried, hugging the soldier's leg.

"Umm, Lady? What actually happened here?"

When the soldier saw how worn and torn Lavinia's clothes were and a ton of goblin corpses on the floor, he thought the goblins must have almost raped her.

"Come here, we have water and food," he chose not to ask anything to the woman, who looked tired and desperate. But to confirm something, he asked

"Lady, may I know your name?"

Lavinia wrapped herself in the blanket the soldier gave her and drank hot water.

"La-Lavinia…"

Hearing that name, the soldier suddenly yelled.

"LA-LADY LAVINIA?!"

The other soldiers were also shocked.

"A palladium rank explorer, Lavinia?!"

"What?! She is still alive?!"

"If I'm not mistaken, her entire party has been missing for the past three months,"

There were a lot of soldiers outside, and because the corridor of the dungeon wasn't very big, they lined up two rows of columns.

The soldier who opened the door then looked at Allen, who just stood inside with a confused and nervous face. The soldier inquired once more of Lavinia.

"And this boy is?"

Lavinia, without looking at Allen, replied.

"He is also human, please take him with us too…"

"I've never seen someone with black hair before," said the soldier.

"Please, bring me home quickly," asked Lavinia, then the soldier answered.

"I am sorry, we'd love to get you out of here quickly, but right now we can't. Sir Mathius ordered us no matter what happened we had to walk straight to the end of the first floor and meet the main force. Because this dungeon's passage always changes, we need a specialist to come back. Don't worry, we will accompany you very well."

Hearing Mathius's name, Lavinia was suddenly surprised.

"Sir Mathius?! Then, who is the leader of this raid?!"

The soldier replied

"The fourth prince of the Wildenhall Kingdom, His Royal Highness, Leofric Regina Wildenhall."

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The end of the first-floor dungeon. There was a chamber with 100 meters in length and 100 meters in width. The room was illuminated by twenty blue torches that lit up every time. Both the walls and the ceiling are constructed from stone, while the floor is made from something somewhat like cement. A door through a door on the far right side of the room was a door to Allen's house.

After walking through a complicated maze of passages, this chamber was their last stop on the first floor. At the end of the chamber was an altar made of stone with a unique circular pattern in front of it. That pattern was the way to go to the next floor.

Queen Orc was kneeling above that pattern, facing the altar, crying.

Suddenly, Queen Orc heard footsteps behind her. She spontaneously took her bludgeon and looked back. She could feel an incredible and threatening aura that frightened Queen Orcs just by their presence, so she knew it wasn't Allen or other monsters.

'four? No, they are six?!"

From the dark passage, it comes.

"Oya oya oya? No wonder no dungeon explorer can get past the first floor. The orc's queen lives here."

Six humans came in through the passage and entered the chamber. The one who spoke was a man dressed in iron armor that looked ostentatious. He had long, golden hair. His eyes were also bright green color. His appearance was pretty for a man but has bulky body, stocky, and powerful. He held a big white lance in his hand, almost the same size as his body; a trace of monster blood covered the lance's tip.

Looking at that person, Queen Orc could tell he was far stronger than her.

"Let's start the fun fight."

That was the appearance of the angel of death, for monsters.