Expedition Start

The Labyrinth's Central Hall.

Humans, Werewolves, Vampires, and Wolf, Bear, and Sheep Beastmen were all looking at an Elderly Person.

Cecilia and I were also looking at the elderly person.

It was, of course, Old Man Ban.

“He says he’s put on his armor and has the weapon his grandson made for him. Now all he needs is magic stones and bullets, so he’s demanding they be brought quickly.”

At the words of Lou, my Interpreter, I looked at Old Man Ban with a troubled expression.

All the other Guild Masters had similar expressions to mine.

“They’re saying it’s madness to leave his grandson, John, behind and join the Floor 7 expedition. Now that his body has recovered and he can speak again, they’re telling him to just spend some quiet time with his grandson.”

At Mayor Ragot’s words, I also nodded.

Three hundred years...