Magical Hunter Girl Decorates the Dungeon! Episode 011
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[Magical Girl Daisy, Transform! (B)]
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Pure white light enveloped Iji. It was as warm as a blanket holding the sunlight.
The warmth wrapping around her hair slowly flowed downward—
*Pop—☆*
With the cheerful sound of ankle boots hitting the floor, softly glowing sky-blue frills tickled her legs.
It feels like I have wings.
Iji immediately turned around and ran, shouting.
"I'll be back from the tea party!"
[What? You're giving up on this guy?]
"No. I'm going to find another way!"
[W-wait! I'm coming with you!]
Perhaps due to the transformation's effect, she could run much faster than usual.
She soon arrived at the chaotic... no, the tea party.
Iji approached them and spoke up.
"Excuse me. Are you... *cough!* ...in the middle of a tea party?"
A foul stench wafted over. It was the Black Rotten Dragon's bad breath.
The March Hare tied the dragon's snout shut with its own ears and shouted.
"Does this look like a tea party to you? The Bumpy Guest can't even drink a cup of tea!"
"……."
"Why are you just growling in front of the tea? If you don't know how to drink it, you should at least swim in the teacup!"
The Mad Hatter, clutching a pile of hats, nodded.
"That's right. The Bumpy Guest has such a long neck that I can't put any more hats on him. The top hat has to live without a hat, what are we to do!"
Even while they were spouting nonsense, the residents' expressions were serious.
Faced with this bizarre scene, Iji finally understood the text she had seen at the dungeon entrance.
Protect the tea party from the Black Rotten Dragon's raid.
'So this really was a raid.'
This place was a world of nonsense and wordplay. Naturally, the tea party had to have that kind of atmosphere.
But after a serious dragon barged in, the tea party no longer fit into "Wonderland."
Iji shouted.
"I'll solve the Bumpy Guest problem."
"What?"
"Please step back for a moment."
The two residents widened their eyes. Even the Dormouse woke up from its sleep and chimed in.
"The little lady? It's dangerous!"
"She must be planning to get eaten in one bite!"
'The residents actually make sense sometimes.'
It was unnecessarily unsettling.
But it would be fine.
'Grimoire said I would be safe.'
Grimoire, who had followed her, was watching Iji too.
She could do this.
[Magical Girl Wants to Talk! (B+)]
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"Mr. Black Dragon."
She intentionally left out the word "Rotten."
She didn't want to call anyone something like "Rotteny."
"Hello? I'm Iji. I'm a Magical Girl."
The March Hare belatedly untied its rabbit-ear knot and scurried away. The nervous Dormouse chattered its teeth.
Soon, the Black Rotten Dragon's black eyes turned toward Iji…….
"……What, are you."
A reply came back.
'I knew I could talk to him!'
If someone were in a situation where they were getting beaten up by a rabbit, anyone would want peaceful communication.
But as soon as she rejoiced that they could talk, another problem arose.
'The bad breath……!'
A foul stench poured from the dragon's mouth.
It was on a completely different level from what she had smelled from afar.
But she couldn't show it!
'The dragon will get hurt!'
Iji hurriedly reached out and grabbed a random teacup. The scent of black tea neutralized the stench a little.
"I'm a guest at this tea party!"
"I never invited—"
The moment the March Hareted in cluelessly, Iji spun around in place.
"Look at this. Isn't this outfit perfect for a tea party?"
The frills swayed elegantly like the fins of a tropical fish. The March Hare's mouth hung open at the sight.
The Black Dragon seemed convinced as well.
"……Is, that so."
"That's right. I'd like to greet the Black Dragon who arrived first, where did you come from?"
"I…… think I was in a land with many stones."
The conversation continued.
Thank goodness.
'There's no need to fight.'
The dungeon clear condition wasn't "defeat the dragon," but to protect the tea party.
That was why what Iji was aiming for right now was—
'Operation: Have a Tea Party with the Dragon!'
"Wow, that sounds cool! Tell me more. You must be thirsty, so I'll pour you some tea!"
The March Hare barked.
"I never invited you!"
There was no need to pay attention. Even Alice from "Alice in Wonderland" participated in the tea party while hearing those kinds of complaints.
But the dragon himself shook his head.
"I don't want to."
"Pardon?"
"I don't want to... eat anything! I don't want any more!"
Along with a rough voice that sounded like he was coughing up blood, a foul stench erupted.
The Dormouse fainted.
The March Hare and the Mad Hatter shrieked.
"Let's tie his snout back up!"
"I'm going to put a hat on every single one of your teeth!"
As if they were determined to finish it this time, the two rolled up their sleeves and stood in front of the cave-like snout.
At that moment.
Iji realized something from the bad breath that the rabbit and the hatter were half-blocking.
"……Mr. Rabbit, keep the dragon's mouth open!"
"Huh? Wait, little lady! Isn't that my spoon?"
"I'll borrow it for 10 seconds!"
Holding the spoon, Iji sprinted across the long table.
Running confidently across a dining table was truly an exhilarating experience.
Even if a door-sized snout was waiting at the end of it.
The dragon's eyes widened.
"You, er……!"
"Eat up!"
The dragon tried to close his mouth, but it was too late. He had to keep his mouth open, if only to avoid chewing Iji.
Sliding deep along the tongue.
Iji flipped the spoon deep in his throat.
One second later.
"……*Hic!*"
The dragon's Adam's apple trembled.
The vibration became more and more intense.
"*Hic! Hic! Hic!*"
The two residents each pulled on Iji's ankles. Thanks to the saliva, Iji was able to slide out easily.
"The smell!"
While the Dormouse poured black tea over Iji's head to get rid of the smell.
The dragon couldn't hold back his retching.
"Ugh, blech, *khe-choo-hick!*"
With a roar mixed with coughing and vomiting.
Something flew out of the dragon's mouth and *plop!* landed in the soup bowl.
It was a blue stone covered in bumps.
The pus oozing from each bump explained the source of the stench.
Iji covered the stone with another bowl to block the smell and asked the Black Rotten Dragon.
"Are you okay?"
The dragon, having barely managed to calm his ragged breathing, asked back.
"……What, did you feed, me?"
"Black tea leaves."
"You intended to make me vomit. How did you know what was in my stomach?"
"Well…… it smelled strange. It was the smell that people give off when they've swallowed something they shouldn't have and got hurt."
She had learned it from her sister a long time ago.
The day she accidentally swallowed a fish bone, she got in huge trouble for trying to push it down by swallowing rice, just like she'd heard somewhere.
'You shouldn't keep things you can't eat in your stomach. Terrible things happen!'
That day, she learned that people swallow all sorts of things before showing up at the hospital.
And what happens if they can't get them out.
"Your mouth smelled like blood and rot, Mr. Dragon. It was different from the stench of kids who don't brush their teeth."
"……."
"And……."
Iji imagined something a little cruel.
"Did someone force you to eat this stone?"
"……!"
"You said earlier in front of the tea, 'I don't want to eat, I don't want any more.' I wondered if you had been forced to eat something."
"……You saw correctly."
The dragon gritted his teeth.
"Someone fed me a Magic Stone. The Magic Stone grew, using my body as a vegetable garden to exploit me."
"By grew, do you mean……."
Iji pointed at the dragon with slightly trembling hands.
Right now, the blue bumps that had been protruding all over his body were slowly turning pale.
The dragon shook his body. The bumps fell off limply, *clack, clack*.
"That's right. It was a Magic Stone that grew by eating my blood. It probably isn't even worth a pebble now!"
The dragon, having finished his sentence without gasping, laughed heartily.
"Hahaha! Yes, my body feels so light! Now I can return to my hometown in one go."
"Your hometown?"
"I didn't finish telling you earlier. It's a land with many stones, high mountains, and deep valleys. It's as beautiful as teeth."
"……."
Iji couldn't bring herself to say it.
'You can't go home.'
A broken dungeon couldn't possibly be intact.
The flapping wings slowly became transparent. The Black Rotten Dragon was disappearing.
……No.
[Black Dragon]
An adult dragon covered in black scales.
Because of the scales, attacks below C+ rank do not work.
At the last moment, he was no longer a "rotting" dragon.
Dungeon Emergency Quest Cleared!
Obtained Quest Reward
: Characteristic Ability 10% Enhancement
Compared to the previous dungeon, a message for an enormous reward appeared.
It was what Iji had been hoping for.
But Iji had something more urgent right now.
"Excuse me, Mr. Dragon!"
"Ah, you haven't been paid for helping me. Is there something you want?"
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