Most adventurers knew nothing about the brief battle that had erupted on the seventeenth floor of the Dungeon.
At most, they felt a violent tremor, after which everything quickly returned to normal.
No terrifying monsters had spawned, nor had they seen anything dangerous or suspicious.
Thus, most of them chose to continue with their original plans: hunting monsters in the upper and middle levels, training their abilities, and collecting magic crystals to exchange for money.
No one noticed that a Minotaur from the seventeenth floor had already entered the upper levels.
And the power it possessed was far beyond what a first-class adventurer could handle.
Unfortunately, Bell was just such an unlucky fellow.
Though he was only a rookie who had been at it for a few days, he had easily swept through the first several floors with the cold-enchanted Phantom Blade in his hand.
As a result, he gradually developed the illusion that he was strong enough to venture even deeper.
But the moment he saw the Minotaur appear before him, he immediately realized just how terribly wrong he had been.
Just one exchange!
The sword in Bell's hand was knocked away, while both arms went completely numb from the recoil. He could only watch helplessly as the cold gleaming blade descended from above.
Faced with the death of being split in two, he finally let out a desperate cry. "No! How could a terrifying monster like a Minotaur appear on the seventh floor?!"
At that critical moment, the Sword Princess, Ais Wallenstein, finally arrived and killed the monster—which would have been quite troublesome even for a second-class adventurer—with a single backhanded slash.
The entire process took less than half a second, so fast it was unbelievable.
Only after finishing did she glance at Bell, who was sitting on