After countless battles, so many that he had lost track, Bell's spirit and strength had reached their limits. At the cost of one arm, he finally killed the last Goblin Mage once again.
But he had reached his limit.
With a new Goblin Mage appearing before him, Bell could only use his dagger to struggle to strike it down.
But he understood.
He no longer had the strength to fight.
"I'm sorry, Lady Hestia." Bell's heart was filled with unwillingness and reluctance.
Even though he had been prepared for this when he decided to become an adventurer and enter the Dungeon, when this moment truly arrived, Bell realized that his heart was filled with an intense longing.
He still hadn't encountered his destined meeting.
Yet he could only die like this.
As a scorching fireball smashed into his face, Bell lost consciousness.
"Hey, brat." A hateful voice seemed to come from beside his ear.
In his daze, Bell waved his hand.
Then his waist suddenly hurt, and his entire body went flying.
"What are you doing, Bert?"
"I was just waking the brat up."
"Hey, hey, isn't that a bit much?"
"Shut up!"
At that moment, Bell finally opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was a delicate face with calm, light-green eyes and distinctive pointed ears.
"R-Riviera?" Bell recognized the Elf.
She was Riviera, the Archmage of the Loki Familia.
She possessed a resounding reputation among all adventurers.
Wait—
Bell suddenly realized something.
Hadn't he died?
Bell stared blankly at his surroundings. There was soft light and green grass—more precisely, grassland stretching endlessly like a vast plain.
There was no sun or white clouds high in the sky, only the same boundless white radiance.
"Where is this?"
"This is the next stage." Finn, the captain of the Loki