Hill had not felt such helplessness as That works too? or What were they thinking? over the Undead's absurd antics in a very long time.
But as he watched the Bomb Fairy, dressed like the most poisonous and beautiful little mushroom from the south, slowly stretch out her short arms and legs along the Mage Tower's outer wall—and occasionally slide down a bit because she could not reach a protrusion—he still felt his chest tighten and his vision go dark.
The Bomb Fairy did not seem worried at all. Even when she slipped, she did not panic, merely changed direction and kept climbing... the only regret was that the footholds she had used before became useless.
But Hill did not think she remembered where she had borrowed leverage just moments ago, so it did not matter which direction she changed to... the girl was not crazy enough to climb downward.
Well, it was barely understandable.
No, understandable my ass!
Did you realize you were climbing sideways, Miss Bomb Fairy?
People like her, who had entered the game from the very beginning—looking innocent and adorable while actually being an old hand whose reputation was famous enough for Hill to have heard of her—had all graduated many years ago. Only a true Fey whose original heart remained unchanged and who never betrayed her nickname could be like that.
No matter how unbearable Hill found it to watch, no matter how urgently the Undead rushing through the Inner Tower region of Despair Tower were buying her time, the Bomb Fairy still lived up to her reputation as one of the top ten blacklisted players for dungeon parties, climbing at her leisurely pace.
Every so often, she would poke her head out and perhaps change direction.
She was a little better than a turtle,