"I'm the regular customer here!"
"I've spent so long complimenting these elf girls' figures."
"Forget samples of something that hasn't even been released yet!"
"I haven't even gotten a crumb of a complimentary cookie!"
"Isn't this blatant favoritism?!"
"Ah..."
"What happened to being noble and pure?! What happened to treating everything like dirt?!"
"How did even elves become so shallow?!"
"..."
Faced with her own patron deity making such a fool of herself in front of another deity,
Lefiya had already silently lowered her head and covered her face with her hands.
For now,
things aboveground came to a pause.
In the Dungeon, on the thirteenth floor.
Inside an enormous cavern.
The [Monster Party] had ended.
"Aaaaaah!!!"
But a piercing scream still shattered the deathly silence after the battle.
The grief and despair in that voice-
even the Hellhounds whose heads Black Bear had smashed earlier probably hadn't screamed that miserably.
Mikoto, who was bent over gathering loot, was so startled that her hand shook, and she nearly dropped the magic stone she had just picked up.
"Wh-what happened?!"
"Is something wrong?!"
Kashima immediately raised his battle-axe, looking around warily.
However,
no new monsters had appeared.
The source of that voice
was on a large rock in the middle of the battlefield.
There,
the girl who had been wearing a Hannya Mask all this time
had now pushed her mask up onto her head, revealing a delicate face.
-Onigawara Rin.
She was sitting on the rock,
holding the long sword named [Black Crow] in both hands, her entire body trembling.
"Rolled... it's rolled..."
"My Black Crow..."
"The edge has rolled in so many places!!!"
Onigawara Rin's voice was trembling.
She carefully stroked the middle section of the blade.
There,
several rice-grain-sized chips had appeared along the once mirror-smooth, razor-sharp