Life in Another World With Narration

30 – Arachne Queen’s Nest

What is this smell?

Shrimp? Crab? There is a strong smell of grilled crustaceans.

After inserting the flaming sword into Arachne Queen’s head, the flames containing her magical power burned her entire body.

I pulled out my sword and stood back, watching him burn until the end.

“Wow… ….”

It was not a very good sight to see a spider the size of a house burning, turning over and shaking its eight legs.

Plus this smell.

I don’t want to admit it, but honestly, it smelled savory and delicious.

Still, I don’t feel like trying it.

Rather, every time I eat shrimp from now on, I will think of the smell of Arachne Queen’s grilled food.

I should not eat crustaceans for the time being…….

“Wait a moment. “I’ll drop you off now.”

After confirming that Arachne Queen’s life was definitely ended.

I climbed the sticky web wall to save Sylphy, who was tied up in a spider web and hanging upside down from the ceiling.

Sylphy hung completely upside down, causing her short skirt to completely flip over, making her look amazing.

My eyes kept falling on the exposed white legs and underwear, but I tried to act calm and spoke.

“Be careful. “Because it will fall suddenly.”

“Yes… are you okay! Please cut it!”

Immediately, he cuts off the spider webs that were binding her legs and feet with a flaming sword.

Paying special attention to mana control to prevent Sylphy from getting burned.

As soon as the spider web was cut, Sylphy spun around in the air and landed lightly on the ground.

“Hey! I want you to come down too! Hey!”

Nigel saw that and shouted at me.

It was a little fun to see it half-cocooned and swaying back and forth.

He’s the type of guy who can’t understand the topic even in situations like this.

Should I tease you a little?

“Oh my, my back hurts. “I can’t move!”

“Trigram… Are you okay? “Aren’t you overdoing it?”

As I sat down on the floor, holding my waist, Sylphy rushed over and supported me.

Actually, my body was fine. In fact, my back was stronger than ever.

But she was in no mood to let Nigel out of her cocoon right now.

I still get annoyed when I think about what that guy said.

“I think I’ll be fine if I just rest a little. “Let’s take a short break and then let’s go.”

“Oh, yes! Should we light a fire?”

“Is that so? “Let’s take our time and rest.”

I lay down with her arms on the pillow, admiring Nigel moving languidly as she hung from the ceiling.

“Full! Uh! Moon! La! Go! Yaaa!”

In the Arachne Queen’s nest, Nigel’s desperate cries rang out again and again.

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The warrior Cain was filled with anger 24 hours a day.

This was because she realized that it was not an indulgence that the warrior could conveniently use, but a fateful shackle that forced her to fight the devil.

After experiencing the pain of her body being torn apart for the first time in front of her saint that day, Cain had to endure several more pains.

Beyond simply saying out loud that she would not subdue the Demon Lord, she was no longer allowed to even think about such things.

Unconsciously, I thought, ‘Devil? That has nothing to do with me. When I thought of the same thought, I was shocked as if I had been struck by lightning.

After experiencing such shocking pain so many times, Cain began to hate the Demon King as well.

“The devil bastard… I’ll kill you…… Something like a dog…… And I will kill the bastards who made me a hero…….”

Next to the central church, in the room provided for warriors, Cain clenched his fists and trembled.

But then the door quietly opened and a middle-aged man wearing the clothes of a church bishop appeared.

“What? “I would have told you not to enter my room without permission.”

Cain said, glaring at the man who entered the room.

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But the man dressed as a bishop paid no heed and slowly approached Cain.

“You…… “Who are you?”

Cain asked the man.

Although she was wearing bishop’s clothes, it was not a man she knew.

He was not the bishop of the Diocese of Castia that I usually saw, but a different person.

“My name is Zabiel, the bishop of the Preian Church. “I came from far away to see the hero’s face.”

“Get out.”

Cain spoke without hesitating even for a second.

What kind of church, saint, bishop… I hated seeing everything.

This is because he felt like they were the culprits who had put the shackles on him as a warrior.

“Cain the warrior.”

But Bishop Xavier did not back down and called Cain’s name in a low voice.

Cain thought something was strange.

I suddenly felt like the room was getting darker.

A black magical energy slowly bloomed from Bishop Xavier’s body.

When he extended his right hand forward, a strange-looking staff appeared from the cracked space.

The warrior Cain sensed something unusual and immediately drew his sword.

Bishop, or rather, Lord of Deception, Xaviel raised his staff and aimed it straight at Cain.

Then he opened his mouth, gathering black magic power at the tip of his staff.

“For my master, I will have to die.”

* * *

We were returning to Kubel after successfully completing the subjugation of the Arachne Queen’s nest.

Nigel, who was struggling while hanging upside down from the ceiling in a half-cocoon, was eventually released.

I watched Nigel’s emotional changes while basking in the bonfire and lying with my arm pillowed, and it was very interesting.

At first, he poured out his anger at me and begged me to release him, but then he tried to negotiate by saying he would write a good evaluation.

When that didn’t work, he politely apologized and said he was sorry for what happened earlier, but at the end he cried like a child.

As I was watching the whole process, I felt a little sorry for him, not wanting to hang him for the rest of his life, so I let him go.

And now, he kept his head down, muttering something in a voice as loud as a mosquito that could not be heard.

“Nigel, are you insulting me?”

“Ah… no.”

Where does that energetic appearance at first go? Even when I speak to them, they are startled.

The performance of etiquette injection is solid.

When I look at this guy, I feel skeptical about him being an adventurer.

Mileia is an adventurer who is known for her extra-standard strength, so she is an exception.

At the point where a guy like Nigel is wearing a silver rank, isn’t there already a problem with the adventurer system?

When we arrived at Kubel, we reported completion to the guild.

Nigel had no choice but to report.

All he did for this request was complain and be tied up in a cocoon, but there was nothing he could do.

Because on paper, that guy was the leader of our party.

I waited in the back with Sylphy for the report to be completed, and then received a share of the commission reward from Nigel.

The ratio of compensation was 2 for Nigel and 1 for me and Sylphy.

This is also a problem because Nigel is the highest ranked adventurer on paper.

Even if you just divide the reward like this, it is a much larger amount than the bronze request.

No matter how much I think about it, it doesn’t seem right for this kid who has done nothing to take the most money.

“Nigel, if you have a conscience, let’s divide it in equal proportions.”

“What… what! “This is legally my job!”

“It’s strange that you, who was hanging upside down from the ceiling and wasted your time doing nothing, get the most money.”

“No! “I can never give it to you!”

“Then there is nothing we can do. “I will do my best to spread the word about what happened in Arachne’s nest, where you were unable to do anything and hung from the ceiling, crying and begging for your life.”

“Hmph, who would believe that?”

Nigel snorted and looked at me.

After somehow escaping from this crisis, this guy is gradually returning to his unlucky self from the beginning.

“Well. There are two receptionists I know here. I’ll tell the receptionists first, and then tell the other adventurers as well. I’m going to go to the bar every day and keep talking to the people there. Sylphy can also be a witness. No one to trust you? “Whether you believe it or not, I’m just telling the truth.”

“This…” This bastard… ….”

Nigel was visibly agitated.

“I will talk today, I will talk tomorrow, and I will talk in the next city. From now on, everyone who sees it will enjoy the story of ‘Nigel, the silver adventurer, hanging from the ceiling and crying for the bronze adventurer to save him.’ I’ll also talk to the bard and make a song. You won’t believe me? Doesn’t care. I’m just going to talk. I’ll say it here and I’ll say it there. I’m going to tell the kids in the neighborhood too. And Sylphy will testify again. “At that time, I clearly saw you crying for help.”

“That… stop… ….”

But I didn’t stop and kept talking.

It is important to instill anxiety in the first place.

In reality, when I spread a rumor, it didn’t matter how many people would believe it.

If we could raise the anxiety in Nigel’s head, thinking, ‘What if this rumor really gets out there and I can’t even raise my head?’, He had no choice but to give in.

More than anything, what happened when he cried and begged for his life in an ugly way was real.

“I will also talk to other races. If I meet a demon, I will tell the demon too. Silver adventurer Nigel was hanging upside down in Arachne’s nest, crying and begging the bronze adventurer to save him. I should write a book about this later. “I will add it to my repertoire of interesting stories and use it forever.”

“That… stop! Okay! Got it! “You can give it to me!”

In the end, Nigel declared surrender.

We ended up sharing the compensation in exactly the same ratio.

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