Kays Translations
Just another Isekai Lover~
Chapter 73: Crown of the Wonderland ②
Even if it’s fake, the blue sky still feels nice.
“Wof!”
“Are you alright, Paki…ra-san…!?”
I realized something.
Pakira-san was clinging to me.
And I was hugging her right back.
Given the situation, it wasn’t surprising, but even through the robe, I could distinctly feel the soft sensation of her chest.
“…Hmm… Boy… Bold…”
“Huh? What’s this? Pakira-san’s man? A kid?”
“Scandalous! A-a man and a woman embracing like that! And who even are you!?”
Three different reactions of surprise.
Pakira-san quickly pulled away from me with incredible speed.
“This, this is, this is different! You’ve got it wrong!”
“Your tail is still wrapped around his waist, though.”
“Nyaah!? T-That’s, uh, well—”
“…Boy… Yo.”
“Uh, hello.”
At Liv-san’s casual greeting, I bowed my head.
I could feel a sharp glare—Lupinus-san. Terrifying.
She was a noble-looking elven beauty, her armor suiting her perfectly.
For some reason, she was glaring at me.
“Wait a moment, what is this? Who are you? A child?”
“Uh? Um…”
“…Lupinus… Enemies… Approaching…”
“Ah, seriously? They’re coming again?”
The puppets were gathering.
Swarming, swarming—this wouldn’t stop unless we took out the source.
“How distasteful.”
“Ahem. I shall handle this.”
With that, Pakira-san stepped forward.
She lightly swung her staff before raising it.
From her appearance alone, it was clear she was a magic user.
In this world, however, they were called “Attribute Users.”
There were eight attributes:
Fire burns.
Water drowns.
Wind blows away and cuts.
Earth buries and entombs.
Green constricts and binds.
Lightning shocks and electrocutes.
Light purifies and incinerates.
Darkness corrupts and curses.
These were the eight attributes: Fire, Water, Wind, Earth, Green, Lightning, Light, and Darkness.
No one possessed relics of all eight attributes.
Countless small fireballs formed around Pakira-san’s raised staff.
A Fire relic, then?
Still, there were so many, and so finely controlled.
“Fire Strike!”
Pakira-san spun halfway around and swung her staff.
The barrage of fireballs shot forward, striking multiple puppets and setting them ablaze.
“Amazing.”
Since they were wood-based, they burned easily.
The rapid spread of tiny fireballs reminded me of a shotgun blast—scattershot fireballs.
“Well, that was easy enough.”
“Amazing.”
“By the way, where is this place? And why is Wof here?”
That’s actually what I’d like to ask.
“This is the deepest part of a dungeon.”
“What!?”
“Calm yourself, Lupinus. Not the bottom of Hydrangea. Correct?”
“Yes. This is the deepest part of a dungeon I was investigating with Lightning Fang.”
“So it’s not truly the lowest level, then.”
Pakira-san let out a wry smile.
“Still, this place is something else. Ah, nice to meet you. I’m Bid from Zan Brave. Rank III, 16 years old. Single.”
“Wof. 13 years old.”
“Thirteen? Oh, you’re a hired kid?”
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“Something like that.”
“Nice to meet you.”
Bid-san extended his hand, so I shook it.
“Now then, what do we do next?”
“Where should we go…?”
“…Nowhere.”
“Indeed.”
“Um, there’s a campsite.”
I hesitantly raised my hand and spoke.
“A child? A campsite, you say?”
“Why don’t we move there? Everyone should be there.”
“What do you think?”
“We have no other leads, so we might as well. The puppets will keep increasing. Look.”
Even as the burned puppets collapsed, new ones emerged.
This wouldn’t stop unless we destroyed the puppet box creating them.
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“No choice, then. Child, lead the way.”
“Alright, this way.”
Praying for everyone’s safety, I guided them through the dungeon.
Along the way, we fought off attacking puppets and mimics.
They were incredibly strong.
Come to think of it, where were Agaro-san and the others?
—
Grand Temple. Eastern Chapel. The Hall of Fate.
Once, this place had been pure white and magnificent.
But now, there was nothing left of that grandeur. It was a sad sight.
This temple… It gave me a strange feeling.
Almost like I had returned home… My heart was uneasy.
Still, a grand temple like this, one that doesn’t even exist on the surface world—
What on earth was worshipped here?
My violet eyes throbbed, glowing hot.
But after so many battles, I was a little worse for wear.
Not surprising, considering that giant land catfish was insane.
I let out a sigh.
Ugh, my favorite black-and-purple dress was ruined.
I really wanted to take a bath.
I needed a bath.
“That land catfish… My kin has caused trouble for you.”
Lord Alexander apologized.
I never expected to meet him here.
Apparently, he had come looking for someone.
When monsters suddenly appeared, he had rushed in out of concern.
The ones he sought were a boy and a Fairyreal girl.
A rare combination.
He hadn’t found them, but as long as they were safe, that was fine.
I’d help search for them later.
By the way—
How was he even holding that dagger in his hand?
Seriously, how?
“No, that was just a giant land catfish. It has nothing to do with Lord Alexander—it was the source of the earthquake.”
“That thing caused a lot of trouble again, huh.”
Though we were chatting, we weren’t relaxed.
We remained on high alert.
After all, right in front of us stood two creatures—The Fools.
Each had a different painted face and attire.
They looked human, but they were dungeon monsters.
The one standing before Lord Alexander, dressed in flashy red with an enraged, laughing mask, was Pariasso.
The one standing before me, clad in dull blue with a tearful, smiling mask, was Max.
A two-on-two standoff.
Neither side moved, carefully watching each other.
That allowed us to talk like this, but maintaining this level of tension was exhausting.
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And worse—these two were just the opening act.
Behind them was a throne—gaudy to the point of being tacky.
Seated upon it like a king was another monster.
It wore a black-and-white jester outfit.
A grand, extravagant red-and-blue four-pointed cap, almost like a crown, rested on its head.
Its painted face beamed with joy.
The Clown.
The Fools—undead, humanoid monsters.
This was the source of the dungeon’s anomaly.
A broken Dungeon Lord.
“This is a real pain. Judging from what I see, these two Fools alone are formidable, but that Clown… If we’re not careful, it could be gem-ranked.”
Alexander muttered.
“Is that true, Lord Alexander…?”
Lord Alexander nodded.
I felt a headache coming on—this wasn’t just a First-Class threat.
The ranking system was as follows:
After Gold Rank, the next tier up was Gem Rank.
A Second-Class monster usually required multiple people to fight.
This was not worth it.
We definitely needed an increase in our reward.
“Unfortunately, in this case, we should probably retreat—!”
Pariasso moved.
Lord Alexander reacted instantly.
As expected of a former First-Class adventurer.
Even now, he was still as skilled as ever.
And more importantly, absolutely adorable.
Speaking of adorable, that Woof kid was totally my type.
Good thing I didn’t hire him.
He’d have died the moment he got dragged into this fight.
Max lunged at me.
“How rude. You’ll never get a girl this way.”
And with that—
The battle began.
A delightful, exhilarating dance.
I activated my relic—[Sunspot].
Six black orbs appeared in the air, homing in on Max.
I caught glimpses of Lord Alexander’s flashing sword as it clashed against his foe.
But—
Each of our attacks was erased by The Fools’ juggling tricks.
My [Sunspot] had become nothing more than Max’s plaything—just another ball in his juggling act.
Lord Alexander’s strangely unpredictable swordplay was being neutralized by Hanswurst’s bouquet blade.
“I really don’t like guys who take things lightly.”
“As expected of you… Hm?”
Lord Alexander noticed something.
I followed his gaze.
And then—
My deep purple eyes widened in shock.
“It’s gone!?”
The Clown—
The monster that had been lounging so theatrically on the throne just moments ago—
Had vanished.
“…Where did it go?”
Lord Alexander murmured as he deflected Pariasso’s burning sword.
Meanwhile, I used [Black Spot] to erase Max’s right arm.
The Clown… Where did it disappear to?
Great Temple. Western Temple District. Ruined Passage.
Suddenly, with no warning—without even the sound of footsteps—
It appeared before us.
A man dressed like a black-and-white clown.
He wore a flamboyant red-and-blue four-pointed jester’s hat, his painted face frozen in a wide grin.
There was no mistaking it.
A clown.
A clown…? Wait, does that mean it’s The Fool!?
“The Clown.”
Someone muttered.