“Which way, Palmira?”
By the time I got out the door, the man was already nowhere to be seen.
It was the same entrance hall, but its appearance was different, and gloomy in comparison to the entryway.
“There.”
Palmira pointed to the opposite side of the sprawling hall.
Looking over, I caught a glimpse of what seemed to be the man’s shadow disappearing through the door at the other end.
It was a pretty dumb way to carry myself, but still, I didn’t have the guts to ruin the hem of the dress.
Maybe because no one else was around, she headed for the door at almost top speed.
“Is he in there?”
I finally caught up to Palmira, who stood stock still as she peered into the room.
At the same time, I took a peek myself.
— There was nothing inside.
It looked like a parlor of some sort. Or a reception room for guests. However, maybe because there were no plans to put it to its intended use at the moment, it was currently serving as a storage room. The light from the entrance didn’t extend far enough into its dark interior.
But even so, I could at least tell that there was no human presence here.
“Palmira, he came in here, right? The man just now.”
“He should have.”
Though Palmira more or less confirmed my thoughts, from the state inside, I wasn’t particularly confident in myself.
But considering I was sure enough to expect him inside, I put my faith in my own eyes and took a step into the room.
Inside were a sofa, table, large shelf, and fireplace. Besides those, there was a jumbled mess of wooden boxes and barrels. They looked as if they hadn’t been touched in a long time. The sofa and other furniture were broken in places.
On the other hand, there could’ve been something in this room able to conceal him that well. Maybe he was holding his breath in the shadow of those wooden boxes, or on the other side of the sofa.
But if that were the case, he was liable to attack the moment we found him. Only now did I notice that I was unarmed. I didn’t even have the black dagger with me today, though you might’ve expected me to bring it along.
“Chris, I’ll go. Wait here.”
As I realized the problem, my feet came to a stop. Palmira slowly proceeded past me, her hand on the hilt of her sword.
Just watching, my heart was thundering in my ears.
“…Not here,”
Palmira said tersely after getting close to the boxes. She took her hand from her sword.
Assured for the moment that the man wasn’t here, I heaved out a great sigh. Then, though suspicious of the fact that he wasn’t around, I stepped forward into the room the same way. While scrutinizing our surroundings herself, Palmira came back to me.
“Strange. I thought for sure that he came in here. What do you think, Chris?”
“I was sure he came in here too…”
“In that case, there’s probably a secret passage around here somewhere.”
Secret passage, huh?
If I remembered correctly, there was a door hidden behind a moving fireplace. As an experiment, I approached the stove and tried pushing against it with my hand — it didn’t budge an inch.
“Chris, here it is.”
While I was experimenting off to the side, Palmira was scrutinizing the interior of the fireplace. Looking where she was pointing, sure enough, a rectangular outline glowed faintly on the inside wall.
It was probably light on the other side leaking through. If so, you could say it was an unexpectedly sloppy hidden door.
“You’re right. Looks kinda like it’s been left open.”
“What will we do? Try going through?”
asked Palmira, looking over her shoulder at me.
I pondered it briefly. To be honest, I had a hunch that it would be seriously dangerous to proceed any further. I mean, why am I even chasing the guy to begin with? Because he bothered me. That’s all it should’ve been. So I just wanted to call out to him and get a look at his face or something.
Can I justify shouldering a greater risk than I already have to pursue a matter this trivial? I’d even ditched Leon in coming this far. I wasn’t okay with worrying him to get wrapped up in this weird business. Besides, it seemed like the dress would get dirty too.
“No… let’s leave off here for now.”
Though I shook my head, the fact is, I was incredibly worried about that man’s true identity.
I didn’t even remember what he looked like. Even so, plagued by a strange uneasiness, I couldn’t help but fret and fret over it.
“How about I try to open it? That’s all, just opening it?”
Sensing how relatively hesitant I was to say stop, Palmira offered a very appealing suggestion. Somehow, I felt like I was digging myself into a hole, but at least that much would definitely be clear. So the business of the man’s identity aside, I wanted to try opening the door.
While I was growing even more conflicted, Palmira drew the sword at her waist from its scabbard and pointed it at the dead center of the glowing outline inside of the fireplace. Then, she looked at me.
Getting the go-ahead, Palmira gently prodded the center of the door-like structure with the point of her sword.
Ga-kunk!
“Eh–?”
In that moment, the entire frame of the door-like thing slightly, but visibly, caved inward. Before I could fully form the thought ‘It’s not a door?’, the floor that Palmira and I were kneeling on suddenly tilted and sagged toward the fireplace.
“Woah–!?”
“Kya–!”
At that very moment, we lost our balance and tumbled down the slope.
We rolled our way down underneath the fireplace. Unable to clearly sort out what just happened, unable to reorient ourselves, we rolled off the edge.
–
–
“Ow-ow-ow–!”
It probably took just about a moment.
The two of us tumbled down the considerable slope in a tangle. Then, we were tossed out into a wide, brightly lit space.
“Wh–What was that? Where are we?”
It was so bright. My vision was all blurry. Lifting myself up, I waited several moments for my sight to recover.
“Ughh…”
I heard Palmira groan behind me. I turned to look at her, but it didn’t seem like she’d sustained any particularly serious injuries. However, she might have been dizzy from that crazy tumble we took.
Once my eyes had adjusted, I surveyed the surroundings.
This room was completely different from the one we were just in. The walls were perfectly flat, constructed from a material that might’ve been metal, might’ve been stone, I didn’t know. The floor was slippery, too, and deliberately made that way. The whole thing was uniformly tinted a cobalt green.
“……”
If that hole we fell through was a trap, then was this a prison…? When the thought occurred to me, it didn’t seem to be the case. An ordinary hallway led away from the front of the room.
There was no door. The way forward grew darker the deeper it went, so I couldn’t get a good look at how far in it extended.
When I turned back around, I found Palmira peering into the hole we fell through.
“Does it look like we can go back?”
I asked, taking a look myself.
Because the walls and floor were made of the same slippery material, it didn’t seem at all possible to climb back up. Apparently coming to the same conclusion, Palmira shook her head.
“What a pain in the ass.”
“I’m sorry, Chris. It was my mistake.”
While I wondered what the damn thing’s deal was, Palmira apologized to me with a despondent look on her face. It seemed like she thought it was her fault for triggering the trap.
It was true that she’d tripped it, but I’d had the same thought as she did, of course. It was impossible to blame her.
“Don’t worry about it. I was thinking the same thing. More importantly, we have to think of a way to go back…”
I put my hand on her head and tousled her hair with a slight roughness. Taking it, Palmira nodded deeply and moved away from my hand. She seemed to be curious about the passageway, all the same.
Even so, what a weird place. Its material was completely different from the stone primarily used in the castle. No, forget the castle, it obviously belonged to an entirely different culture than the one we currently had.
But I knew of a place with an atmosphere close to this.
The labyrinth.
It depended on the location, too, but the atmosphere here bore a slight resemblance to that of the labyrinths constructed during those so-called ‘ancient times’. It was a feeling of otherness that I couldn’t quite express. A structure built by a completely different civilization.
I placed my hand against the wall. Like the floor, its cold, mineral smoothness lingered on my hand, even through the glove. I couldn’t even get a good read on what it was made of.
If anything, the sensation was close to that of well polished granite, but I knew that wasn’t it. Granite didn’t come in cobalt green, for starters.
“…An ancient labyrinth underneath the castle…?”
It went without saying, but I’d never heard of such a thing.
I mean, this was the Imperial Capital. Adventurers weren’t even allowed to enter; this was Empire business to begin with. There was no reason to call in the adventurers just because there was a labyrinth around.
“Chris, what’s the plan?”
Palmira returned from her cautious survey of the passage ahead. There was what had just happened, too; she seemed to have grown quite wary.
Hey, even if you ask me what the plan is…
Once more, I took a look around the room we were currently in.
Even if I say ‘take the corridor’, it occurred to me that this was essentially a labyrinth, and we were totally unprepared. Palmira had a sword, but that was more or less it. I wasn’t carrying anything on me — hell, I was wearing a goddamn dress.
And high heels. I was the total opposite of battle-ready.
It goes without saying, but in a labyrinth, there are usually monsters or the enemies known as ‘guardians’ on the prowl. They’re strong enough as it is, but they come in great numbers too.
Whether the room was safe or not, at least it was better than going forward. Because there was no way I could promise that there weren’t any monsters lurking up ahead.
Still, I was also conflicted about waiting here. Leon had probably noticed our disappearance by now, and he might come to rescue us before long.
When I imagined that, my feelings grew genuinely remorseful.
Leon said he would protect me. And yet here I was, trying to run off by myself. It could even be considered a breach of his trust. He was most likely going into a frenzy searching for me. Thinking about that, my chest constricted painfully.
Really, what am I doing?
…But right now, I have to think about what to do.
As it stands, I don’t think it’s a bad idea. I mean, we might be underground, but this is the castle — maybe Leon knows about this place too. I’m not one-hundred percent sure, but he’ll eventually make it here… probably.
However, I also had my reservations about continuing to wait and wait here. Looking at it from a different angle, this was a dead end, and I could hardly say for sure monsters wouldn’t attack us here. What’s more, there was nowhere to hide, and fighting back was out of the question.
So, isn’t it the same as going forward?
If we traced his steps, any monsters that were around would’ve attacked him ahead of us, so the risk would be a little lower —
“Let’s go forward,”
I said to Palmira. I was conflicted, but ultimately, I decided to proceed down the passageway.
After all, what is this place? The thought roused my adventurer’s curiosity. If this was an ancient labyrinth, then there must be something lying ahead.
Honestly, I was curious about that too, so what can ya do?
“…Understood. I’ll take point, so you watch the rear, Chris.”
“Okay. I’ll be counting on you, Palmira.”
Palmira nodded and drew her sword from her waist, holding it at the ready in one hand. Right now, her figure was reassuring.
Running berserk wasn’t out of the question, but it was way better than leaving behind a pair of corpses.
I took off one of my long gloves and left it behind.
At the same time, I apologized to the absent Leon.
Sorry. I’m going.
Following Palmira as she headed toward the passage, I stepped forward.
Our double set of footsteps echoed awfully loudly down the passageway.
Considering not much happened this chapter, I’ll have 62 up today too. Don’t say I never did anything for you guys~~