Golems and demon worshipers, the two groups clashed. A fierce battle of destroying and killing broke out throughout the great temple. It was meaningless to hope for mercy and forgiveness from the heartless golems, but the demon worshipers didn’t have the words peace and retreat in their dictionary.
The graduates embroiled into the mess didn’t go unharmed either; after all, the disparity in standard was much too great. The watchmen guarding the deepest regions of the festival were ridiculously powerful, but the heroes that were imprisoned in those depths were even more monstrous than them. It wasn’t a place for the likes of the graduates to fit in—they were swept away like dust.
“Wh-what on earth is-… Uargh?!”
“Big Bro?! Kyagh-?!”
While I did feel like I heard the voices of Virgin A and his girlfriend, it was all just a trick of the mind.
I didn’t stand around idling during this time either.
Ting!
I had attempted to drink some potions like Boss K, reaching out a hand towards one of the glass bottles, but I failed. My hand failed to make contact, blocked by something formless.
“… A crime prevention system, is it.”
It seemed there was a certain restriction placed on those not natives of this world. Since it was said that everything would be retrieved after the festival, aside from event rewards, it wasn’t a situation I couldn’t completely understand.
Then what about Saintess H?
“Rice Cake, do you think you can collect the event rewards?”
“I’ll try, Master.”
There was no longer any need to hide or hesitate, and so we reverted to using the title and manner of speech that we had in that pitch-dark garden.