Porter
We met as planned, and challenged the labyrinth for the first time in a while.
Our members were me, Novem, Aria, Miranda, Clara, Poyopoyo, and Porter.
I stationed Porter at the center of our formation, and Aria at the front.
Having gone through several modifications, Porter now had a roof attached by thin pillars extending from the loading area.
Weather is irrelevant in the Labyrinth.
But it was attached in order to prevent the luggage from taking damage during battle.
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âShould I have just made it a box?â
Rather than light weight, perhaps I should have focused on making it sturdy. As I said that, Poyopoyo put her hand to her chin.
âMore than that, instead of deploying a Shield out front, something more offensive⊠how about sticking a spike to make Porter an attack type? Destroy enemies and traps in your way as you push forward!â
Hearing that, I thought that perhaps that would have been fine, for a moment, but I soon started shaking my head.
We canât have the machine carrying our precious baggage going on the attack, and possibly being destroyed.
Clara put her hand to her forehead, and spoke.
â⊠What would you do if you dragged other adventurers into it? Thatâs definitely no good.â
But the large lantern attached to Porter felt like a good addition.
It kept down Claraâs Mana cost.
In exchange, it took money to light.
It lighted the passageways, but the fact that it couldnât be extinguished and relit frequently was a problem.
Aria stopped ahead, and signaled that there were enemies around the turn ahead.
âQuiet down a little. I have to listen carefully here.â
Novem was to Porterâs side, and Miranda was across from her.
Clara was walking ahead.
Its rear was open, but when it came to it, that space was one to hide and take cover in.
In that case, building it sturdy would have been preferred.
Within the passageways made of metal sheets irresponsibly layered over one another, as Aria said, I definitely did hear footsteps.
I gave out orders.
But it was different than before.
âNovem, prepare your magic. Once youâve fired off a round, me and Aria will finish off the rest. If they get through, Miranda, protect those two. Poyopoyo keep watch of the rear.â
In a tone indicating her reluctance to be assigned to the rear alone, PoypoyoâŠ
âEven when I can clearly see them in darkness⊠even when I can take out those numbers immediatelyâŠâ
Started complaining.
I know she could do it, but this timeâs expedition was to see how far we could go with these members.
Throwing Poyopoyo into battle between the first and third floors would be contradictory to that objective. At the same timeâŠ
âIt takes money to have you fight.â
A voice from the Jewel affirmed that. It was the money grubbing fourth.
ăYeah, thatâs important. When the expedition itself costs money, having the automaton get damaged in the slightest will cut our income⊠hah, the efficiency would be better if you were still earning normally from carrying baggage.ă
He was referring to when I used Porter to carry adventurers to their destinations, or recovering them when they were headed back.
That one gave out quite some good payout.
Adventurers headed further down were able to travel with ease.
Returning adventurers wouldnât have to carry their heavy luggage in their tired states. Depending on the case, they were exceedingly happy at having found a ride.
Both cases didnât take up too much time, and with the round trip I was able to earn sums equal to whole gold coins.
(⊠But I think the Fourthâs normal is a little bit off.)
He isnât wrong, but itâs far removed from the type of adventurers I imagine.
Itâs true that Porter brought in money, but that was merely the means, and not the goal.
The Fifth cautioned him.
ă⊠Itâs not your money, you know, damn miser.ă
The Fourth responded.
ăEarnings are important, right!? In order to live, itâs no good if you donât bring in money!ă
He wasnât wrong.
But on that opinion, the SixthâŠ
ăThatâs only if you actually use the money. Needlessly stocking it up, itâs not like youâll take it to the other world with you when youâre dead.ă
Even if you had a treasure hoard, there was no meaning if you couldnât use it skillfully.
In that sense, I think I want to become a person who can use money well.
The Fourth was just good at bringing it in.
He ascertained the limit the adventurers we met would willingly pay, and negotiated to lower prices. By stepping back here, we were able to take in money in the end.
As I was thinking that, monsters appeared from the passage.
Goblins armed with metallic weapons came out with the numbers Aria specified.
Finishing her preparations, NovemâŠ
âFire Bullet!â
Fired off multiple orbs of fire, causing the enemies to falter. Even if they blocked with their armaments, they would still receive burns.
Aria stepped out front alongside me.
She was carrying along a spear shorter than before, and held out a small shield upfront as she parried enemy attacks, and destroyed their footing.
Like that, she thrust out her spear wherever there wasnât any metal.
It was different than her style up to now, and she stopped swinging in wide arcs.
(That makes things easier.)
With not the mace, but a sabre in hand, I turned half my body to dodge a goblinâs attacks, before cutting at its throat.
With blood rushing from its neck, the goblin fell to the ground with a dull metallic sound. The other goblin that tried to get away from the two of us was dealt with the other sabre I drew with my left hand.
âAhâŠâ
Letting out a careless voice, the goblinâs head fell to the ground as blood continued to spill from its neck.
The surroundings were died red.
Luckily, the only ones who were dirty were me and Aria.
Aria spoke.
â⊠Hey, if you get blood everywhere like that, Iâm going to slip.â
She sure has gotten sturdy.
Before quite a brutal scene, she seemed quite used to it, and her only thoughts were that she would slip⊠I find it a little sad sheâs nothing like a noble Lady anymore.
âSorry about that. No, reallyâŠâ
Seeing my questioning expression, Aria seemed confused.
âWhy are you making a face like that?â
When the battle ended, Clara approached to pick off anything that could be turned to money. The tools to pick them off were also loaded on Porter, so she was only carrying a small portion of equipment herself.
The metal was also tossed onto its loading cart.
Aria kept watch of the front, and Miranda-san the back.
I assisted Clara, and confirmed with Novem.
âNovem, are you tired at all?â
If a magician expended physical strength, they would also lose mental power. Controlling Mana brought way to mental fatigue.
When magicians were acting as the offense of a party, it was correct to constantly confirm their statuses.
The conditions change by the day, so itâs essential for a leader to communicate with their party, apparently.
I doubted she would be tired after just one use, a she directed a smile at me.
âIâm alright, Lyle-sama.â
âI see⊠then once weâre done collecting, weâll continue moving.â
I held Novem back from helping, and me and Clara alone finished, after which we resumed moving.
Just as before, I left battle to aria.
(Sheâs keeping a lookout without being told anything, so I can talk normally.)
In the past, I relied on Skills, and was able to somehow get an understanding of my comradesâ states.
Because of that, there was little to talk about between us.
(Conversation⊠I canât remain poor at them.)
I called out to Clara.
âClara, are you fine with controlling Porter?â
âYes. As long as the movement speed is kept to a certain level⊠but stairs are enervating. I donât have to keep up the light, so it is a good tradeoff, though.â
It seems that the individual herself was mildly discontent that she couldnât regulate the lighting herself.
(Iâll leave that as next timeâs challenge.)
As I also struck up conversation with Miranda-san.
âYour movements sure are getting better, Miranda-san.â
As I said that, she spoke with a smile.
âThank you. If only you werenât so sarcastic, I might have actually been happy here.â
I let out some dry laughter, and confirmed she was doing fine, before going to Poyopoyo last.
For some reason, she seemed annoyed.
The Second spoke.
ăFor an automaton, this one sure is a pain in the ass.ă
Sheâs probably unsatisfied with how sheâs not being of use.
Her facial expressions were more plentiful than a normal human.
âHah⊠Iâll put you to work during our break, so endure it until then.â
She produced a frypan, and some other cookware as she spoke.
âLeave it to me. From cooking to rest, Iâll do it all to perfection!â
⊠Iâm not actually expecting anything too extravagant within the labyrinth.
But Poyopoyo seemed overly motivated.
âNo, we donât need anything all too refinedâŠâ
And after finishing my conversations, I continued to pay mind to our surroundings.
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The spot we chose for our break was of a moderate size to spend a night.
Without monsters around, we unloaded some supplies off of Porter, and began making food.
Motivated all by herself, Poyopoyo prepared soup.
She baked bread, and put something like ham atop it.
For food found in a labyrinth, it was of a higher-class variety. It was usually just some thick soup, and whatever bread one had brought on hand. In order to reduce unnecessary baggage, we wouldnât bring the tools necessary to make anything too extravagant.
But we could just load cookware onto Porter, so as long as we kept our numbers low, then luxuries like these were possible.
Currently, Miranda-san was keeping watch.
Having finished eating, Novem and Clara went to sleep.
Poyopoyo divided out Mirandaâs portion, and stayed by it, as if she was waiting to serve it fresh.
As Aria ate alongside me, I spoke.
â⊠OneâŠâ
âWhat is it?â
âAfter coming this far, youâve only made a single mistakeâ
She hurriedly started to make an excuse.
âI-I made sure to reunite with the group after that! And wait, you remembered? You sure are an incessant man.â
Seeing her fly into a rage, I responded.
âNo, Iâm saying thatâs the only time youâve made any sort of error. If you think back to how we were a few months ago, your movements are completely different⊠Even when weâre moving together, itâs become much easier to fight.â
Hearing thatâŠ
â⊠I see. Iâm sorry about that.â
Resuming her meal, Aria seemed a little happier. After that, we continued talking together now and again, before I let Aria go to sleep first.
The one who had to use her senses most when we were on the move was Aria. During breaks, I wanted to take her off lookout duty to prepare for tomorrow.
After she had fallen asleep, I muttered.
âItâs worlds away from how it was before. Though our numbers are higher now, I guess.â
Hearing that, PoyopoyoâŠ
âAre you talking to yourself? You sure are a lonesome master. Iâll hear you out. Please unload any worry you have onto me. Iâll be sure to turn it into a joke to tease you later.â
âThat doesnât make me happy at all, you know?â
I sat atop one of our wooden crates, and talked with her. Rather than consultation, it was closer to affirmation.
Affirming my own thoughts.
âThe last time we challenged this place together was the worst. Aria was always close to tears, and we could only bring trouble to Clara. Even when Novem would be better off making her own decisions, I tried ordering everything down to the finer details⊠but it didnât get us anywhere.â
Poyopoyo spoke.
âYouâve grown, chicken dickwad. From today onwards, Iâll promote you to a useless chick.â
âOy, that isnât growing at all. The hells with the chick part?â
I turned my eyes towards the sleeping three, and Miranda-san.
âAfter coming this far⊠good grief, this is why gentlemen areâŠâ
âDonât misunderstand or anything. Also, why are you trying to remove your clothing? If you want to sleep, then go ahead and do so, Iâll slap you awake later.â
âTsk, so youâre still just a chicken dickhead, are you? From my light exhibitionism, that weak attitude and manner⊠Iâll definitely have you wrapped around me one day.â
âOh, so wanted to be strangled? Go to sleep already.â
As I said that, Poyopoyo let her twin tails sway, as she said something like, âNo, no, I want to hear the rest.â
⊠I wonder what it is. While her outer appearance held some charm, her insides didnât match at all.
âToday went quite well. While there were some problematic points, we were all generally proficient. Itâs just as Clara said.â
Poyopoyo seemed satisfied with that.
âWhen you were marketing out Porter, I did take a look at the other adventurers⊠truly, everyoneâs movements were good when looked at individually. However, party, was it? When assigned to a platoon, your movements suddenly become worse.â
Itâs because for now, everyoneâs only focusing on their own roles.
A partyâs coordination isnât something that polishes itself immediately. Individual movements and decisions are different.
We have to confirm our coordination time and again, and match our movements to complete our party.
âRight. Iâve talked to many a leader, but rather than stressing on abilities, they all valued whether people could work together.â
Through talking to people atop Porter, my relations to the adventurers of Arumsaas increased in an instant.
We talked on the way, and itâs nice that I was able to see other partiesâ movements.
Methods varied widely by the party, but those that honored the basics felt more successful.
I did it to learn Porterâs applications, and controls, but I was surprisingly able to acquaint myself with quite a few people of Arumsaas.
A majority of them called me something like ăLyle, the Burdenă, and I gave them a bitter smile, but that was also the envy of an adventurer.
Usually, for one to get a decent moniker, means that youâre the admiration and fear of others.
Iâm much too young, so it isnât something too great.
But it turned into a topic of conversation, so it was actually a help to me to stick it into idle banter. Iâm not the best at talking to others, but with just one topic like that, communication became much easier.
(If you think of it like that, it doesnât sound too bad⊠being called a burden.)
Apparently, seeing me surrounded by beauties, and having them treat me dearly caused some discontentment among male adventurers.
There were even some that thought the fact we were able to breach the fortieth floor was solely due to Damienâs dolls.
But I canât say thatâs wrong.
We did stand firm in the boss battles, but in places apart from that, Damienâs dolls standing as moving shields was really a help.
I looked at Porter.
â⊠Porter sure is a good comrade.â
I whispered that, and PoyopoyoâŠ
âOf course. Heâs the fruit of mine and your love. But in the near future, my name⊠not a temporary one, please decide on a true name for me. Iâm seriously frustrated at losing to Porter. Those mass produced scraps are mocking me to high heavens!â
I looked at her with my head tilted.
âDid they really say that much? Why not just talk back? That youâre different from them, on a higher level?â
âThis is why men who are fooled by docile exteriors are⊠those ones truly have terrible mouths, you know. I donât even come close! I, the chicken dickwadâs angel have been brought to tears! Please do a better job of protecting me!â
I spoke.
âCrying and all⊠donât you just complain?â
With a sorrowful expression on her face, she bend her knees, and sat down on the spot.
She started quietly singing a mournful song, but I was shocked at her vocal skill level.
(This one really can do a lot of things⊠is there any reason sheâs so obsessed on being a maid?)
For what purpose did those ancients make Poyopoyo⊠I simply couldnât comprehend.