Raised in Dungeon

The aura of hatred emitted by Arthur slowly disappeared, leaving Arthur just sitting and crying with his head bowed.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." Arthur mumbled.

'Are they going to let us go?' Allen thought.

Allen could think of various reasons why Felicia could be attacked here, but he couldn't think of why Arthur could feel such deep hatred for him. Although Arthur looked a little familiar to him, Allen actually didn't remember Arthur's face or anything about him at all. Because he had killed many people, he was sure his hatred must have something to do with it.

'It would be great if they would let us go... but... once I'm out of this situation. What will I do? Leofric is dead, I have no reason to live any longer..."

Allen then looked at Felicia. The plant was now slowly growing and shining; Allen could see Felicia slowly starting to heal herself.

'Since I have no reason to live anymore, I should at least save her tonight,' Allen thought.

Just as he let out a sigh of relief, a figure suddenly move in front of him. It was Norman with a menacing look. His aura sent shivers down Allen's spine. Allen was startled, as he had not heard any footsteps or sensed Norman's presence.

'He's so fast!

Allen's heart pounded in his chest as he frantically tried to devise something. But before he could think of anything,

"You think I'll just let you go?"

Norman lunged at Felicia with his hand.

With all his strength, Allen used his sword to ward off Norman's attack. But since it was just an ornate default sword, it broke immediately after clashing with Norman's nails. But Allen had predicted that his sword hand would only slow down his attack, so he moved his hand forward even more. As a result, Allen's hand received Norman's attack.

"What?!" Norman was surprised that his nails could only scratch Allen's hand.

Allen from the beginning, deliberately made his feet stand on tiptoe. So in this state, Allen pushed his body with his feet, used his head to hit Norman's head very hard.

Norman was thrown back, but he quickly regained his position. Norman then wiped his nose, which was bleeding because of Allen, and looked at his hands.

'My nails are broken... That kid has a strong body and strength. Are all Other-worlder this strong? No, as far as I know, Nishizaka doesn't have such a strong physique.'

"No-Norman... Please don't kill the girl; I need her alive!" said Clarissa.

"Huh?! What did you say?"

"T-the girl… She is the reincarnation of a hero."

Norman showed a surprised face, then scratched his hair,

"Aaaagh! So the reason you were smiling earlier was because you saw that girl's god's blessing! No wonder her god's blessing can activate while she is unconscious.

We're in the middle of work! Can you just forget about that girl for now!"

"If we split up now, I'm afraid I won't be able to find her again," Clarissa retorted.

'What are they talking about? Hero? reincarnation?' Allen thought.

Allen then looked at Felicia, who seemed to still need time to heal,

"No, I shouldn't have to think about that; these people seem to need Felicia, so at least she won't be killed here. But we don't know what they will do after… I have to do something to protect her."

Allen looked at Arthur, then thought

'It seems that guy's decision has nothing to do with these two. That means my last choice is to fight them!'

Then Allen suddenly felt tremendous pain all over his body.

"?! What is this?! An attack from them? But I don't remember receiving any attacks other than that boy's nails?! Is this his god's blessing?!"

Ranged mana attacks are usually related to physical forms, such as creating fireballs or ice spears. Sometimes non-physical forms such as Leofric's god's blessing also turn mana into sound. Then a type of god's blessing that doesn't need to materialize mana is a type of marker. The user would mark the target, and then he could activate his god's blessing on the marked target. Allen was worried that this painful feeling was happening because Norman had marked him.

The tremendous fear that Allen felt was actually not too dangerous or disturbing; it was just that he felt it was just the "beginning". He was worried that something would happen afterwards.

But he wasn't the only one who was surprised. It turned out that Norman and Clarissa were also surprised.

"What are you doing, Clarissa?!" shouted Norman.

"I'm sorry, I'll do it again!"

'Do what?' thought Allen.

Clarissa smudged the circle of Amnis in front of her. Then once again, she drew the same circle of amnis. Clarissa's symbol was not the symbol of fire, water, earth, or wind. It was the symbol of a non-elemental spirit that Allen had never seen.

"Is she going to attack again?!" thought Allen while being a little wary.

"Reverse mana river!" shouted Clarissa.

And once again, Allen felt an excruciating pain in his body. This time it was worse and more disturbing.

'This turned out to be an amnis?! Are they going to use this to make me lose focus?!'

Allen looked at Norman and Clarissa, who were still surprised by the results.

"Hey! Why is he still alive?! I told you not to mess around! We need to get to the King's place quickly!" Norman shouted.

"I-I already did! And it should work! I-I even chanted the amnis name!"

"That's because he's already alerted, right?!"

"N-no! I could feel that it worked... B-but somehow his body didn't crushed."

Norman knew what Clarissa was capable of. Clarissa was a top-class caster, one of the strongest casters known as the Witch of dreed, so surely nothing couldn't be wrong with how she chanted the amnis.

'Clarissa's self-made instant death amnis, reverse mana river, could instantly destroy the bodies of people weaker than her. Previously, Clarissa had used it on one of the Rouds, and he died instantly. Does that mean this kid is stronger than Rounds? But I don't think so,' Norman thought.

"T-that is not correct, Norman," Clarissa said as if she could hear Norman's thoughts.

"I-if the person is stronger than me, the amnis won't work. But, in this boy, the amnis was active and it worked. It's just that his body wasn't destroyed."

"HUH?! Explain well! If the body isn't destroyed, it means your amnis failed, right?!"

"I'm sorry! Umm... You see... This amnis uses air to disrupt the flow of mana. S-so, there's no mistaking it, that kid's mana has been messed up, and the body should have been destroyed. B-but... strangely, he didn't..."

"I still don't understand!"

That time they wouldn't understand. Clarissa used amnis to mess up Allen's mana. But none of them thought that Allen had two types of mana. So even though Clarissa's amnis worked, Allen was still alive because of his demonic mana. That's why Allen only felt slight pain throughout his body. Because the flow of his divine mana suddenly centred in his stomach and exploded.

"Aaargh! I meant to kill him quickly so we could go straight to the King's place! But your instant death was useless! And now we're wasting time!" Norman shouted.

Then Norman closed his eyes, took a deep breath, then let it out slowly. A menacing aura came out of Norman's body. It gave Allen goosebumps again.

"From the start, rushing is a bad thing. So let's just kill this kid carefully but surely."

Norman held the short sword at his waist. The sword had a slightly unique shape that was half the length of his hand.

'A short sword? But his stance is strange... Why is he using both hands to hold the short sword?' thought Allen, confused because the sword should be light enough to be used in one hand. In addition to the inappropriate way of holding it, his standing was also strange for a short sword user.

'Felicia is recovering soon; when she's done, I'll run straight away using Reig! The possibility of winning against the two of them is very small!' Allen thought.

While Allen was thinking, Norman suddenly appeared in front of him again. Norman's stance turned out to be a stance to move quickly towards him.

"You're dead..." Norman muttered.

As Norman said it, Allen could feel the feeling of his imminent death. Norman swung his sword up and down, like he was holding a great sword. He didn't have a weapon at the time, so Allen focused his eyes on the sword Norman was swinging.

And hap,

Allen stopped Norman's sword swing by gripping the blade with both hands like clapping.

'I knew his physique wasn't normal. Probably much stronger than Adam,' Norman thought.

But that didn't mean Allen could brush it off with his hands; he used all his strength to block the sword's swing and had to be skillful to hold it in his hands.

'But... your strength is not enough to stop my sword," Norman said.

Allen suddenly felt the sword he was clamping down on getting heavier and heavier. But at the same time, Norman seemed to stretch his grip, so Allen quickly let go of the sword and backed away. But even though he dodged, Allen still felt the overwhelming threat that was coming. And according to Allen's feelings, that threat was after his life

"Abare: Pervenire Mors," Norman muttered.

Norman's short sword instantly shot forward, piercing Allen's left abdomen.

"Gakh!" Allen vomited his blood; he felt pain and heat in his stomach.

"I told you that I would kill you surely and carefully."

Norman could extend his weapon; that's why he's holding his short sword like before!