Echo Maze.

Seeing Arthur racking his brains against the minotaur's axe, Hulim said:

"Rather than that, it's better to quickly recover your magic power and find your next opponent. You can earn more there."

Arthur thought about it and nodded.

"That's true..."

He finally chose to give up the Minotaur's axe.

He then walked back to his backpack, took out a bottle of magic potion, and drank it all in one gulp.

Hulim looked at the magic potion he drank with a puzzled look on his face.

Because Arthur drank a low-quality magic potion that was a bit turbid in color.

"Why are you drinking that potion?"

"Well, you mean this?"

Arthur was stunned for a moment holding the empty bottle, then explained:

"This one is cheaper, but don't worry, the effect is the same as a normal magic potion, but it tastes ten times harder than a normal magic potion."

“… …”

Ten times... The taste of normal magic potions was already unbearable for Hulim, but ten times! She felt like her tongue would commit suicide right there in front of her!

"Haha, it really made me question life at first, but now I have experience. As long as I don't touch my tongue like I did just now and pour it directly down my throat in one breath, it will feel much better!"

Arthur smiled and demonstrated the action of pouring the potion.

Then he thriftily put the empty bottle back into his backpack. Usually, such useless and not very valuable items were thrown directly on the ground, as they would be absorbed by the dungeon anyway.

"...Is that person in a bad condition?"

Hulim suddenly asked.

Arthur paused as he was taking out the collection tools from his backpack, then replied in silence, "I guess so..."

"Can you tell me?"

After spending some time together, Hulim realized that it was not difficult for Arthur to make money, but his finances were still very tight. He still used the most ordinary equipment and even drank inferior potions to save money.

The only explanation is that the person being protected behind Arthur is in a very bad situation...

"...Her name is Alice, and she's mine..."

"younger sister... ..."

Arthur took the tools and walked over to the minotaur, speaking as he dismantled the materials.

"We all grew up in an orphanage. We never saw what our parents looked like from the first day we opened our eyes."

"I don't know how much you know about orphanages in slums, but it's indescribably awful..."

"Ever since I can remember, Alice and I have lived together. To fill our stomachs, we've fought for food with the demon rats in the sewers, stolen things from thugs, and even sneaked into gang strongholds... In short, we've done everything we can to survive."

"We have no one to rely on in this world, and we have never experienced what a father or a mother is. We can only rely on each other, or in other words, we are each other's only relatives in this world."

"...So, I secretly vowed to protect her from now on. I wanted her to live in a warm, draft-proof house, sleep in a warm bed, and eat whatever she wanted."

"I always felt that I had the ability to realize that wish..."

"but... ..."

"I really thought it was too simple."

"I don't know why Alice got such a strange disease..."

"Aunt Clea said she was born with it, but before, it was just a little weakness and occasional dizziness! Later, why did it become like this..."

"... I've seen many doctors and bought all kinds of medicine, but nothing helps."

"I was really happy when the people from Manax came to me."

"I know this academy, the pride of Langard. As long as I can get into this academy, realizing my previous dreams will be a piece of cake! I naively thought that entering Manax would also cure Alice's illness..."

"After that, I was able to make more money, much more than before, even more than I dared to imagine. I also found a better doctor and could afford better medicine, but—"

"It's all in vain! No doctor in Langard can cure Alice's illness! Her condition is getting worse and worse. She can't even walk anymore and has to sit in a wheelchair..."

"Why... ..."

Bang--!

Arthur slammed his fist on the ground.

"Why Alice? Why did she have to go through such pain? What did she do wrong?!"

“… …”

Hulim didn't know how to answer the boy in front of her. Although she could make potions, she was not a doctor who understood pathology. Even if she wanted to help, she was powerless.

"I'm sorry... I made you listen to so much unnecessary talk. Just think of it as a story."

“… …”

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"...The above is the popular magic circle style of the ancient Mogaria civilization. The spelling and text rules of this magic circle have been basically deciphered in recent years. The only problem is the materials used to construct the magic circle. If we can figure it out, our society will surely usher in a major advancement!"

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