t.”
Indeed, this physique is suitable for serving as the shield tank that blocks the monster’s attacks during the party’s battles.
The problem is that Mitrof has no knowledge or mentality for it.
For Mitrof, who learned aristocratic swordsmanship, attacking means avoiding it.
He just couldn’t avoid it because of his excess fat.
Lose weight or change your fighting style.
If he continues to challenge the labyrinth like this, he will have to consider that direction.
After Mitrof’s breathing returned to normal, the two of them retrieved the fangs from the two fangs.
The boss-fang had especially fine fur.
While it seemed like taking it home could lead to a good price, due to its massive size, it would also be quite a hassle to skin the fur.
After weighing the purchase price against the effort and time, they reluctantly decided to only collect the fangs.
“Even though it’s a boss-fang, it might be more efficient to use the time spent skinning the fur to take down other small games.”
Grace says.
“You seem a bit disappointed,” Mitrof observed.
“No…well, maybe, just like how you refused to give up your sword out of pride as a noble, I, too, may have pride as a hunter.
Just taking the fangs from the hunted animal and abandoning the rest doesn’t sit well with me.
It’s bothersome.
I want to dismantle it.”
The extremely serious expression on her face surprised Mitrof a little, but he remained silent.
Maybe it was not something he expected to hear from a beautiful girl with such a refined face.
Leaving the boss-fang behind, Grace gazed intently at the area where it was.
“Are you thinking of going back?”
“…No, it’s fine—this way, we leave prey for other living beings to survive.”
“What do you mean?”
“Can’t you see it?”
Saying that, Mitrof strained his eyes, but the darkness of the corridor was deep, and he could not tell where boss-fang’s corpse was.
“People called ‘scavengers.’ —adventurers who are injured or people who have lost their jobs and can’t fight monsters anymore survive by using the remains left behind as food.”
‘I see,’ Mitrof said, nodding and continuing to look.
Soon, he thought he saw a human shape in the light of a lantern hanging on the wall.
There is still value in dead bodies.
Fur, bones, and sometimes internal organs.
Many cannot carry them with them and leave them in place.
There are people who collect and live off of these items.
Mitrof understood that this was also one of the gears that make up the labyrinth.
“Let’s go.”
Grace led the way, and Mitrof followed.
The assumption that he would become a scavenger chilled Mitrof’s heart with cold realism.
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