“Uh… it was better when we had Wayland along.”

A rather sweaty half-elven girl in full leather gear was seen treading through a wide-open area filled with pools of lava.

“You need to come here more often and build up your heat resistance skill and stop relying on magical contraptions!”

A man with a large frame and tanned skin was walking in front of her. He was quite handsome, his upper arms weren’t covered by any armor but from his forearms and below, thick dark gauntlets could be seen.

“Shut up Armand, it would have been better if you fell into that hole instead of Wayland!”

“You think I wouldn’t want that blue-haired noble girl around with me instead? Damn, it would be a waste if anything happened to her… and that bastard is lucky enough to be with her for so long...”

Lobelia furrowed her eyebrows before giving a kick to Arman’s shin guard. The large man didn’t even flinch as he was used to getting poked and prodded by his younger sister.

The two had been tasked to go back to Albrook city. They had to run while mostly evading the monsters while the two knights they were given were more of a burden than help. After a full day of going through the dungeon and not sleeping they were able to arrive at the adventurer’s guild to give the report.

Armand remembered it well as the old guild master looked like he had laid an egg. He was really pale after hearing that his precious Runesmith and the nobles were trapped in some unknown underground cave with no way of climbing back up.

He could recall him blowing a fuse and shouting at everyone before scrambling back into his office. Armand looked back this fondly as this was the first time he saw the old fart in so much distress. It made the whole fiasco of him losing his old post actually somewhat worthwhile.

After losing his position he was scolded by his family members, he also had to quit going to the red light district for the time being. The money had to go to his equipment and the orphanage as the prices had increased. Luckily for him, the monster parts that they brought in were enough to cover the costs and the other family members also pitched in.

Even though he wasn’t totally broke, it didn’t change the fact that he still didn’t like the person that caused this. Wayland the Runesmith, he didn’t think that he could get along with a stiff like that. Whenever he thought about his face that he rarely showed, he wanted to put his fist through it.

His two step sisters weren’t helping either, always taking that guy's side over his for some reason. It was clear to him that he might have been able to handle things differently that time. He was still a work in progress but it would be hard to change his bostrious ways. This is how he was, cocky and full of vigor.

“Is that the only thing that you can think about…”

Lobelia frowned even more after hearing Armand disclose his desires of being trapped in a room with the blue haired noble. The noble lady was quite beautiful and had porcelain like skin to match it. She didn’t want to admit it, but she was defeated in a couple of places but still thought that her face was much better than what the ice mage had.

Continuing their report a climbing specialist had to be rushed over to Albrook from another dungeon town. It took a couple of days to assemble the rescue team and they headed back at the moment they arrived.

Guild master Aurdhan and the mayor were rushing them all the way to the dungeon entrance. At one point they even thought that the old man would join them on the expedition.

They rushed back down past the 10th level that luckily had its boss killed beforehand. Now they were on the way towards the large lava lake that they passed by previously. The side passage had collapsed after the volcanic worms burst through the mountain.

This was a dungeon though and they worked in mysterious ways. It wouldn’t be odd for the cliff passage to have mended itself back to health. The holes that adventurers produced with their high-powered attacks tended to vanish after a week of time. It was as if the dungeon was some kind of huge organism that had a slow healing factor.

They were traveling with three new adventurers. They were of a particular beastman race, they had short white beards, short tails, and long black horns. The most characteristic part about them were their rectangular eyes.

These adventurers were part of a mountain goat beastman tribe that was famous for their climbing skills. Even without any ropes, they had certain skills that allowed them to cling to the walls for exorbitant amounts of time.

The plan was for these three to climb down into the hole where the three people fell down. Each one would then attach a person to a harness that would allow them to carry them up without the need of holding on to them. They would become human-sized backpacks for these people while they climbed back up.

Even with these specialists, it was dangerous. No one knew if those volcanic worms would not appear suddenly once more. They also didn’t know how far down that hole was, nor how well they could use their climbing skills on the dungeon walls.

“Okay we are at the lake, It’s not that far now.”

Lobelia said while waiting at the two knights that were as always lumbering behind the group of adventurers. The plan was for them to wait till the lava lake subsided,