I Possessed a Game Where I Die If I Don’t Clear the Tower - Chapter 73

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Chapter 73. Sewers Infiltration
If Mina had enjoyed unexpected fortune, the opposite was true for another.
Nashu Shumel received orders to stay far away, forbidden from even approaching the Sewers.
From Camilia’s perspective, it was only natural. Nashu’s troublemaker disposition meant he could neither nullify nor prevent status abnormalities.
“I… I wanted to go too…”
Unaware of this reasoning, Nashu Shumel’s spirits sank.
Since Lord Camilia had always taken him along, he’d assumed she would this time as well.
Nashu Shumel found himself strange. There had been times he’d cried about not wanting to ascend The Tower, yet now he regretted not being able to fight.
But no matter how much he thought about it, attachment lingered.
‘I’m actually getting good with a shield now.’
If I showed Lord Camilia, she’d surely praise me.
Nashu Shumel’s gaze fixed on the Knight Commander, who had been selected as vanguard.
Just from his expression, Rohengreen Ashen could tell exactly what he was thinking, and he laughed without realizing it.
“If Lord Camilia did not choose you, there must be a reason she should not.”
Realizing he’d been sulking toward the blameless Knight Commander, Nashu Shumel’s cheeks flushed crimson.
“I-I’m sorry. I just… I practiced with the shield so much, and I’m disappointed, that’s all.”
“Once we resolve the Plague Lord, we will ascend The Tower again. You can show her then.”
“Y-Yes!”
Nashu Shumel suppressed his disappointment and spoke to Rohengreen Ashen.
“P-Please protect Lord Camilia. Please, definitely.”
“Of course I will.”
Rohengreen Ashen naturally stroked the head that Nashu Shumel offered, and laughed once more.
Since Lord Camilia enjoyed petting his head, Nashu Shumel often offered his head to him as well.
It hadn’t been long since meeting Lord Camilia, yet he’d already grown accustomed to her.
Rohengreen Ashen reflected.
‘What of me?’
He too had undoubtedly grown accustomed to Camilia.
In the past, he would not have remained this composed when unexpected circumstances arose.
He would have been fretting over how to deal with demons or enduring the humiliation of seeking aid from adventurers.
The Steward would have been of little help either. At that time, he’d been too preoccupied preventing Lord Camilia’s missteps to offer much assistance.
But now there was no reason for that.
Even without desperation, answers always existed.
My duty was simply to trust my master and fulfill my responsibilities. Then every crisis resolved itself.
I couldn’t fathom how such things were possible, yet the Lord accomplished it all effortlessly.
That was why I sometimes grew anxious.
What appeared without reason could disappear the same way.
‘A repugnant thought.’
Perhaps only I had noticed, but it was highly likely that the Lord was not the true master of this land.
While it was wrong to seize another’s possession simply because one was superior, I nonetheless found myself thinking from her side rather than the previous master’s.
Sometimes I even hoped that the former Lord, as she had hinted in the Ancient Facility, was not the true one.
‘…This is difficult.’
The more I think about it, the more convoluted everything becomes.
I know the reason—I don’t truly understand what I want.
Rohengreen Ashen decided not to dwell on it any further. As always, he locked away every question in the prison of his imagination.
As Lord Camilia had said, now was the time to focus on eliminating the Plague Lord.
That was what the head of the Ashen Family, guardians of these lands for generations, should do.
Rohengreen Ashen gripped his sword hilt firmly.
And so time passed—the third day since the emergency Quest had begun.
With twelve hours remaining before failure, the party that Camilia had assembled gathered before the Underground Sewers.
[Main](4/4)
Synergy: None
Camilia
Level: 3
Class: Mind Sorcerer
Rohengreen Ashen
Level: 4
Class: Knight
Zehar Al Rashid
Level: 5
Class: Arcane Mage
Netanel Fragma
Level: 15
Class: Apostle of the Balance
[Sub](4/4)
Synergy: None
Malorik Banproft
Level: 6
Class: Spellblade
Solandir Rendil
Level: 7
Class: Spirit Archer
Vlad de Vil
Level: 6
Class: Assassin
Mina Alkes
Level: 1
Class: Alchemist
‘Quite the extravagant roster….’
Camilia gazed at the sub-party information window with lukewarm eyes.
Even knowing these were comrades she could never truly claim, seeing their levels and abilities listed in the sub-party made her heart ache.
Even if Malorik and Solandir had been permanent members, we could’ve cleared the mid-levels in a month, but…
‘It’s fine. I don’t regret it. They’re low-level and adorable, but our people are growing well too.’
Camilia surveyed the Knight Commander, who hadn’t even reached level 5 yet, and the alchemist who remained at level 1 despite being fed crafting experience diligently, before opening her mouth.
“The plan is simple. An adventurer party enters as scouts, confirms the interior, and creates a path to reach the source of the plague.”
After that, my party will drive straight into the main force.
While the main party suppresses the plague source, the sub-party extracts the necessary alchemical materials from the source.
Then, once Mina escapes the sewers under Vlad’s protection, we concentrate our firepower and destroy the source in one strike.
“Do you understand?”
Most of the party members answered by nodding their heads.
Only the nervous Mina swallowed dryly before speaking.
“I’ll extract as quickly as possible and get out. Um, and… since I don’t know when I’ll be able to say this, I’ll offer my thanks now. Thank you for allowing the source extraction, Lord Camilia.”
Camilia replied in a matter-of-fact tone.
“It’s necessary for my alchemist, so it’s only natural.”
Mina, finding it strange to be treated well despite doing so little, bowed her head repeatedly.
The others finished their preparations by checking their weapons or gently drawing up their mana.
Assessing the situation, Camilia looked toward the Adventurer Guild Master.
“Malorik.”
“Yes, Lord Camilia.”
Malorik cleared his throat and shouted to the adventurers he’d brought.
“Everyone ready? Time to find the path!”
The adventurer parties Malorik had assembled totaled three.
They were skilled parties with quick reflexes and extensive experience.
Still, he emphasized it again and again, as if unconvinced.
“If it seems impossible, don’t push yourselves. Just retreat. Getting the information to us in time is what matters.”
“Don’t worry, we’ll be careful.”
“Once the detection scroll activates, we just run without looking back, right?”
Perhaps because they were before the lord, the adventurers answered obediently and headed toward the sewers entrance.
The water in the unmaintained Underground Sewers was murky and reeked terribly, yet no one hesitated.
“Now we wait, then.”
“Indeed.”
The interior of the sewers is quite complex, but they should find it within three hours at the latest.
I’d copied the sewer map from my mind and distributed it to the adventurer party.
‘If the plague source location wasn’t random, I wouldn’t need to resort to this tedious method.’
Having to entrust the search to an uncontrollable party was frustrating, but what could I do? I lacked the stamina to wander around searching myself.
In fact, I wasn’t even confident about covering the straight-line distance. If worse came to worst, I’d have no choice but to be carried by Netanel Fragma.
‘If that happens, I should have him carry Mina too.’
That way, at least I wouldn’t be alone—less embarrassing.
After entertaining such thoughts, how much time had passed?
One of the scout parties returned.
Their return itself would’ve been good news, but the problem was that only a single person came back.
He was even drenched in blood from what appeared to be severe wounds.
“What in the world is happening!? Balba, where are the others!?”
Malorik rushed forward in alarm to support him, and the adventurer gasped out his words.
“Huff, huff, this is bad… Guild Master, there are demons inside….”
“Demons? You mean the source of the plague?”
“No, different demons have set up a position at the passage….”
The man coughed up blood and staggered, unable to maintain his footing any longer.
“Netanel.”
The moment Camilia spoke, Netanel Fragma rushed forward and healed the adventurer.
Recovered in an instant, he looked bewildered yet spoke urgently.
“There were demons in the Underground Sewers! Besides the smaller ones, there are two incredibly powerful ones. Two entire parties were wiped out by them. If my comrades hadn’t bought me time, I wouldn’t have escaped either.”
As if the early plague wasn’t enough, now an additional demon event?
I’d anticipated complications, but the unfairness was absolutely overflowing this time.
I wasn’t even angry anymore. It simply felt inevitable.
‘Well, then. Let’s see what we’re dealing with.’
I surveyed my party members, who stood waiting for my orders, then issued my command.
“We advance immediately.”

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