The Magical Hunter Girl Decorates the Dungeon! - Chapter 11

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Magic Hunter Girl Decorates the Dungeon! Episode 011
[Magic Girl Daisy Transforms! (B)]
A pure white light enveloped Iji. It was warm, like a blanket holding the sun.
The warmth wrapped around her hair slowly descended—
Ding—☆
As ankle boots touched the ground with a crisp sound, a softly luminous sky-blue fringe tickled her legs.
She felt as though she had wings.
Iji spun around immediately and ran, shouting.
“I’m going to the Tea Party Venue!”
[What? Are you giving up?]
“No. I’m going to find another way!”
[Wait, hold on! I’m coming with you!]
Whether from the Transformation’s effects or not, she could run far faster than usual.
She arrived in no time at the mess…… or rather, the Tea Party Venue.
Iji approached them and struck up a conversation.
“Excuse me. Are you having a tea party…… Cough! Right now?”
A foul stench wafted through the air. It was the Black Rotten Dragon’s breath.
March Hare tied the dragon’s snout with his own ears and cried out.
“Does this look like a tea party to you? An awkward guest can’t even have a single cup of tea!”
“…….”
“All he does is growl in front of the tea. If he doesn’t know how to drink, let him swim in the teacup!”
The Hatter, clutching a heap of hats, nodded vigorously.
“That’s right. Our awkward guest’s neck is so long we can’t fit any more hats on him. The topmost hat will have to live without a hat—what do we do!”
Even as the two spoke nonsense, the residents’ expressions remained grave.
Before this strange scene, Iji finally understood the words she’d seen at the dungeon entrance.
Protect the Tea Party from the Black Rotten Dragon’s attack
‘It really was an attack.’
This was a world of nonsense and wordplay. Of course the Tea Party should have that kind of atmosphere.
But once a sincere dragon had joined in, the Tea Party had become something that didn’t belong in Wonderland.
Iji called out.
“I’ll solve the problem of the awkward guest.”
“What?”
“Please step back for a moment.”
Two residents’ eyes widened. Even the Dormouse woke from sleep and chimed in.
“A little girl? It’s dangerous!”
“You’ll be swallowed in one bite!”
‘The residents can talk sense when they need to.’
She felt uneasy for no reason.
But it would be all right.
‘Grimoire said I’d be safe.’
Grimoire, who had followed her, was watching over her.
She could do this.
[Magic Girl Wants to Share Stories! (B+)]
“Black Dragon.”
She deliberately left out the word “Rotten.”
‘I don’t want to call anyone by such a thing as “decay.”‘
“Hello? I’m Iji. I’m a magic girl.”
March Hare belatedly untied the knot around the dragon’s snout with his ears and bolted. The anxious Dormouse clicked his teeth together nervously.
Soon the Black Rotten Dragon’s black eyes turned toward Iji…….
“……You…… what are you.”
A response came back.
‘I knew he could talk!’
When someone finds themselves being beaten by a rabbit, they naturally desire peaceful communication.
But the moment she rejoiced that he could speak, another problem surfaced.
‘The breath……!’
A foul stench poured from the dragon’s mouth.
It was a different world from what she’d smelled from a distance.
But she couldn’t let it show!
‘The dragon would be hurt!’
Iji quickly reached out and grabbed any teacup nearby. The aroma of black tea dulled the stench a little.
“I am a guest of this Tea Party!”
“We never invited…… ”
Just as March Hare butted in without reading the room, Iji spun in place.
“Look at this. Isn’t my outfit perfect for a tea party?”
The frills swayed gracefully like tropical fish fins. March Hare’s jaw dropped at the sight.
The Black Dragon seemed satisfied too.
“……So, yes.”
“Exactly. I’d like to greet the Black Dragon who came before me. Where are you from?”
“I was…… in the Land of Many Stones, it seems.”
The conversation continued.
Good.
‘No need to fight.’
The dungeon clear condition wasn’t “defeat the dragon”—it was to protect the Tea Party.
So what Iji was aiming for now was—
‘Operation: Get the Dragon and the Tea Party Along!’
“Wow, that sounds amazing! Tell me more. You must be thirsty—let me pour you some tea!”
March Hare suddenly shouted.
“We never invited you!”
There was no need to mind him. Even Alice in ‘Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland’ attended the tea party while hearing such reproaches.
But it was the dragon himself who shook his head.
“I don’t want any.”
“I beg your pardon?”
“I don’t want to eat anything…… I hate it now!”
A foul stench burst forth, harsh and violent as if he were coughing blood.
The Dormouse fainted.
March Hare and the Hatter threw tantrums.
“Let’s tie that snout back up!”
“I’ll put a hat on every one of those teeth!”
The two rolled up their sleeves as if to see this through to the end, taking position before the cavernously wide-open mouth.
Then.
Iji, in the stench somewhat blocked by the rabbit and the hatter, perceived something.
“……Mr. Hare, please keep the dragon’s mouth open!”
“Huh? Wait, little girl! That’s my spoon!”
“I’ll return it in ten seconds!”
Spoon in hand, Iji raced down the long table.
Running boldly across the dining table was truly exhilarating.
Even if at its end waited a snout as large as a door.
The dragon’s eyes widened.
“You, wh……!”
“Open wide!”
The dragon tried to close his mouth, but it was too late. Now he had to keep it open just to avoid biting her.
Sliding deep along his tongue.
Iji flipped the spoon deep in his throat.
One second later.
“……Gag!”
The dragon’s throat convulsed.
The retching grew stronger and stronger.
“Gag! Gag! Gag!”
The two residents grabbed Iji’s ankles and pulled. She slipped out smoothly thanks to the saliva.
“The stench!”
While the Dormouse poured black tea over Iji’s head to remove the smell,
the dragon couldn’t help but retch.
“U, ugh, cough-hack!”
With a thunderous sound of coughing and vomiting mixed together,
something flew from the dragon’s mouth and splashed into a soup bowl.
It was a blue stone chunk covered in bumps.
The pus that had gathered on each bump explained the source of the stench.
Iji placed another bowl over the stone to block the smell, then asked the Black Rotten Dragon.
“Are you all right?”
The dragon, barely composing his ragged breathing, asked back.
“……What did you just make me eat?”
“Black tea leaves.”
“You meant to make me vomit. How did you know what was inside me?”
“It was…… the smell was strange. It was the smell that comes from people who swallowed something they shouldn’t have eaten and hurt themselves.”
She had learned it from her sister long ago.
The day she accidentally swallowed a fish bone, she’d tried to dislodge it by swallowing rice, as she’d heard, and gotten scolded terribly.
‘You can’t leave something you can’t digest inside you. Terrible things will happen!’
That day, she learned that people came to the hospital having swallowed all sorts of things.
And what happened if you couldn’t get them out.
“From your mouth, I smelled blood and decay. It was different from the stench of children who don’t clean their teeth.”
“…….”
“And…… ”
Iji allowed herself a somewhat cruel thought.
“Someone forced you to eat this stone?”
“……!”
“You said earlier, in front of the black tea, ‘I don’t want to eat anything, I hate it now.’ I wondered if someone had forced something on you before.”
“……You saw correctly.”
The dragon gritted his teeth.
“Someone made me eat a Magic Stone. It grew, feeding and exploiting my body like a garden.”
“You mean it grew……”
Iji pointed at the dragon with slightly trembling hands.
Even now, the blue bumps that dotted his body were slowly fading to pale.
The dragon shook himself. The bumps fell away lifelessly, clattering to the ground.
“That’s right. A Magic Stone that fed on my blood and grew. Now it’s not even worth a pebble!”
The dragon, now breathing easily and completing his sentence, laughed heartily.
“Ha-ha-ha! Yes, my body is so light! Now I can leap home in a single bound.”
“Your home?”
“I left off speaking about it. A land of many stones, high mountains, and deep valleys. As beautiful as teeth, they say.”
“…….”
Iji couldn’t bring herself to speak.
‘You can’t go home.’
A broken dungeon wouldn’t remain intact.
The fluttering wings slowly became transparent. The Black Rotten Dragon was fading.
……No.
[Black Dragon]
A fully-grown dragon wrapped in black scales.
Because of the scales, attacks of C+ rank and below don’t take effect.
In his final moment, he could stop being a dragon that was “rotting away.”
Emergency Dungeon Quest Cleared!
Quest Reward Obtained
: Trait Ability Enhanced 10%
Compared to the previous dungeon, it was an incredible reward message that appeared.
This was what Iji had hoped for.
But Iji had something more pressing right now.
“Excuse me, Dragon!”
“Ah, I haven’t repaid you for your help. Is there anything you want?”

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