Sirone�s eyes lit up as if he had landed in an unfamiliar world.

It was an octagonal room with stone walls.�On the other side of the entrance, you can see an iron gate, and three men are guarding it.

In the center was an octagonal altar, identical to the shape of the room, laid flat, with spheres about thirty centimeters in diameter floating above the eight corners.

Sirone recalled the memory.�It was a sphere that I had definitely seen before.

�Oh, what about that?�

The archer looked back at Sirone as if wondering.�I didn�t even know what it was until I came here, and the odds of something familiar were extremely slim.

�what�s the matter?�Do you know what that is?�

�That�s definitely a labyrinth����.�

The leader licked his lips.

�Hey, what are you pretending to know?�Why did you even think of the double bell hanging from your lower leg?�

The leader didn�t like Sirone from the bar.�She didn�t even have the courage to fight, but she hated people who would force their necks in front of women.�Because he had no woman to support his neck.

�maze?�Did you just say maze?�

A native guarding the entrance asked.�Even Sirone, who did not know the language, could understand the word Miro.

The archer, who was curious about the situation, added an interpreter as if patronizing.

�You ask if you know the maze?�

�yes.�I have met you once.�

When the archer said yes, the native�s eyes twisted.�As the tattoo bent, it was like seeing a goblin from a legend.

�You met?�There can be no such thing.�That is a lie.�

�no.�I met you for real.�

The native is deep in thought.�However, as if he came to a simple conclusion, he quickly returned to a relaxed expression.

�I don�t judge anything.�Only the eyes of an angel will watch over you.�

After leaving behind incomprehensible words and closing the iron door, Sirone put aside her regret and turned around.�I thought it was a start anyway.

As the mercenaries walked to the center, a native came from the other side of the iron gate.

Apparently, two of the three natives were gatekeepers, and only the man approaching seemed to have a different role.

You could tell just by looking at the color of the tattoo.�While normal Kergoins have red tattoos, this man�s tattoos were white.

�This is a room of achievement and sacrifice.�The eight eyes of an angel will judge you.�To enter Kergo, you must pass through the time-space of the labyrinth.�

Upon hearing the word maze, Sirone hurriedly turned her head.�But the archer kept his mouth shut, as if he had no intention of interpreting any more.

�maze?�You just said it was a maze, right?�What is that person saying?�

�Hey, don�t get me wrong.�I�m not your interpreter, so why do I have to teach you?�

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