These Demons Do it for Free

Chapter 34

Was something wrong?

Mea’s sudden action of checking her exploration log abruptly stopped without further continuation.

'If this was the first time she slept soundly after offering her dreams as a price, she must be deeply moved.'

I gave Mea some time to collect her thoughts, waiting patiently.

If Mea’s assumption was correct, we should be reaching the ruins today. We had to be prepared for battle, which meant being in peak condition.

And in terms of sheer combat power, Mea was definitely the stronger of the two of us.

Still, it was strange that the ruins were only a five-day journey from the Main Base. Even though this was based on the standards of explorers who used body reinforcement, it still felt oddly close.

But there were a few explanations for that.

First, the Main Base itself moved in response to shifts in the gate’s transfer point.

Second, the areas near the Main Base were often neglected, as no one expected anything significant to be close by.

And finally, the entire first layer of the Abyss was terraced. The terrain consisted of cliffs and steep slopes that created a step-like landscape, as if a massive earthquake had fractured the land into layers.

When I mentioned that we were "descending" during our earlier conversation with Mea, it wasn’t just a figure of speech.

Exploration in the first layer of the Abyss was both horizontal and vertical.

While traveling far distances was difficult, descending wasn’t nearly as time-consuming—though it was certainly dangerous.

'I really should learn some flying magic.'

Oddly enough, there weren’t many places that taught flight magic. It was considered a general spell, but few people ever bothered to learn it.

It wasn’t very useful beyond the second layer, and it consumed too much mana.

Still, I was determined to learn it. If you become a mage, you should at least be able to fly.

As my thoughts drifted in that direction, Mea had already collected herself and was standing right in front of me.

"How did you do it?"

Mea moved so close that it felt like she was about to shove me. Her eyes, which were staring up at me due to our height difference, swirled with a mix of emotions that were hard to describe.

Confusion, joy, shock, hope, doubt, and anxiety—her eyes were a whirlpool of emotions.

Her usual expressionless face had crumbled, and she looked at me with such desperation that I decided to play dumb.

"What do you mean?"

"You know...!"

"Are you talking about your price?"

"Yes! It wasn’t there! I didn’t have a nightmare... and not just that. The other prices too... Who are you? How did you do it? Even Hecate couldn’t manage something like this..."

"I don’t know."

I wasn’t trying to dodge the question.

Before Mea could say anything more, I quickly added.

"I just asked for help."

"Asked...?"

"Yes. You seemed to be struggling with the nightmares, so I asked for some help. That’s all."

Mea’s reaction wasn’t one of relief or satisfaction from getting an answer. Nor was it anger or gratitude for what I’d done out of concern.

She was simply stunned.

Though her expression had returned to her usual blank look, the meaning behind it was entirely different.

Before, her expressionless face came from indifference to the world around her. Now, it was the result of not knowing what kind of expression she should make.

"You... asked? A demon?"@@@@

"Yes. They’re very good demons, so that’s all it took."

Mea’s face stiffened, and she fell silent again.

But it was time for us to move.

After several days without sleep, Mea had just spent half a day resting.

She seemed to have fully recovered, so it was time to start moving. If we stayed here any longer, we’d have to travel through the night, which I wanted to avoid.

"Mea, how about we check things out now? The ruins are close, and it shouldn’t cost much in terms of price."

The reason Fiona had so naturally asked us to check on Theresea was obvious.

It was because we were demon warlocks.

Demon warlocks were shunned by the mage society, often excluded from many activities. But we had one last trump card.

"...Alright."

And that trump card was the ability to find people.

There are no spells that specifically find people or objects. There are some that track marked items, but that’s about it.

But demon magic is different.

In demon magic, finding people or things is one of the basic spells. Locating something or someone is a standard skill for demons.

It’s actually one of the most common abilities demons possess.

In fact, the demon warlock who tracked and found Ray used that exact ability.

When it comes to locating something, demon magic is second to none.

Of course, if the target is far away or magically concealed, the price escalates exponentially. But conversely, if the price is sufficient, anyone can be found.

Priscilla, who was now little more than dead weight, was essentially a burden.

Theresea could barely manage on her own, but with Priscilla in this state, escape seemed impossible.

'We just need to hold out until nightfall.'

But if they were discovered... could they survive?

Theresea shook her head.

It was impossible.

She might be able to escape alone, but there was no way she could save Priscilla too.

Reality, however, was cruel.

Theresea heard something approaching.

"Ha, so this is the Abyss, huh."

Theresea stood up.

She positioned herself between Priscilla and the approaching noise, her senses on high alert.

‘From above...?’

Were they planning to drop down from above and attack?

What a meticulous and unpleasant enemy.

Theresea gathered what little strength she had left. Her body, which wasn’t reinforced with mana, felt pathetically weak.

But she had no choice. She had to fight.

She couldn’t die here.

And then, as part of the ceiling crumbled away, the figure that emerged made Theresea rub her eyes in disbelief.

Standing there was someone she hadn’t expected to see at all.

"Roman...?"

His black hair and foreign features were unmistakable.

Though Theresea wasn’t someone who paid much attention to others, Roman’s appearance had been burned into her memory after their time together during the temporary license test. He had left a lasting impression, especially after solving the seemingly insurmountable challenges they faced.

Roman stood there as if he had known all along that she would be here, and he spoke nonchalantly.

"Looks like you’re in one piece."

"Why are you here...? Oh!"

Fiona must have sent him.

Roman had the ability to teleport.

Not only that, but it was his own unique ability that required no external power source.

In terms of rescue and escape, Roman was probably the best person for the job.

Fiona must have sensed Theresea’s danger and immediately dispatched Roman for support.

It had to be Fiona.

Who else could have known about her plight and sent someone with Roman’s skills to help?

Theresea understood Roman’s arrival as a result of Fiona’s intervention and nodded.

"Fiona sent you."

The most logical explanation, of course, but Theresea felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude welling up inside her.

Their relationship had been forged simply by surviving the training together, and it was largely thanks to Roman’s sacrifices.

Yet, despite that, Roman had come to find her again, knowing full well that he might have to risk his life once more.

The words comradeship and friendship—things Theresea had never quite understood—now seemed more real to her. After all, she was someone who didn’t feel a strong connection to even the people of her own faction.

Only one person, Fiona, had ever shared anything close to a bond with her.

Even when Roman had helped her out of the underground floor during the test, she had felt gratitude, but never considered it comradeship.

But this time, things were different.

This wasn’t the training grounds anymore.

Roman didn’t have to come.

Yet here he was, moving to help her again. Maybe he really did see their bond as something special.

"Fiona did ask me to help, but... No, never mind. I’ll come down."

Roman’s words snapped Theresea out of her reverie, and she suddenly shouted, her face filled with panic.

"No! Don’t come down here! Stay—"

But it was too late.

Thud.

"Huh? What’s wrong?"

Theresea stared blankly at Roman, who had landed on the ground, completely unharmed.

Then, she muttered quietly.

"This place... it drains mana."

As soon as she revealed the secret of the ruins, Theresea became aware of Roman’s companion.

"Roman, I told you not to rush ahead."

Unfortunately, that safety line had just fallen to the ground as well.