Reverse Dungeon

“What are you doing?!”

Louise, who had been watching the sparring match, suddenly screamed.

“I’m looking for the broken part so I can heal it. But wherever I touch Lord Ian, he reacts...”

“Of course he reacts when you touch him like that! He’s fragile! Just heal him!”

Ian’s HP had bottomed out, and blood was streaming from his nose.

Pressing on his broken arm counted as continuous damage. As Ian struggled to escape, his HP dropped even faster. His HP bar had not been large to begin with, so it was draining at an alarming rate.

When Ian groaned and started bleeding, Keith panicked and pulled his hands away.

Then he poured every bit of healing power he could muster into Ian.

Ian’s arm healed, and the blood stopped flowing from his nose.

Ian, who had been crying his eyes out, moved his arm. It worked perfectly now.

“Keith.”

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Keith lowered his head at Ian’s gesture.

BAM!

“......”

“......”

Keith simply took the hit with his eyes closed.

Somehow, he had known this would happen.

But what mattered more to him was something else entirely.

Lord Ian’s hand must hurt more...

And that was exactly the case.

Ian was clutching the hand he had used to hit Keith, trembling faintly.

“Lord Ian.”

“Shut up...”

“I’m sorry.”

“I said shut up...”

“I didn’t know you were this weak.”

“Are you incapable of shutting up?”

“I faced you with one-twentieth of the strength I used against my squire.”

Ian was disturbed.

If Keith had said one-tenth, Ian would have lost his mind and demanded, Why did you hit me so hard?

But one-twentieth sounded oddly realistic. Almost trivial.

“I suppose I should not have done that. I will remember that you are as delicate as a feather.”

Keith deeply regretted it.

Ian decided not to hit him anymore. He didn’t want to get hurt again.

“......”

“Lord Ian! Where are you hurt? What happened this time?”

The drunken priest came running over late.

“Has he been hurt like this before?”

Keith was surprised.

“Yes! Don’t think of Lord Ian as a sturdy knight like you!”

Louise was furious.

He had been sitting on the priest’s shoulder while the man healed Ian, but now he leapt down at Keith.

The dragon sprang into the air and tried to bite Keith, but Keith refused to let himself be bitten.

And so, Ian’s knight-training project ended before it had even begun.

People whispered among themselves and returned to their places.

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[People are seriously worried about your health.]

Ding!

[People think you are frail.]

Is this reputation actually weakening my bones?

Ian was now genuinely curious about the debuff attached to his “frailty” reputation.

Keith had several reasons for offering Ian sword lessons.

One was that swordsmanship was the skill he was most confident in.

The other was that Ian’s health did not look good.

Keith had seen Ian twice.

The first time, he had tried to choke him.

The second time, he had seen Ian with his throat torn open by a demon.

His neck was so slender.

Keith looked down at his own hands.

Ian’s skin had been soft and thin. His pulse had been weak.

It was not the body of a healthy adult man.

It was like the body of someone who spent every day drowning in pleasure, drinking and dancing.

Of course, Ian could not possibly be such a person, which meant he must have been born weak.

And what about when the demon had torn his throat open?

He had looked so fragile, so delicate, that Keith’s heart had dropped.

Keith had truly thought Ian would die then.

If he had known that was Ian’s strategy, he would never have agreed to it.

When Ian’s neck snapped and his body went limp, Keith realized that this was the opportunity Ian had created for him.

The knight’s body had moved on its own, but his mind had frozen.

His gaze had remained ✪ Nоvеlіgһt ✪ (Official version) fixed on Ian.

That image was so vivid that Keith had decided Ian needed training before anything else.

A healthy mind resided in a healthy body.

One who served God had to keep the body pure, but also strengthen it through training.

Even priests performed some training for self-defense.

Who would have thought his arm would break from that...

Keith was worried sick.

He had never expected God’s apostle to be this weak, and he did not know what to do.

He needed to protect him.

But his subordinates did not seem to have any intention of doing so.

Otherwise, they would never have let him rush into danger.

Even when they had come to rescue Keith, had they not sent Ian into the danger zone first?

Keith went to the dining hall to meet Ian’s subordinates.

It was mealtime, so everyone was gathered there.

After receiving his food, Keith headed toward the werewolf.

It was the only table with an empty seat.

By Keith’s standards, humanoid species were close to mamools.

However, Ian had said that this one was a “half-human, half-werewolf” and his subordinate.

“You absolutely must not harm him. You swore.”

Before meeting Ian’s subordinates, Keith did not forget Ian’s warning.

Keith was not one to break an oath.

He tried to think of the other man as something other than a mamool.

“Momisia, you need to eat vegetables.”

“I don’t want to. I’ve eaten so many already.”

“But if you only eat mamool meat, you’ll be in trouble. You won’t grow properly.”

“It’s fine. I can enchant a skill to make my legs longer.”

“You can’t enchant your body with skills.”

“You can’t do anything!”

The girl called Momisia twisted her body, trying to escape.

The werewolf caught her and sat her back down in her chair.

Hmm. Not that difficult.

Keith was surprised at himself.

It seemed he was ready to follow God’s apostle at any moment.

Even if the apostle said, “He is just an ordinary person,” Keith immediately saw him that way.

Keith was grateful for his faith, and he also felt gratitude toward the One watching from above.

With his heart full of grace, he opened his mouth.

“Would it be all right if I ate here?”

“Sure. Eat wherever you like.”

The werewolf answered.

Keith nodded in thanks and sat beside him.

Momisia looked at Keith warily, her cheeks faintly flushed.

Then she tilted her head and glanced at him again.

It was not uncommon for children to like him.

Keith smiled at her.

Momisia made a stern face and pulled her head back, but she did not take her eyes off him.

To the child, the knight dressed entirely in white looked like someone out of a fairy tale.

The fairy-tale knight asked, “Has Lord Ian always been this weak?”

“He’s surprisingly weak. If you touch him, he bleeds. You have to be careful.”

Contacca answered while feeding Momisia.

Momisia nodded as she ate.

Sometimes, Lord Ian seemed even weaker than her.

Contacca had also said they needed to take good care of Lord Ian.

The knight fell silent with a grave expression.

“What are you thinking about?”

Contacca asked gently.

The knight looked up with a sacred expression and said, “I was wondering whether it is all right for someone like him to be out working. I don’t know how to protect him. Wouldn’t it be better to lock him in his bedroom?”

“......?”

“......?”

Momisia had no idea what he was talking about.

Contacca understood, then fell silent before answering.

“You cannot imprison the Master.”

He was confused as to what kind of conversation this had become.

The sacred knight said, “Would it not be fine if we received permission?”

“......?”

“Would that work?”

Momisia asked.

She did not think Ian would agree to imprison himself.

Her own experience with confinement had been unpleasant.

But when she thought about meeting Contacca there, it did not seem entirely bad...

Contacca decided this conversation was not good for Momisia’s education.

“No. He will not give permission. And even if he did, imprisoning someone does not seem like a good idea.”

“Yeah. I won’t agree. What are you talking about?”

Ian entered the dining hall and saw someone sitting in his seat.

After overhearing that nonsense, he was dumbfounded.

Is he seriously crazy?

Cold sweat broke out over Ian’s body.

Was it really all right to let Keith keep thinking of him as “God’s apostle”?

Louise, who had finished his meal, was indignant.

“Yes. Lord Ian has nightmares unless he sleeps in a soft feather bed. Remember that!”

“Why are you giving him confinement tips?”

Ian pulled Louise off the chair.

Meanwhile, he registered Keith in the dungeon.

Ding!

[5-star hero ‘Keith’ joins the dungeon.]

[The dungeon level increases.]

[Dungeon LV.12 → LV.17]

Ian felt a deep thrill rise from within.

He smiled broadly.

Level 20 is within reach.

Once he reached that level, he could build new facilities in the dungeon!

Of course, that was that, and this was this.

He had no desire to wake up one day in some unknown place.

“Keith. Swear that you won’t confine me.”

“Lord Ian. An oath is a voluntary act. It is not something done because another person orders it.”

Keith answered with a devout expression.

“Then do it voluntarily.”

“I will think deeply on it.”

“......”

Why does this guy never give a straight answer?

Ian felt an ominous chill.

And Contacca thought that Ian seemed to have a hobby of collecting only strange people.