Palma Missa Underground Ruins.
These underground ruins, said to have been built over a thousand years ago, had lost all traces of their origins and purpose.
No one in the modern era knew when they were constructed or what they were originally made for.
What was certain was that countless treasures and historical artifacts lay hidden within this vast underground space, protected by hordes of monsters.
And that many adventurers continued to dive into it day and night in search of wealth and fame.
A single set of footsteps echoed through the underground ruins.
“This place really hasn’t changed at all.”
The busty witch Selma muttered to herself and slightly furrowed her elegant brows.
Even though this place held many treasures and lost knowledge, none of it brought her any comfort.
After all, she was still only at the very beginning of the first layer.
In front of her stretched passages and small rooms formed by densely growing trees that didn’t seem like they belonged underground.
Behind this unnaturally lush scenery lurked the stench of decay and death.
It was not a place she wanted to stay in for long.
“I really… can’t stand this place.”
After blasting away a group of kobolds that had jumped out from around the corner with magic, Selma let out a deep sigh.
She had dived into these ruins many times in the past.
Together with a few companions who shared her goal of seeking the lost magic said to sleep within the underground ruins, she had challenged it day after day.
As a result, she had achieved her objective and was now able to live comfortably.
However, there had been many painful experiences back then.
If possible, she would rather not come here unless she had a reason to.
“I think I reached the fifth layer back then.”
The death of a companion she had trusted, being driven into a corner by hordes of monsters, nearly dying to traps — all of those were bitter, painful memories.
The underground ruins were far harsher than ordinary people imagined.
Countless people had died here after having their dreams crushed.
Wrinkling her nose at the smell of blood from the kobolds she had slaughtered, Selma continued deeper into the labyrinth alone.
“Phew… Finally, the first underground floor is done.”
After walking for several hours through the familiar maze of trees and branches, Selma found a small staircase leading downward and let out a small sigh.
“There’s still a long way to go…”
The underground labyrinth was structured in multiple layers stacked on top of each other.
The first layer was a lush, natural area filled with trees.
The second layer resembled an ancient townscape.
Her destination, the third layer, was located even deeper — a gloomy area reminiscent of a graveyard, roughly thirty floors down.
Even if she estimated conservatively, rescuing the missing adventurers and guild staff from there would take at least a week.
“If only I could use a portal like I did on the way here, this would be so much easier.”
Even while understanding that it was impossible, Selma muttered in irritation.
However, if she placed such a thing in a dangerous place like this, it would immediately be noticed and destroyed by monsters.
Inevitably, she had no choice but to keep walking downward on foot.
That fact only made the witch’s mood even gloomier.
“I understand that lives are at stake, but… I really don’t feel like doing this.”
Above all, the biggest reason she didn’t want to be here was because her beloved master, Shota, wasn’t by her side.
She understood why she had to come to this place and recognized its importance.
Leaving her master was her own choice for the sake of her goal.
But that was that, and this was this.
The loneliness of not having her master beside her was something she couldn’t do anything about.
“Haaah… I miss Master…”
No matter how much she complained, Shota wasn’t here.
She wanted to serve him, milk his cock with her pussy, and have him pour large amounts of seed deep into her womb.
However, that wish would never be granted right now.
For Selma, who prided herself on being his loyal onahole wife, that fact pained her the most.
“I wonder what Master is doing right now…”
By now, he was probably being looked after by the guild staff member Fiana, whom she had entrusted him to.
Fiana wouldn’t do anything to harm Shota, but the real question was whether things were progressing the way Selma wanted.
“Maybe I should check on how things are going… “Phantom, show me what I desire””
Along with a quiet incantation, a hazy scene appeared before Selma like a mirage.
The bracelet she had given to Shota had several abilities she hadn’t told him about.
One of them was the power to project the wearer’s surroundings.
“Oh my… It seems to be going according to plan.”
The scene being shown was exactly what she had hoped for.
In a dark room that looked like a bedroom, two people were pressing their bodies close together.
One was, of course, the young boy Shota, and the other was the guild staff member Fiana.
“No… It’s even better than I expected.”
In the image, Fiana was currently reaching for Shota’s cock, about to service him.
Seeing the lust clearly visible on Fiana’s face, Selma quietly curled her lips upward, satisfied that things were unfolding exactly as she had planned.
“Fufufu… Do your best, Master.”
She was certain that her master would use his proud massive cock to make that female’s pussy surrender as well.
And just like herself, that widow would eventually fall and become another loyal onahole wife who swore her love to his cock.
Watching Shota receive an earnest handjob from the beautiful long-haired female, Selma’s beautiful face wore a seductive smile.
However, that smile suddenly disappeared.
Just before a bend in the long wooden passage, the witch suddenly stopped and turned her gaze behind her.
“——Since when did you notice us?”
“Ever since before we entered the underground ruins.”
The two adventurers who appeared from around the corner were the same thugs who had tried to pick a fight with her and Shota back in the streets of Palma Missa.
“I believe I told you not to show your faces to me ever again?”
“After being humiliated like that in the middle of the street, did you really think we’d just slink away quietly?”
Many adventurers were the type who had risen through the ranks using only their own strength, and as a result, they tended to have particularly strong pride.
These men were probably the same.
Staring at the red-faced, sword-wielding thugs, Selma lowered her eyes sadly.
“It seems Master’s mercy didn’t reach your hearts after all.”
Without raising her voice, Selma kept her eyes on the men while pointing her staff in the opposite direction — toward the bend she had been about to turn.
“”Wind, hasten forth””
A gust of wind blew fiercely, instantly bisecting the man who had been about to ambush her from around the corner.
The adventurer, now separated from his lower half, stared blankly at what had happened to his body before dying in a pool of his own blood.
The remaining thugs stared in shock at the scene, their cheeks twitching.
“W-Why…?”
“If you were leaking that much killing intent, of course I’d notice.”
Although Selma was usually just an onahole wife who devoted herself to Shota’s cock, her skills as an adventurer were not to be underestimated.
Reaching the fifth layer of these underground ruins — a place where reaching the second layer was considered competent and the third layer was considered veteran status — was proof of her ability, even if she hadn’t done it alone.
In other words, these thugs had completely misjudged their opponent’s strength and picked a fight with someone they should never have touched.
“If you had quietly gone to another city after receiving Master’s mercy, things wouldn’t have turned out like this.”
Turning to face the remaining two men, Selma readjusted her grip on her staff.
Her expression had completely changed from before.
Her lips were twisted into a crooked smile, and her crimson eyes shone brightly as she looked at her prey.
“P-Please spare us…”
“There won’t be a second time.”
At the men’s pleas, Selma smiled broadly.
Faced with her beautiful yet terrifying expression, the men understood their fate.
And so, three adventurers disappeared from the city.
Later, when other adventurers discovered their bodies, they were treated as having died during exploration — a common occurrence in Palma Missa, which housed underground ruins.
No one paid it any particular attention.
Selma also quickly erased the men from her mind and continued descending the floors without much emotion.