Chapter 114
In our current party, Bellman and Ricks are considered the de facto leaders. However, Ricks is in a dazed state, preoccupied with maintaining his conjuration magic. Bellman is in a similar situation. If his concentration falters, the barrier will collapse, and we’ll be torn apart by the overwhelming number of undead swarming us like a landslide. There’s no time to devise a strategy.
Given the situation, the leadership must be passed to someone else.
“Riamon is the most suitable to take the lead. If Ricks can conjure a greatsword for him, that should suffice,” suggested Erucel, who was the most vocal about his opinion.
“Think about it. If he swings a greatsword in the middle of the hallway, the enemies won’t even be able to approach us. We’ll be safe,” Erucel continued.
Riamon stared at Erucel as if he were an idiot. “You really expect me to keep swinging a greatsword? Do you really think I have the stamina for that?”
Erucel is, in fact, stupid. He’s just wasting our precious time with his nonsense.
Unable to watch any longer, Bellman spoke up. “The barrier will only last about 10 more minutes. In that short time, you all need to grab equipment from the armory at the end of the right hallway and return. Some of you also need to block the right staircase.” Even while speaking, Bellman kept glancing at the barrier and the magic circle, clearly struggling to maintain his focus.
Trying to maintain magic without even a staff while strategizing is clearly overwhelming him.
“Uh, where was I? Oh right, gather as many weapons as you can. The people in the main hall don’t have any means to defend themselves. They’re holding on with temporary measures, but it’s only a matter of time before that fails.”