Let’s Play Minecraft in a World of Swords and Spells
Volume 5 Chapter 50: Happy Ending

(Walson)

At the treetop, a bird with distinctive red feathers called the Chesatratlat sang a few times, turned its head, and plucked a fruit from the branches, swallowing it whole.

Some sharp bird calls woke me up, and as I opened my eyes, a wooden ceiling appeared in my field of view.

I sat up, feeling the softness of the bed beneath my hands, and let out a yawn...

...Wait a minute, how did I end up here?

I remember being in a labyrinth, and then a black flame hand reached for me, space shattered, the portal disappeared, I fell, and then... What happened next?

How is everyone doing now?

Grace, Melon, Risa, Barella... Barella... she, she...

Suddenly, I felt a rush of panic, prompting me to jump out of bed, almost slamming into the door in my haste.

I started frantically opening each door in the hallway, breaking into the locked ones, turning the corridor into chaos.

"Whoa, who is it!?"

"B– Big brother Walson! I’m changing my clothes!"

"Hey, hey, hey???"

"What's going on!?"

"Ua–! Oh, it’s you Walson, you scared the hell out of me!"

Barella, where are you? Where are you? Where are you?

If you're not here, if you're not here, I...

I just continued destroying all the doors in the hallway, frightening everyone in the corridor, but I seemed to ignore them as I rushed straight to the end.

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"Miss Barella... How are you feeling?"

"...Barella, do you want some soup?"

In the room, Grace and Melon stood by the bed, looking at Aurevia, who had just awakened and was sitting on the bed.

"It's okay, it made you worry. I just can't remember anything after jumping into the teleportation gate... Well, as long as Walson is fine, right?" Aurevia rubbed her forehead.

At that time, Walson didn't make it out of the teleportation gate in time. Without thinking, she jumped in to save him, and she couldn't remember anything that happened afterward.

According to Melon, they were found somewhere in the first layer of the labyrinth. By the time they were found, they had lost consciousness, with only minor injuries.

Hmm... completely unable to remember why she was there.

"...If I hadn't passed out at that time..." Grace sighed a bit sadly, sniffing, and sat down next to Aurevia.

"It's okay, I know we all did our best." I comforted Grace by patting her hand, then noticed a ring on her left ring finger that I hadn't seen before.

Did Walson give it to her? That's nice. Unlike me...

...I feel like something had happened with Walson in the labyrinth, but I just can't remember.

Oh well, as long as everyone is okay.

Just then, a banging sound echoed outside the door, accompanied by many people's exclamations. The next moment, the door was suddenly pushed open!

"Barella– Oh!" A boy with brown hair stumbled and fell to the ground.

Huh? Walson? When did he wake up?

He struggled to get up, surveyed the surroundings, and finally, his gaze fixed on me... and then tears started streaming down.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!? Why are you crying? Everyone is okay, right?

"Barella, ahhhhhhh!!!" The next thing I knew, I was already lying on the bed.

Huh? Huh?

Was I tackled by Walson?

The pressure on my chest and the constriction on my shoulders confirmed the fact—Walson had tackled me onto the bed, hugging me tightly.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, happiness came too suddenly, and I wasn't ready...

"You're safe, really, it's so good..." Walson couldn't articulate, tears mixed with snot as he buried his face in Aurevia's chest, making it difficult to understand what he was saying.

Aurevia's face, along with her ears, turned red. She stiffened, feeling a bit overwhelmed.

...

After a while, when the people from the corridor had gathered in front of the room, Grace, who had been standing aside, finally snapped out of it. She lifted her staff with a cold look.

Walson, who had his face buried in Aurevia's soft chest, felt all his hairs stand on end...

"What the heck are you doing!?!?!" Aurevia remembered she was supposed to scream according to the script.

Clang! Grace swung her staff.

...

...

...

At the treetop, a bird with distinctive red feathers called the Chesatratlat sang a few times, turned its head, and plucked a fruit from the branches, swallowing it whole.

Some sharp bird calls woke me up, and as I opened my eyes, a wooden ceiling appeared in my field of view.

I sat up, feeling the softness of the bed beneath my hands, and let out a yawn.

...

Wait a minute, did I already say the opening above? Ugh— feels like I've forgotten a lot...

Organizing my thoughts, oh, well... that's about it.

Although I don't remember what I did in the labyrinth, my brain has inexplicably gained a lot of information.

Events far more severe than before, Herobrine... I never expected that entity to actually exist.

The urban legend of Minecraft, the white-eyed player "Herobrine," also known as HIM by some. What exactly he is, no one can give a definite answer. But the information in my mind— Why did he possess Boze Vlam?

...Does he want to collect the power of the Elemental Guardians, and the chaos in the labyrinth is to gather souls of fear, and then use it for some kind of ritual?

Strange... how do I know all this stuff!? And why is the Elemental Guardian of Flame named Boze Vlam?

...Maybe it's related to me losing some memories, but let's not worry about that for now.

Though suspicious, the credibility of the information I've read is quite high.

Finally... Herobrine is after me, that's what the information in my mind clearly tells me.

...What to do, things are getting worse.

If it's really Herobrine... then it becomes more complicated. I have no idea what he is, can't think of any countermeasures.

Coming from Minecraft, he's not the kind of monster you find in encyclopedias, but a complete legend. Even I've only seen some fan art of himself on the internet.

However, using the clue of white eyes, Lori Aivett once told me to be careful of white eyes. Could it be that she really knows something!?

...Well, no use racking my brains; I can't figure anything out. How are the other companions doing?

Grace, Melon, Risa, Barella... Barella... she— She—

Barella— Barella!!!

I practically jumped up and slammed out of the room.

"Damn it! Not again!"

"Walson, you scared the hell out of me again!!!"

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At the treetop, a bird with distinctive red feathers called the Chesatratlat sang a few times, turned its head, and plucked a fruit from the branches, swallowing it whole.

Some sharp bird calls woke me up, and as I opened my eyes, a wooden ceiling appeared in my field of view.

I sat up, feeling the softness of the bed beneath my hands, and let out a yawn...