"O noble Poseidon who rules the seas!"
"Please protect and help escape from this Minotaur’s clutches!"
Ronald had always been a pragmatist.
If he rembered correctly, the Minotaur was the result of the King of Crete making a sacrifice to Poseidon to prove the legitimacy of his usurped throne, which then angered the Greek deity, and so Poseidon sent the bull to seduce the queen, leading to the birth of the monstrous Minotaur.
With this reference in mind,
Ronald felt that praying to Poseidon should be the most effective course of action at the mont.
However, in actuality...
Whether Poseidon had protected him after he uttered that prayer was still unknown.
But the Minotaur that was just getting up behind him
imdiately let out an extrely angry bellow.
"Roar——"
The roar was filled with the fury of the half-man, half-bull monster.
Even though Ronald and this creature were markedly different species, he could still hear the monster’s extrely ill temper.
The sa original trial.
Perhaps when facing Hal and Edwards, the monster hadn’t been nearly as enthusiastic as it now seed to be toward him?
"..."
And would such a Minotaur have any special asures?
As he ran, Ronald glanced back at the direction of the Minotaur.
It was this side glance that allowed him to narrowly escape disaster.
The Minotaur, with eyes red with rage, first made its way to the stump Ronald had seen earlier, its muscular arms covered in solid flesh, and pulled out the axe embedded in the wood.
Then, with a swing of the Minotaur’s arm,
woosh—
The axe, hurled with full force by a creature like the Minotaur, spun through the air, tearing it apart, with Ronald unable to distinguish whether it was the blade or the handle speeding towards him.
But one thing was certain.
If hit, he would surely die!
And that axe, which could definitely crush a man to death, was now spinning toward Ronald.
"Tsk——"
Faced with such an attack, Ronald didn’t have a mont to hesitate.
Without any hesitation, he rolled forward, lowering his stature in the most efficient way possible.
Bang!
Nearly the next second, the sound of rocks shattering echoed in front of Ronald.
After the axe flew past where he had been, it smashed hard into the stonework of the building designed to be a residence, with the Minotaur’s throw being so powerful that even the solid rocks instantly crumbled.
And the door that had been attached to the doorfra now bent and fell askew due to the impact of the strike.
"..."
"Is this sothing a human can contend with?"
Seeing the scene before him, Ronald quickly got up and, with his body turned sideways, he ramd decisively through it.
Crack—
The already unsteady door instantly collapsed and fell to the ground.
Ronald then dashed into the house.
A thick layer of dust stirred up inside the house that had not been inhabited for who knows how long because of his actions.
"Cough cough cough——"
Ronald covered his painful shoulder with one hand and used his elbow to shield his mouth and nose as he moved forward.
He desperately missed the ’Divine Cody’s enhancent of his physical strength.
This weak body was completely mismatched with the vigor to which he’d grown accustod.
He hurried past the porch into the living room and could tell that the living room of this residence had also not seen a visitor for a long ti...
No, it appeared the owner had not returned for a while.
The tabletops and floors were covered in thick dust, and even the food and wine barrels the owner had not yet enjoyed before departing were buried under the dust.
Crash—
"Roar!"
Just at that mont, Ronald heard a noise behind him once again.
It was the sound of rock fragnts falling to the ground, coupled with the angry roar of the Minotaur.
The half-man, half-bull creature had already reached the doorway, and once again, it picked up the sharp axe from the shattered rocks!
It was then that the hint given to Ronald by Heloise not so long ago took effect.
The more dangerous the situation, the more one needed to calmly analyze the circumstances to find possibilities,
rather than blindly relying on one’s "new abilities."
Considering that Daedalus had made Icarus’ wings for flying, if one wanted to find related things, the destination had to be the top of the residence.
There was enough height and space there for Daedalus to test and use Icarus’ wings.
Even the stairs leading to the upper floor were very conspicuous—they were located to the left of the living room.
But if one were to recklessly rush up there,
and then, relying on one’s own language comprehension abilities, directly force the interpretation of the original...
Could one really succeed?
Passing through the thick dust in the living room, Ronald was bound to leave footprints here.
Although he possessed human-like intelligence,
the Minotaur behind him clearly also had the most basic capacity for thought of a creature.
It would follow the footsteps and chase them up.
Who was faster was truly an unknown.
With a determined look, Ronald decisively ran to the dining table, and then, using all his strength, pulled the cork out of the wine barrel.
Thump—
Ti may have passed, but the fine wine inside the barrel had not spoiled.
As Ronald made his move, the liquid with the fragrance of fruit imdiately started pouring out of the barrel.
But in response to this, the old iron ring on the cork in Ronald’s palm scratched him,
and bright red blood started seeping out from the wound imdiately.
"Hiss—"
Now was not the ti to care about the injury on his hand.
Regardless of the deep, bone-visible wound, Ronald still clutched the cork and imdiately turned around to rush towards the staircase.
The reason he would act this way at this ti was still related to the legend of Theseus.
When this Greek hero accomplished his feat,
one version says that he took advantage of the Minotaur drinking wine to sneak up from behind and thus cleanly achieved victory.
So this wine on the table, brewed by the master Daedalus himself,
might also be a part of the trial.
Ronald had just rushed up the stairs, and the Minotaur following behind also ca along.
The half-man, half-bull creature bent its head slightly down,
and then it saw the footprints Ronald had left on the ground.
"Hiss—roar—"
Breathing heavily, the Minotaur, which had been in hot pursuit, began to slow down its steps.
It had slled the fragrance of the fine wine.
Since Daedalus and his son left, the creature living in the labyrinth had not tasted fine wine for a long ti. But now, the wine it could not get was flowing from the opening of the barrel onto the ground before its eyes.
Even with the intelligence of the Minotaur, it understood what this ant.
If it didn’t stop it,
the last of the fine wine would soon run out, and it might never have the chance to taste such beautiful things again.
The steps of the Minotaur did not move towards the stairs Ronald had chosen.
Instead, it turned its head towards the wine barrel.
The half-man, half-bull creature now looked just like Atalante, who had stopped in her tracks because of the apple and ultimately lost the race.
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