Published: February 1, 2026
“Hall of Nostalgia.”
Despite being the labyrinth closest to the Capital City, it’s the one in all of Parteda that sees the fewest visitors.
It’s not that particularly strong monsters appear there. Nor is it that countless traps have been laid.
Of course, that doesn’t mean there are no monsters or traps at all, but in those respects, it’s actually easier to攻略 than most other labyrinths. Even so, there’s a reason people stay away.
That place, also called “the worst labyrinth,” was exactly where Lizel and the others had come today.
“Whoa, it’s the first time I’ve even seen the gate, y’know.”
“There’s so little demand that the carriage always just goes right past.”
They looked up at the entrance to the labyrinth, reminiscent of the gate of a Western-style mansion.
The expressions on the surrounding adventurers’ faces when Lizel had made the driver stop the carriage mid‑route—when there hadn’t been the slightest plan to halt—had been something to behold. Everyone had frowned at the idea of using the carriage for anything other than going to a labyrinth, wondered if there was even anything nearby, and then, after following the thread of thought, finally remembered this labyrinth and turned pale with shock.
It was that much of a place—one that adventurers had no desire to purposely visit. Perhaps because of how close it was, a fair number of them had actually been there before, and there were quite a few people who fell silent with ashen faces.
“But Gill, you’ve cleared it before, right?”
“Not exactly a place I’m itchin’ to come back to.”
“Hearing you say that just makes me even more curious, y’know. Right, leader?”
“Yes.”
Gill glanced down at Lizel, who nodded as if harboring some kind of expectation, then furrowed his brows and averted his gaze with a short snort. He would absolutely never have come alone, but if he was asked whether, with this current group, he was truly so opposed to entering that he’d reject it from the bottom of his heart, he couldn’t answer immediately.
Lizel gave Gill, who had looked away, a sidelong glance, then turned his eyes back to the gate and smiled.
“A labyrinth where you can see the past—how very intriguing.”
Yes, in this labyrinth, the past of those who enter is projected.
Things you want to hide, things you can be proud of—the content varies, and no one understands the mechanism, but it seems to recreate events from the subject’s past. The problem is that it isn’t only visible to the person in question; their companions see it as well.
“I went ahead and picked this request on my own, but if you don’t like it, you really can say so, you know?”
“Don’t care. It’s not that bad.”
“’S not like I got any guilty secrets or nothin’, y’know.”
What exactly was Eleven basing that statement on?
Lizel and Gill both turned to look at him despite themselves, and he met their gaze with the brightest grin. He was probably doing it on purpose—but without a doubt, he meant it.
Given what kind of labyrinth it was, Lizel had assumed there’d be some objections, but apparently not. If anything, it seemed like he himself was the one most bothered, which Lizel found a bit odd.
Even that, however, was something small enough to lose out to his curiosity to see it at least once. At most, he figured it’d be embarrassing if something from his childhood showed up.
“Well then, shall we go?”
“When you say ‘past,’ how far back we talkin’?”
“For me it went pretty far back. I rushed straight through, so I don’t remember it that well though.”
“You should enjoy it a little more.”
Without hesitation, Lizel and the others stepped through the gate as it opened with a faintly warped sound.
“It really is like a Western mansion. Bright, but it feels like ghosts might pop out at any moment.”
“Feels like there’s gonna be a lotta ghost‑type monsters, y’know. Oh, and doll‑types might show up too.”
“Ah, I get it. They’ll be doing a bridge down the stairs, right?”