It saw a familiar ceiling.
It had returned.
The minotaur tried to get up and realized that it could not move its body at all.
Judging by its healed injuries, it seemed like a level-up had occurred while it was unconscious.
All except for its right horn.
But it could not move.
After experiencing such an exhausting battle, this was not surprising.
That left it no choice but to rest.
The minotaur took a deep breath and assumed a resting posture.
That whelp was really something.
Its swordsmanship was sharp and polished.
The speed of its movements and attacks surpassed mine.
It could also use powerful magic attacks.
Above all, its defense was awe-inspiring.
I thought it would be sent flying when it was hit directly by a tentacle, but it was able to repel those powerful attacks and remain composed.
It seemed like its shield had special blessings, but its shield technique was very impressive as well.
It also had courage.
It should have been impossible to bear such relentless attacks for such a long period of time with skill and stamina alone. Its mind was thoroughly trained.
I had a thought as we fought…
After we defeat this monster, I want to fight the whelp next.
The minotaur’s wish did not come true. After they defeated the monster, the minotaur lost consciousness and was transported to the one hundredth floor of the Sazardon Labyrinth.
The minotaur was robbed of the battle it had eagerly anticipated.
But it had absolutely no regret. On the contrary, it felt a sense of satisfaction greater than any it had ever felt before.
The minotaur wondered why it was in such a good mood, and after a while, it got its answer.
The minotaur learned how to fight from humans. It studied their technique and then polished its own skills. But there was one technique, just one technique, that it thought was really nice but was unable to replicate.
That was coordination.
The minotaur did not have any companions, so even if it understood the advantages of coordination, it was unable to put them to use. But deep in its heart, it had always wanted to try that coordination for itself. That was a wish that could never come true, of course.
But then in this battle that it never could have seen coming, the minotaur and the kobold warrior had fought while entrusting their backs to each other.
The minotaur reflected on the battle with the final monster.
It reflected on every action the tiny kobold had taken after it entered the battle.
Then it had a thought. It had seen extraordinary coordination from humans many times, and its coordination with the kobold in this fight was not inferior to what it had seen on any of those occasions.
No.
Actually, it was the best.
It was the best and the strongest.
No one could top the coordination the whelp and I showed today.
Hmm.
But I never would have imagined there was such an individual among those whelps.
I’ll have to travel upward every now and then.
But for now, I’ll sleep for a little while.
That was what the minotaur thought.
Its body was totally spent. It needed a long, long rest.
Overcome by the sense of fulfillment wrought from a great battle, the minotaur went to sleep.