The Death God girl regained her composure after seeing through two things.
*They clearly think I'm human.*
*The moment I speak, they'll recognize me as an enemy.*
It was certainly an appearance that could be mistaken for human.
She bore none of the outward features of a demon.
But sharing the same appearance as them didn't seem like it would make them allies.
"W҉̢͕̞̰̅͋͆͠o҉̨̯͇̀͞u҈̢͓̖͆̔̿͝l҉̨͓̟̇̕d҈̧̞̙̎̃̕ ҈̢͙̫̪̒͞yo҈̡̩̭҇̒u҉̨͉̠͙͛͒͡ ҉̟͓̌̃̚͢͡l҉͇̈́͐͜͡ik҈̨̜̋̕ę̷̮̤̔̕ to join our party?"
To the Death God girl's ears, their voices weren't merely a language she couldn't understand—
They were voices that felt rejected at the level of the soul.
As if directly implying that the two sides could never coexist in the same world, that they were born to fight each other.
In other words.
There was a high chance that her own voice would sound equally horrifying to them.
The Death God girl made that judgment and closed her mouth.
She couldn't afford to trigger in them the same instinct she had felt.
There was also a stroke of fortune.
She had a habit of keeping bladed weapons far from reach when not in use.
If she hadn't done that—if she'd left the scythe within arm's reach while eating—she would have swung it in a panic the moment the mage teleported in.
That would have immediately started a fight, putting her at a disadvantageous three-on-one from the start.
Thanks to that habit, even though she'd allowed three intruders in while completely unguarded, she was able to seize the higher ground.
She had gained the precious advantage of a preemptive strike.
These three adventurers continued to speak to her, not even dreaming that she was the master of floor 60.
"Did you kill all the monsters up to floor 60?"
"No way, Leon—a cute girl like this?"
"Then she must already have a party traveling with her."
"Right. Where are the others?"
When the girl didn't answer, they fell silent and began whispering among themselves.
"She must not know the common tongue at all."
"Let me try."
Then one of the women stepped in front of the girl and began attempting all manner of strange languages.
After a while, she finally gave up.
"Krrk! Shashassik…! Hmm, she doesn't understand Lizardman either…"
"Puena, are you an idiot? You think a girl like this speaks reptile language?!"
"Given that Puena even knows Lizardman language, I don't think she's the idiot here…"
While they bickered among themselves—
"This girl… could she be a slave?"
With that one word from the man, the way they looked at the girl began to shift.
"That's the only thing that makes sense… if she's a slave born in a foreign land, she wouldn't know the common tongue."
"She must have been dragged here by some low-life adventurer…"
"I thought her clothes looked strange… I guess someone wanted to dress her up like a doll."
"Looks like they set up a base camp here, left the slave to cook, and headed up."
They drew their own conclusions, entirely on their own.
The woman rummaged through her bag with sympathetic eyes.
"Looking at her again, she's way too thin. You're not eating properly, are you? Here, at least have this."
She pressed a piece of bread into the girl's hand.
"……"
The girl accepted the bread in a daze.
*Crunch.*
She carefully took one bite, set it down on the table, then offered the chair she'd been sitting in to the mage who had given her the bread.
"Oh? You want me to sit here? Thank you."
The girl walked to the tent, tore open three packets of instant coffee, emptied them into paper cups, and poured in hot water.
*Swish.*
Then she held out three cups of coffee to them.
"Oh? For us? How sweet."
"Even ours? What a kind girl…"
They examined the paper cups curiously, turning them this way and that rather than looking at the coffee itself, then cautiously took a sip.
And immediately showed an enormous reaction.
"……!"
The woman's eyes went wide.
"Oh my god, this is incredible! It's so good! What even is this?!"
"Really?"
The other woman also made a fuss as she drank her coffee, but the man set his cup straight back down on the table.
The Death God girl's eyes narrowed at the sight.
*I need to be careful with this one.*
"Leon is always so suspicious—she was just drinking this herself a moment ago~"
"Seriously, Leon…! Try it…! This drink is amazing! It's so sweet and good."
"I'm fine. More importantly… we need to get moving. We don't have time to—"
The two female mages immediately scolded him.
"You wouldn't let us use Levitation to save your mana…! We climbed sixty floors of stairs in this massive building on foot!"
"She's right. Let's rest a little, Leon…"
The man smiled awkwardly at their complaints.
"Fine. But the moment you finish those, we leave immediately."
He said that, then turned and walked away.
"Where are you going?"
"Just going to take a quick look at the situation above the stairs."
And with that, the man left.
The two remaining women began chatting about the girl.
"But look at her. She's a slave and she doesn't smell at all!"
"Really? I guess whoever owns her keeps her well-groomed. Seems like she uses some kind of perfume?"
"No, it's not perfume—it's just… completely odorless. It's genuinely strange."
Realizing they couldn't detect the girl's scent, they moved to either side of her and started sniffing.
The girl stepped back, uncomfortable.
As she did, she assessed the situation.
*Is now the time…?*
They were close. She had lulled them into complacency well enough.
On top of that, the man who seemed the strongest had stepped away.
No matter how she thought about it, now was the moment.
The Death God girl slowly, carefully shifted her hips toward the scythe propped against the tent wall.
And then—
*Clack!*
She accidentally knocked the man's untouched coffee cup with her elbow.
*Slosh.*
The coffee spilled, staining the hem of the woman standing close beside her.
That was when it happened.
Following the habit with bladed weapons, a second modern-world reflex activated.
"Oh. Sorry—"
Words that slipped out on instinct.
She covered her mouth immediately after, but the women's faces had already twisted in horror.
"AAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!"
"KYAAAA!!!!!"
They screamed and clapped their hands over their ears.
Just as she'd expected.
It was clear that her words had reached them as some grotesque noise.
"Ugh… Puena…! W-what language was that just now?!"
"Can that… even be called a language?… I… I don't know…"
Right at that moment.
The man who had gone to check the stairs came sprinting back down with a look of urgency.
He had confirmed that the door leading upward was firmly sealed—and in that instant, the puzzle of everything clicked into place.
There was only one reason the door to the next floor wouldn't open.
He tried to conceal the fact that he'd realized this and go for a surprise attack, but—
Seeing that the girl had already moved, the man shouted.
"GET AWAY FROM HER NOW!!!!! SHE'S NOT HUMAN!!!! SHE'S THE MONSTER OF FLOOR 60!!!!!"
The scream echoed through the chamber.
But it was too late.
In that same moment, the girl grabbed the scythe and swung.
*Shhhk—!*
Half of the nearby woman's chest and her arm went flying.
"Ugh… guys. My arm…"
A dazed, uncomprehending cry escaped her—she hadn't yet processed what had happened.
Blood splattered in every direction.
"PUENA!!!!!!!!"
Then she lost consciousness from shock.
The mage named Puena was rendered combat-incapable.
*Whooom—!*
Ellen immediately deployed a teleportation spell, grabbed Puena, and put distance between them and the girl.
"Oh god… stop the bleeding…!"
She tried to press her trembling hands against the gaping wound, but she couldn't tell where to even begin.
Her face drained of color.
The young, inexperienced mage lost her grip on herself in the chaos.
The male swordsman shouted.
"SPIT THAT DRINK OUT NOW!!!! YOU DRANK SOMETHING GIVEN TO YOU BY A DEMON!!!!"
Right.
They had put that in their mouths, hadn't they.
"BWUUUUGH…! HUEEEGH!!!"
"EEEEEEEEEK!!!!!"
They didn't even need to stick their fingers down their throats.
Fear alone triggered the nausea, and they vomited up every drop of coffee.
Their eyes went bloodshot.
"…You demon…"
*Whiiiirrrr—!*
The woman finished retching and raised her staff with trembling hands, condensing mana at its tip.
The Death God girl watching that scene murmured.
"Why… did I hesitate."
It was an expression of self-reproach.
In truth, her accidentally spilling the coffee, her reflexive apology—all of it.
Was because she had hesitated to kill these people.
Failing to slash their throats in a single stroke was an extension of the same thing.
Offering them coffee in the first place was no different.
It had been less about luring them into complacency and more like returning the favor for the bread they'd given her.
And for good reason—
These were the first human faces she had seen in four days, trapped in this sealed room fighting monsters.
But the girl's eyes had gone still now.
"Black Shift."
*Fwooom—!*
The flower garden in the girl's mind.
The last remaining bloom in that garden, which had once bloomed in full riot, had just been plucked and was gone.
The fog lifted.
Where Black Shift carried the girl was directly behind the mage who had been in the middle of casting her spell.
The mage who had prided herself on her mastery of teleportation magic had her back taken by teleportation magic.
Technically it was the active effect of an equipped item—but there was no way for them to know that.
All three of them had lost track of the girl's movement.
An instant.
Almost simultaneous with the teleport.
The girl angled the scythe's blade downward.
*Shhhhk—.*
And drew it straight across the woman's abdomen.
*Squelch. Thud-thud-thud.*
The contents spilled across the cold marble.
A scream erupted.
"Aah…!!!!"
"ELLEN!!!"
A second dazed cry tore out.
But the Death God girl's attack of the same number was not dazed at all.
The girl's blue earring glimmered.
A confirmed stack on the corpse.
She didn't miss it.
It was to keep the man standing ahead of her continuously in her field of awareness.
The man stood frozen in horror at the scene before him.
"I won't forgive you…"
Then he came charging at her.
Blindingly fast. Beyond any comparison to the tower's monsters she had faced until now.
Fast enough that if the girl's perception stat had been even five points lower, she would have been helpless against it.
But the man's eyes held no reason.
Exactly as the girl had calculated.
That was precisely why she hadn't slashed the woman's throat—why she had killed her by spilling her entrails instead.
The girl did not raise the scythe forward.
She left the attack coming straight at her alone.
And brought the blade to her own throat.
Then she moved her hand.
"Death's Edge Invincibility."