Dungeon's Final Boss: Banished by My Boss, the Goddess, to Earth—So I'll Continue My Past Life - 103

Chapter 103: The Descent of the Goddess

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The name of the client was a man called Seiji Hamashiro. Since I had caused some trouble, I contacted Minister Niitaka. The one who answered was his secretary. The secretary told me about this man named Seiji Hamashiro.

He was a member of the House of Councillors. He was the leader of an opposition party called the New Generation Party. His electoral district was a certain city in Aomi Prefecture.

He wasn’t the kind of person to attract attention, but behind the scenes, there were rumors of connections to a new religious movement. However, in the world of politics, it could be said that everyone had a hidden side—there was hardly a single politician without one.

So rather than saying he had secrets, it would be more accurate to say he had only this many secrets. That was all about him. 

Why would someone like that…? That question came to mind, but if I wanted answers, I could just ask him directly. Or maybe there was someone else pulling the strings from even further behind.

I told the secretary I’d be in touch again later and ended the call. I already had Seiji Hamashiro’s contact information. Or rather, I was currently just waiting for him to be alone.

From a short distance away, I used 【Invisibility】 and observed the situation, watching for the right moment when he’d be by himself. Seiji Hamashiro was a short man with a bulging stomach, white hair mixed in with thinning strands—a man who looked like a politician born straight from my own mundane imagination.

His name, “Seiji,” was written in hiragana for election posters, but his real name was actually spelled 政治, meaning “politics.” It felt like a name given specifically so he could become a politician. If that was the case, his parents should be proud of their naming instincts.

Seiji Hamashiro was the kind of man whose name made even Minister Niitaka’s secretary pause for a moment in confusion. He wasn’t some well-established hereditary politician with a firm local power base. And yet, it was odd that such a person was the leader of a party like the New Generation Party.

Perhaps that strange element was what had led him to stir up trouble with me in the first place.

Seiji Hamashiro met with people at various locations around Tokyo, and finally, by nightfall, he was alone. The place he entered wasn’t the official residence for Diet members—it appeared to be his personal home.

The 50th floor of a high-rise condo. Using【Phase Through】, I entered the building and followed the back of the politician until I reached a spacious living room.

“This is a place of death, Jiro Hasegawa-kun.”

Without turning around, Hamashiro said those words. He stopped in the center of the living room. He didn’t need to say it—I had already sensed countless presences hidden nearby.

Only Hamashiro kept walking, heading into the kitchen at the back.

“So please, go ahead and die.”

With those words from the kitchen, the hidden presences transformed into killing intent and revealed themselves.

Humanoid figures wearing wolf pelts. Werewolves. And several of them.

I canceled 【Phase Through】 and launched a counterattack. 【Clawless Strike】

 Invisible claws tore through the air, sweeping away the werewolves.

There was a wolf-type monster called Glaswarg. Its distinctive trait is that it was transparent, like glass. As a half-spirit beast fused with wind spirits, it swings its claws without letting its presence be sensed.

The werewolves were shredded like paper scraps, their remains vanishing as the lingering magical energy was absorbed into me.

Dungeon monsters, huh?

“Not a sound, and over in an instant. Truly, I can only say… Marvelous.”

Hamashiro returned, showing no surprise at my survival. He stood beside the sofa in the living room and placed a bottle of liquor, a bucket of ice, and two glasses on the sofa table.

His tone of speech changed?

“As expected of a miraculous creation born from the whims of the Goddess Piroane, the one and only. A masterpiece that even surpasses the Ruin Seed.”

“Hearing praise for that useless goddess honestly creeps me out.”

“Ahaha, to us, all of them are supernatural beings. No matter how they’re regarded in the higher realms, they’re still beings beyond comprehension.”

“Are you a dungeon monster?”

“Indeed. It seems there was a bit of a scuffle with the group I commissioned, but I have no intention of fighting you. Because I stand no chance of winning.”

“Then why?”

Why did you approach me like that?

“I thought that if we couldn’t pique your interest, you might just walk away without sparing us a single glance…”

As he spoke, he added ice to the glasses and poured from the bottle. Whiskey? Or brandy? I wasn’t really familiar with this sort of thing. It was dark in color—so maybe brandy?

“It seems that the more pressure is applied to you, the more you push back—perhaps even more forcefully. So I decided to change my approach.”

“And what kind of approach is that?”

“To be honest and talk openly.”

With those words, Hamashiro stepped away from the sofa and kneeled beside the empty seat.

“She has arrived.”

As Hamashiro spoke, light gathered behind the sofa and took the form of a person. A goddess. And not just any goddess—one I had seen before.

“Shelheim, huh.”

I didn’t expect to see her again so soon. The creator goddess of the dungeon that built the island nation of the Kingdom of Peschel on Earth. That goddess was standing before me once again.

“You’re still the same arrogant dragon as ever.”

Shelheim wore an icy expression of displeasure. But she quickly composed herself and sat down on the sofa. Her long legs slid out from between the folds of her robe and crossed gracefully.

“Still, I’ll allow it. As I said before, you possess the power to back it up.”

“Much appreciated.”

“Now then, did you have something to discuss?”

“Yes. It’s regarding that matter.”

It was Hamashiro, still kneeling, who answered her question.

“About that matter? Ah,yes. That one. Very well, I’ll hear it out. But first, you—sit down.”

“…Huh?”

Sit down? Where exactly? There wasn’t any other seat nearby besides the long sofa she was on.

“Here, of course.”

She gave the cushion beside her a light pat.

“I don’t like being looked down on. Hurry up.”

“…Got it.”

Reluctantly, I sat beside her. One of the glasses was placed in front of me. Shelheim took the other.

“In times like these, I believe a toast is in order?”

“To a friendly relationship.”

“That’s the intent, yes.”

We clinked our glasses lightly. I took a sip of the amber liquid. It was brandy. It must have been a high-quality one, but I didn’t know the brand name. After all, I was still too inexperienced when it came to this sort of thing.

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