DARK | LIGHT
393-God of destruction doodle
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''Hmm, why did Averniu scribble like this?''
Eleonor asks Sasha, with a question on her face.
'I don't know if you ask me I don't remember...'
Zecia says with a triumphant smile.
''What ... what's that?''
That's what I'm talking about.
I took out a bottle of wine from the magic circle and used my magic to float a glass made of
creative architecture> in the air. I poured the wine into it.
''So, in the end, I'll need the help of alcohol again...''
Sasha picked up her glass and downed the wine with gusto.
With a bang, Sasha turned around and pointed her
at the void.
A dog with a gelatinous body, just passing by the spot, squealed and rolled on the floor while the anti-magic was strung out.
'You're so stubborn,'
Sasha put some magic in her eyes to catch up.
''No, Sasha. It's not even an enemy.
''Uh.........because this guy was trying to pick a fight with Anos, you know?
Sasha says in a tongue-in-cheek tone.
'Look at him. It's just a dog, at best.'
Just as I told her, Sasha stares at the gel-bodied dog.
And with a sweet whine, the dog slipped up to Sasha and--
＜After being bitten by the Devil's Eye of Doom, Gel Dog floundered around on the floor.
It's quite sturdy, just because it's an original.
''Let's see, is that the Scarlet Stupa King Gilisilis?
......................... Does that mean you're here...?
When Eleanor and Mass looked at each other, "Kakkakkah! I heard a merry laugh.
The sound of a cane being used was heard, and then the teacher wearing a silk hat appeared.
It's a walk, a walk, not a dog walk! I got a rare dog from the last battle. We were testing on campus to see how far the lead would work.
The one who came in a good mood was the Cutthroat Death King Erdmead.
Looking through the demonic eye, a magical lead extended from the staff he held in his hand, leading to the gel dog, Girisilis.
''After all, if you're going to have a dog, don't you think it's more interesting to discipline it than to enslave it completely?
With a dunk and a wand, the gel dog Gilisilis sits up.
Quite why, as the saying goes, you seem to be disciplining him.
"........wow........he asked me something high level all of a sudden......!
When Eleonor and Misa decided to go through like that, Zesia raised her hand without fear.
Bishishy Eldmead rubbed her with his staff.
''Let's hear it, shall we?''
Next to him, Misha nodded in agreement.
Cackling, Eldmead lightly drew his wand, and the gillicilis dog ran obediently to him, as if pulled by a thread of magic.
'You can't do it, cat,'
A grin twists Eldmead's lips, and he points at the Gillicilis dog with his wand.
''I don't want to........!
With all his strength, Zesia denied it.
'Indeed, indeed. It's not a cute little cat, this one.'
As he says it, Erdmeade walks over to us.
'Oh yes, just as well. It was the Army of Order and the Door of God. Another interesting thing happened. No, no, I should say, as expected of a demon king. Without a break, he draws one amusing thing after another.
He stops in front of me and ton, he puts his wand on.
'Just in case there's something you might want to put in your ear, do you want to hear it? If you're too busy, I can take care of that for you, okay?
Lifting his lips in amusement, the Cutthroat King begins to explain.
''The matter of the divine door has been notified by Melhayth to the Demon Emperors throughout Dirheid. Also, I have informed the three major powers of the underground world that the Geordal Order and the Agaha Dragon Knights will begin investigating the matter as soon as possible. It seems that Gadeisiola happened to have a sister of the Demon King, and she left the country to search for the Divine Door together with the forbidden soldiers of the High Army.
They're all excellent people. The power of their magic eye is also perfect.
If a divine portal is being built somewhere, it will be found soon.
Then, of course, the problem is our old enemy, Azation. Including the incident with the grimoire king, it seems that this country is a bit rattled. I heard that they said it's difficult to allocate precious human resources to search for the God's Gate, which is not even known whether it exists or not. It seems that we can send a company of soldiers to investigate, but no.
Eldmaed clears his throat as if he enjoys trouble.
"You can't flatter me with your evil eye, can you?
Pointing at me with his staff, the Cutthroat King nodded widely.
Even the five-kilometer-long divine portal on the Nephius Plateau cannot be seen by ordinary people.
No matter how much you mobilize the evil eye, it will not produce any results.
''What's wrong with Emilia?
I heard that she is in the middle of important deliberations of the heroic council. They are discussing the role and chain of command of each country's armies and heroic academies in times of war and disaster. I heard that she said that if you're willing to throw that away, she'll move quickly?
If there is no visible threat, it won't work, right?
Some of them may have a decent idea, but the decision of the courageous council is decided by a majority vote.
So the majority of them decided that there was no need to search for God's door by stalling important deliberations on the management of the country.
If Emilia was pulled out, the rest of them would decide on how to respond to war and disaster.
Most of them were the ones who decided that they didn't need to devote the effort to find God's door.
As if he could see through my mind, Erdmeade said.
Are we so cluttered that we can't afford to think about foreign enemies?
It's going to change the way the country has been run up to now. We have no choice until the organization is solidified to some extent.
I'll be there.
Is that the most appropriate?
'If the brave canon went there in person, there are those who can help.
'Missa, get involved. We're just going to search for your memories.
'Then I'll be off. With a true body, I don't think it would take much time to search all over Azation.'
There's no end to what we can do if we go out there. Let your prospects know how to find us.
Smiling, Rei said and linked hands with Misa.
＜They drew the magic circle of
and they shifted.
"Well, Sasha. "Now, Sasha, does that graffiti remind you of anything?
Sasha stared at the wall with the carved umbrella magic circle on it.
'Hmmm,' she groaned again and twisted her head.
'Well I feel like I've written a lot ... a lot ... a lot ... if it's going to be a castle ... and ... so ...'
As a quick realization, Sasha pointed to the wall.
"Hey. It's a map, isn't it?
There is nothing drawn on the part that Sasha indicated.
I looked through it with my evil eye, but it doesn't seem to have any extensions.
There's nothing on it.
And Eleonor turns his magic eye to the wall.
'No, it's not. Look closely. There it is.
Hmm, which one?
Eleonor put his face close to the wall.
At that time, the wall began to be chipped away with a tremendous force, gaga gaga gaga gaga.
appeared in Sasha's eyes and was gouging out the wall.
The marks of destruction are gradually drawing a map.
'I don't mean to give you an idea, Sasha, but I'm drawing it myself! Now! Take a look at the evil eye.
I can't see my own evil eye. That's a weird thing to say.
I feel like a crazy person!
Without even bothering with Eleonor's complaint, Sasha drew up a map on the wall.
''Of ... dungeons?''
'Looks like it,'
Spinning around, Sasha flipped around and turned to me.
'I'm going to take a guess about this map that Averniu drew.
Sasha said with a big serious face, and Zesia's eyes sparkled.
''Great Detective Sasha Bellew........!
Sasha looks pleased as Zesia compliments her.
'Two thousand years ago, I think I might have been called that, too.
I don't think it ever happened...?
Eleonor blurted out.
'Will you be quiet, Eleonor? I know all about this just now.
Kirantt, Sasha's evil eye flashed.
I don't know what you mean!
If I reconstruct the dungeon of the Demon King's Castle according to this map, then you will be able to find the prank notes I wrote two thousand years ago. I wanted to surprise him later when he found them, so I decided to commit the crime.
Sasha turns her gaze to the entrance of the dungeon.
'If we rebuild the dungeon like this...'
Sternly, Sasha opens her hands and slowly raises them.
But nothing happens.
"...if we rebuild the dungeon like this...
Reiterating, Sasha opens her arms again.
However, the dungeon is not saying anything.
''Uh........Anos, this dungeon doesn't listen to me at all, even though it's me......even though it's me, even though it's me.......''
Click, click, click, Sasha glares at the dungeon in front of her.
But, of course, nothing happens.
'Of course. It's mine now.
Tong, stomping his feet and lightly sounding the floor.
A fierce sound of doggone goggles resounded, and the Demon King's Castle began to shake.
They were rebuilding the dungeon according to the map Sasha had drawn.
A minute or so passed, and the shaking stopped.
'Let's go. Maybe that graffiti will jog your memory again.
I stepped out, and I heard a zar, and a ringing in my ears.
An eerie voice rang out from deep within the roots.
"I don't know--
With a noise, the fellow said.
"If you don't know, you'll be sorry.
Hmm. You again.
By "she," do you mean Averniu?
I knew, but it wouldn't answer my questions.
"If you want it, go ahead. "If you want to take it, go ahead, but don't forget to dream.
The guy said with a thud and a noise.
'Down the road, she's going to have to get real again.
A thud, thud, thud, thud, thud, thud, the noise that echoed in my head sounded like a mockery to me.
'Because the world is not laughing at you.
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