Three curses are after you. The most powerful is the curse of the spirit man. A dark knight of unknown origin suddenly appeared in response to Marin's wailing. The miasma mixed with the miasma formed a black cloud that invaded the sky of the Imperial City.
It's a good thing that you're not the only one who has a problem with this.

Masta, aren't you overestimating me? It's a good thing that you're not the only one who has a problem with this.



I'm sure you'll be able to figure it out.

Do you have a plan that Tino can't imagine? It's always like that. You're dying, and you're just barely scraping by. But even if you know that, you're still afraid. Tino thinks that the line of death is not something you wander around often.

He had hoped that Ark and the others would manage to defeat them, but it seems that even the bravest of the brave would be unable to do so. In the first place, there would be no way to deal with an opponent that was highly durable, couldn't be warded, and was relentlessly pursuing Master.

'It's hard to be popular.

'Mastaa, ...... figure again!

The church gate. A black mass could be seen above it. The mass wriggled and writhed, then changed shape again.

The spirit man is known as the guardian of the forest. It is a place that humans rarely enter, but in the city of spirits deep in the great forest, spirits are said to form friendships with various plants and animals and use their power to protect the forest.
The spirits don't talk about themselves much, but according to tradition, a good guardian of the forest can even borrow power from demons to repel intruders. Perhaps borrowing power meant transforming with magic.

What the curse had newly formed was a dragon. A jet-black dragon. A dragon of darkness with black wings reminiscent of a blade.
It's about two sizes smaller than the ape, but that won't help. That form-- it's a flying form. It's carrying a black knight and a marine's wail on top. I've never seen anything like it.

It's a dragon! It's a dragon!

'............ gonna fly?

Of course it'll fly. It's a dragon--and although it's a deformed form of a curse, it's not a joke like a hot spring dragon.

In the dark clouds brought on by the miasma, the dark dragon spreads its wings and flies in the sky. The scene reminded me of the end of the world, and screams went up from all over the Imperial City.

You can see the knights defending the capital, but I don't know why, there were clearly fewer of them than usual.

Even if the devious plan Master is plotting fails and Master is killed, its anger will never subside. The fate of the Imperial City was now definitely in Master's hands.

Tino had to do what he could...

'Master, where do you want me to deliver it? I'll definitely carry the master to you.

'Oh? Isn't that Citri?

'What? Ah--'

I look in the direction the master is pointing. Sister Sitri was just coming out of a large, rude building off the main street.
It's hard to tell because she's wearing a rugged gas mask that completely covers her head, but there's no mistaking it. The person with her is probably an alchemist from the same Primus Academy of Magical Sciences.

I fished through my memory while controlling Mr. Car with my hand.

What building was that? ...... That's right. I'm pretty sure that's the entrance to the underground sewers of the Imperial Capital.
It is a terrifying entrance to a maze of sewers that are inhabited by demons and other creatures that cause accidents on a regular basis, and Tino remembers being very scared of it when he was a child.
It is a place that is rarely entered by anyone. What the heck is your sister Citly doing in a place like that? .......

Anyway, I followed Master's instructions and put Mr. Kerr by my side.
When Tino and Master suddenly appeared on the carpet, Sister Sitri's eyes widened for a moment, but then she took off her gas mask and immediately said with a blossoming smile.

'Mr. Cry, that was just perfect! I've just been investigating the ecology and water quality of the underground sewers! I've made some great discoveries there, and I'd like to do some experiments with Strawberry Blaze. ......'

There's a lot I want to say about ............, but we'll get to it later. Right now, we need to see if the dominant drug works.'

This is the attitude of Tino, who came on the carpet covered in sweat, and the Master, who came hanging. Is it a characteristic of all alchemists that they forget themselves when they are absorbed in something?

Even though the three cursed sets will be here soon...

'Oh, oh?

At the sudden welcome of big sister Sitri, even the master is speechless, rolling his eyes.

Come on, Master. Tell her, I want you to do something about that curse!

I'm sure you'll be able to figure out what's going on. Apparently, she didn't like the fact that Tino had come with Master. But if seeing the desperate Tino and the wandering Master seemed like a date, then Sister Sitri's eyes were holes in the ground.

Then, with a big smile on her face, she said.

'As expected, the potion was diluted and lost its effect, but I discovered an urban legend! I think you'll like it, Krei. There was a dragon in the underground sewers, a sewer dragon! If Strawberry Blaze really works, he'll listen to Mr. Cry.

Gesu......Sewer......Dora......Gon?

A cursed roar rises from behind, and for the first time, big sister Sitri looks up at the sky. I'm not sure if you've heard of it or not.
It's a great way to make sure you're getting the most out of your time and money.


.................. Are you serious? .......








I'm not sure what to make of it, but I'm sure it's a good idea.

It's really unimaginably stupid of humans since long ago to try to put another kind of curse on this spirit man. But that man in particular seemed to be the most foolish of all those humans.

In the first place, the two curses that the man was trying to release were powerful, but even if he fought them head on, they would be no match for him.

The two curses had clearly lost their power. According to her, the curses were probably more powerful until very recently.

As a result of the two curses coming together, the vindictiveness is being lost.
This was evident from the fact that the knight was standing in front of the woman and protecting her. Basically, a curse loses its power when there is no object to remind, when there is no regret. This is one of the approaches to the purification of curses.



I didn't kill him, but brought him into the group, partly because the curse was not an object of attack for him, and partly to show the result of my foolish plan to the man who still showed little sign of fear at this point.

And it was half successful and half unsuccessful. The man was surprised, but not terrified.
He even stopped for a moment when the carpet flew away from the church where his friends were.

He would have had a better chance of winning if he had stayed in the church, but perhaps he had abandoned the game, or perhaps he still had a plan.

We'll deal with the others later. We'll destroy them. I won't miss.
There were many who would be much more difficult than that man, but now was not the time.

The man who was flying at high speed on a carpet, I also changed into a winged person and chased after him with two newly attached curses.

The woman's curse seemed to be unwilling to kill the man.
Perhaps it was because her opponent was too lacking in supremacy and will to fight, or perhaps it was out of pity.
It's mediocre. It's too ordinary a spirit, but there are times when the best way to deal with a curse is to put up no resistance at all.

But that doesn't matter. I will roar.
Curse that man, his ruin, his life.
This irritation is undoubtedly part of the ring's power, but it is not acceptable for a human man to be wearing a ring created by a spirit man.

A man runs into a rude, old building. Foolish. Too, too stupid. Man himself.
How could he defend himself with a house like that against the useless wards of the church? Just as he was about to blow them away with a single breath, he suddenly became aware of countless signs of life gathering from underground.

Some were large, some were small. Insects, small animals. Mixed in with these signs was a large spark of life.

Suddenly, the building shakes and the metal gate pops open.


Through the gate emerged a dragon with dirty gray skin. Its skin was forged by the sewage, and its back was covered with spines. Its eyes had deteriorated from being in the dark for so long that they did not catch the light.
Behind it were countless creatures that I had often seen in the forest, including rats, bats, and demons.

Underground. Are they manipulating the animals and demons that live underground? What kind of magic is he using?


'Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Sewage Dragon!


A man shouts from inside the building. He's shouting, but there's no wariness in his voice.
What the hell does he think he's doing? It's not going to be a fight. But I don't like the idea of going along with it either.


Interacting with demons, plants and animals is a favorite pastime of spirits.


It turns itself around and returns to its original form. The two curses that lost their footing landed on the ground.

Perhaps sensing the difference in strength by instinct, the sewage-soaked dragon stepped back as if overwhelmed by the sight of Sole and his two companions.