Fort Warding.
　As majestic as a castle, Filnelia called it her own magic that marked her existence.
　I'm not going to be able to get out of it. The time it took to build it was about three months. I'm going to have to say that I'm not going to be able to get it right.

　Normally it is colorless and transparent, but now it is visualized by emitting a pale blue light. There would be little need to hide the fort wards against an elf with a keen sense for magic power.
　Besides, the brilliant light is warning with intimidation.
　I'm not going to show any mercy to those who come close.

　However, that's not the only reason to visualize it.
　The fortress wards are an easy to understand decoy.

　Such as, just as Furnelia had planned, I felt a rise in magic power from the head of the elves camped outside the ward.

''Ooohhhhhh!　The enemy has a mind of its own.　Can I be left alone, ah-an?
　In a rough voice, Jin, the demon who was nominally his second-in-command, said so.

''Huh ... a real idiot, an unsalvageable idiot ... it's fine, this is fine.''

What?

''How much magic power do you think I've accumulated in this so far... aside from that monster, a split body can withstand a few rounds of the Spirit King's magic with plenty of time to spare... so it's fine, just keep going. .....

You know, a decoy, if you will.
　'What do you mean, General?' says Ghailzak, carrying a battle-axe.

'What do you mean, General?'

This wall is a kind of wall. They are forced to do everything they can to break the wall. However, this is not something that can be broken so easily. After all, it is the fruit of twenty years of effort that the General Staff has been pouring magic power into it.
　Even if Gailzak attacked this, even if it was a temporary hole, if it was to be broken, it would require a reasonable amount of time.
　It is a ward that is capable of stopping Gailzark, one of the old demon race, one of the old demon race, who has the ability to fit into both fingers, except for a few exceptions among the demon race.
　It is a kind of perfected form of warding magic at the earliest.

It's a good thing that the two strongest people, except for that monster, are willing to do everything in their power to break the weld from the start and have wounds all over themselves - even if the weld is broken, we'll be able to intercept it with our full strength.
　Of course, there is no reason to do this by simply taking a one-sided attack.
　They intend to occasionally interfere from time to time with the subordinates they have placed in various locations to induce fatigue. The most alarming monster followers, plus the vengeful elven guardians, if these two leave the front line at the same time, the game is as good as won.

'The battle is over before it even begins the one who is better prepared in terms of troops, armament, position and trickery usually wins...'
　Filnelia fans the sky.
　As if to hide her anxious gaze.



　But he's an unknowable monster.
　He has been a member of the eerie entourage working under the direction of the Demon King for several decades now. It's a monster that can unleash the gruesome curse of a masked mage whose abilities are not well known and whose reputation is not well known, in a single day - in a matter of hours.
　It's not just a matter of time before you'll be able to get a good deal more than you think.
　The predicted expectations of Filnelia, who seems to be crushed by anxiety as usual - no, not at any time - are immediately on target.

''Mu........''　

Oh, come on, man. What is this?

...Is it the fog?

　As a signal from Gailzak's voice, in an instant, the outside of the ward was covered in fog. It was no longer possible to see the elves who had formed a formation in front of him just a few moments ago.
　That's still good.
　I had assumed the destruction of the wards with a large-scale attack magic, but they intend to take away our view first. He intends to prevent us from being attacked unilaterally when exercising the magic to destroy the wards.
　Yes, I can still understand that.

　But this is unusual.

"Why are we..........................inside the wards?

　Even inside the fortification ward, which rejects anyone other than those with qualifications, even if they are pure magic, a deep fog has risen to the inside of the fortification ward.
　My body reacted slightly to the cold air crawling up from under my feet.
　The voice of an annoyed spirit buzzing in her ears. Silphy piles on his thoughts in frustration.

(Lie.........intruded.......?　(Without being detected by us at all...?

　This is ridiculous.
　The enemy used whatever means they had to use, they even used spirit magic inside the wards.

''Hey, what the hell is this...''

　Distraught Jin's voice was gone?
　No.

.

　It disappeared, as did my own voice.

(Is this--what the hell...?)

　The voice that answered Filnelia's question did not sound.
　Somehow, in a world where sound and light had disappeared, the traps that had been set up inside the wards had been activated, creating a silent explosion that curled up in a cloud of dust.
　Filnelia looked up above her head.
　The glowing wards there were still manifesting intact.

　If that monster didn't join in, it would be a one-sided battle, or so she thought.
　However, the waters of the battle were becoming more and more confused even immediately after the war began.





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Hey, this attack book doesn't say anything about wards. What's going on?
　Early in the morning when the family was sitting around the table, Sylphy came running in and brought in the usual hustle and bustle.

'Oh, it's Onye!　Have you come to eat, too, Onion-chan?

Good morning, Miss Sylphy.

Oh, good morning, and no, I mean, answer me this question, you monster--!

"All of a sudden, Tzuntun Elf. You go ahead and eat, Nacht's special snow pea stew is quite good.
　Nacht says, tossing his apron dress and holding a frying pan in his hand.

'Mm, I'll have it.

　After saying that, when the egregiously obedient Sylphy sat down, Shtel smiled happily.

''Mommy's orioles are soooooooo good!

Now, now, you don't behave yourself, Shtel.
　Aisha admonishes Shtel, who gestures grandly in her chair with a spoonful of stew in one hand and a spoonful of stew in the other.

'Yes,'

　It's a good thing that you're able to get the best out of it.
　The room around the dining table is quite large, as it was originally the residence of Aisha's mother.
　Usually there are three of us, but today there are four. Even so, Nahat and the others surrounded the dining table that was still quite roomy.



Don't talk until you've eaten your fill, and you won't behave yourself, will you?

　Nacht took a light sip of his tea and swallowed it slowly.

It's a very good idea to be able to have a good idea of what you're looking for. Even though we are inferior in strength and inferior in ability - if we deal with all those things at once, we'll never stand a chance of winning.
　Sylphy twisted his head at Nacht's words.

'Ignore, you say?　At least that's not something that's going to be so easy to break through, or at least not something that can be left alone.
　Sylphy, who actually attacked that place twice by himself, says
　It's a good thing that you're able to have a great deal of fun with it.

''The most important thing is that it was quickly repaired - they wouldn't be able to attack it without destroying part of it on a large scale.

　It was exactly what you could call a castle wall.

The first thing that comes to mind is the fact that it is a good idea to have a good dreamer. I'll take care of that wall that stands in the way of the fight, you can thank me.
　Nacht looked at Sylphy as if teasing him a bit.

'What the...?'

But, Nacht-sama... well... are you sure you want to do that?

　Aisha asks Nacht so.
　It's not a direct intervention, because Nacht tried to act as if he was retracting his previous statement once he said so.
　Of course, if it was for the sake of Aisha, he would have bent the words once, but there was no need for that.
　Nacht laughed happily and took out a sheet of paper.

'Do you remember this guy, Aisha?'

Is that the paper they gave you when Aisha and her friends went to declare war?

'That's right - it's like a pass with a high quality spell book (scroll) inscribed with a magic formula.
　Nacht says, holding the sheet of paper he received that day between his fingers.

'It would have gotten me through the wards!　Then use it--

'No, Aisha. No, Aisha, the enemy can't be that careless. This thing has so many tricks up its sleeve, it's already lost its pass.

Ummm........right, I'm sorry....
　Beside a dejected Aisha, Sylphy was staring at the paper in Nacht's hand.

'Those letters ... somewhere ...'

Do you know, Mr. Sylvie?
　Silphy twisted his head, desperately searching for memories of the past.

'I think I saw it in the elders' archives a long time ago... some kind of ancient script...?'

'That's erudite. To be precise, letters are letters, but these are numbers. That dreamer must be a rationalist. If I had to decide on a password, there's nothing more efficient than that.
　That is to say, the numbers from 0 to 9, the ten digits of which are used as the password for the pass.
　It's a good idea to use the ancient characters used in the ancient times, which is why the Dreamer's caution is so high. Normally, they wouldn't even be able to read it at first. The reason why Nacht knows all of this is because he has memorized more than ten thousand books, including the forbidden library that he and Aisha broke into without permission when they studied in the trading city. He also checked with Grace, the oldest elder, just to be sure, so there's no doubt about it.

''Only when the ten-digit number matches and the magic power engraved on it is that of Fernalia does the pass seem to work.

''Then it's impossible to duplicate it - to begin with, there's only one person in this world that has the same magical wavelength. It's impossible to break into it without destroying it...
　Sylphy said as he spooned.
　Once generated in the body, the magic power has various traits in minute wavelengths.
　There is only a slight chance that there might be one person whose magic power is exactly the same if you hit all the people in the world, such a slight possibility.

''Not really?''

　But Nacht said teasingly to Sylphy.

'Huh--?'

　It was as if Sylphy didn't trust Nacht as such.

'First of all, there's a way to mimic magic, but it exists--'
　Most likely, though, that would only be handled by Nacht.

'Impossible, I've never heard of such magic!

"I am the Soul Dragon with a soul in my hand.　You can't do that.

　In soul magic, there is a type of magic called true soul imitators (soul magic), which can trace the magic of others with a limited amount of magic.
　It's not only that the success rate is significantly lower depending on the level difference and so on, but also that even if you can copy it, the magic has its own advantages and disadvantages, so it's not in the realm of a degraded copy. Moreover, when it comes to attacking magic, it is even necessary for the spell to be able to block the attack itself. I'm not sure how many times I've seen this happen. This is exactly the first type of magic that cannot be used.
　But there is no more useful magic in terms of imitating the magic of others.

''But if you don't know the key numbers, you can't get inside that ward, right?
　Nacht nodded at Aisha's words.

'Hmm. But that's no problem, either, because he's making some serious mistakes for being so vigilant.'

Miss?

Yes. 'Yes, identification by numbers is efficient. But it would be a trivial number - a tour de force if so - now, Aisha, a ten-digit number, most likely a ten-digit password, if it doesn't have to be a number because it's just a list, how many ways are there? ?

Well, uh, I think it's very full...

Ten to the tenth power is a billion, Dad.
　Shtel said as he closed one eye.



What, it's not much - I have a limited number of them, and I'll try everything I can in the morning, and those wards won't do you any good.
　Aisha, and Sylphy just looks at Nacht, stunned.
　Even if they came up with that method - they usually don't try to execute it. It's a good idea to be able to have a good idea of what to expect.
　The same is true for the demon tribe that built that ward.

　However, Nacht's vast area of magic formulae easily drew out the justification, as if to ridicule such a person's thoughts.






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　The tendency to dislike passwords that use only numbers is familiar in the past.
　In fact, there have been many stories of people having their login passwords extracted.
　That's why the Real World Online had set its own login ID and password with a combination of twelve large and small characters.

''Hmm. Next time, you can combine the letters as well.

　Nahat spilled this while looking at the ward that still shines even after being left behind.