Maou Gakuin No Futekigousha

Wandering ghosts

Giorhaze, the capital of Giordal.

Before that cathedral, we descended from the sky.

Because it cannot be transferred directly to the ground, it was transferred to the Redenol Plains, east of Midhaze, before digging into the ground and flying to Geordal.

It was Bishop Milan who welcomed me.

He was informed of the matter in advance.

Ahead, guided by him, is the Holy Song Festival.

Milan touched the tough main entrance.

"Dear Golroana, I am pleased to welcome you to Lord Anos, the Demon King"

When Milan said so, the main entrance slowly opened.

It was Pope Golroana, a neutral looking man, who emerged from inside.

"I'm sorry to be in prayer"

"No. So you wanted to ask Via Flair something."

"And I want to use the power of the Book of Traces"

Golroana nodded.

"Shall we go to prison first?"

Following Golroana, we walk through the cathedral.

Eventually, you'll see the staircase leading down to the basement, and the dragon beeps.

Golroana went down the stairs.

"How's he doing?

"... you must have let go of your sanity. I held Celis' neck, and all day, I was whining about something like a saying. I've tried to talk to him a few times too, but I'm not going to try to respond."

"Well, then, you're not going to be able to listen to Celis."

Sasha says like she's in trouble.

"What, I guess I should get him back insane. It's easy."

"... like snatching Celis' neck? If I talk to you, do you want me to give it back?

Then, Milan said.

"I tried that too, but I just yelled at you to give it back like crazy and it wasn't as if we were talking. Whatever it takes to make amends for the sin of trying to drop the lid, in that way. Maybe she was just being manipulated to be good by a guy named Celis."

"Hmm. Poor thing."

Stop in front of the door where Golroana seems to be sturdy at the moment.

"Behind here."

If he paints a magic formation, the door slowly opens.

Following the lead Golroana, we entered the room.

"Huh...?

Leaks his voice like Sasha was surprised.

Misha blinked with her pussy.

Half the indoors are caged, and only a chunk of ash is left in them.

No Via Flair figure, no Celis neck.

"What the hell is this...? That shouldn't be..."

Turn your demonic eyes to the prison, as Bishop Milan wolfed.

"We have received a report this morning that it was always the same when we let it be confirmed...... Besides, Via Flair, who lost the power of the dragon, should have no means to get out of here."

The Cathedral of Giordal is home to priests and holy knights.

It would be difficult to go outside even if you broke through the barn.

"... Is it not suspicious that the faithful who made you check?

Arcana asks. That's a good idea.

"We are all born Geordans, and I have no keys to this prison except me and Master Golroana. I didn't know anyone could open it with all their strength...?

The cage depicts a number of magic formations.

That's what builds the bond, blocking the inner and outer chambers.

"It cannot be said that it is impossible to break a prison. Someone must have come to help."

When I said it, Misha slipped her neck.

"Who...?

"Yes, right? I taught the forbidden soldiers that Heilong was nesting in their bodies, and honestly, I don't think anyone is going to be on Via Flair's side..."

In the cage I turned to the Devil's Eye.

"Golroana, what happened here? Can you look into the traces of the past?

"The power of the Book of Marks is limited now, without a trace god. If we can identify the connection to the past trail that we want to examine, we can trace it and recreate past events."

"Hmm. Then it's easy"

I refer to the space between the iron lattice and the iron lattice.

"At this point, there are signs that the space was distorted once and returned. Some kind of magic worked to help Via Flair."

"Understood."

When Golroana takes the Book of Traces out of the Magic Formation, she glances at the point I point to and opens it strictly.

"The past becomes a trace, engraved in the book left by our God. Oh, this is the miracle of a great trace of God. It's engraved in this book and doesn't trace back. Book of Traces, 2nd movement"

Via Flair appears snuggly in the cage. She is whining with a bump as she holds Sellis' neck in its chest.

The Book of Traces shows the past of this prison.

In the corner, the body of Celis without a neck appears.

I guess it magically maintains freshness.

"... I'll pick him up... he'll... I'll pick him up..."

Her eyes were hard to say ordinary, and she was trapped in just one thought.

From the looks of it, it's like it's gone crazy.

"Even then, do you still want love? You look the same, poor woman."

Via Flair turns this way all the time.

A black jar appeared on the other side across the cage.

Gradually, he pictured the human form, and there appeared a demon clan that had begotten six horns, and a demon clan with a large eyelid.

It is Kaihilam the Cursed King and Aegis the Underworld.

Aeges rammed the Red Blood Demon Spear DiHid Atem into the cage without creation.

The tip disappears, and it pierces Via Flair.

"... ugh...!

There are no scratches. If she were swallowed up every neck of Celis in a different space, the next moment Viafrea would have appeared outside the cage.

"... to pick you up... are you here...?

In such a way as fear, Via Flair asks.

"Bordinos is calling, isn't he? Is that right?

"Bordinos is no longer discharged."

The Pluto unequivocally affirmed.

"That's not true. He's bound to come back, that's what he promised."

"There are promises in the world that cannot be fulfilled. It's foolish to keep waiting for those who don't return. Forget the dead early and live a new life."

Via Flair shook her head left and right.

"I said I'd see you again. Bordinos doesn't lie to me alone."

The Pluto sighs one.

The sharp eyes seemed slightly soothing.

"The world cannot remain wandering with ghosts who cannot live now."

When Kaihilam wrapped Via Flair in black, he slowly disappeared.

At the same time, the lion began to cover the feet of the Cursed King and the Pluto, the two.

"Kaihilam. That's enough."

Aeges pierces the cage again with a crimson spear.

When the tip of the ear stabs Serris' body lying there, < Demon Flame (Gresde) > burns it and turns it into ash.

"The ghost, with the ghost, disappears in the past."

to the words of the Pluto, but Kaihilam returned his arrogant face.

"Shut up. I don't owe you anything."

Approaching the proximity of Aeges, he points to his face and Kaihilam says in a pressing tone.

"I thought I told you I would chase you even to the end of hell and pay you back"

Pluto shuts up for a moment.

That's what I said, blurry.

"All the time, he's just a bunch of self-absorbed idiots around him."

A black cunt envelops the two of them.

I thought so, and the two appearances blew away, neglectfully, as if the noise had mixed.

The effectiveness of the Book of Traces has been interrupted.

"Looks like that's all we can trace back."

Golroana says.

Immediately, Bishop Milan bowed his head to me and the Pope.

"I am truly sorry. The guards were supposed to be in a full position, but it was like they couldn't notice the intruders."

"I don't blame you. I didn't think anyone was trying to help Via Flair."

Golroana says.

I just let Via Flair get away, and it won't be a big pain in the ass.

"I apologize to the Demon King..."

"What, with the Cursed King and the Underworld against him, there are just more dead people trying to realize"

Then, as I feared, Milan bowed his head again.

"But why did the Pluto help Via Flair?

Sasha thinks in a strange face.

"Well, he seems to have a purpose."

I laid my hands on the cage and broke the bond stretched out there.

Open the iron lattice door and enter.

"Golroana, can you at last trace back another trace?

I stare at the ashes at my feet.

"This is a trace of Celis. I want to see him 2,000 years ago."

"The further away you are from now, the blurrier the subject of the trace will be. You may be focused on someone other than Sellis, or you may not be able to trace it back exactly to when."

"I don't mind."

Golroana nodded and opened the Book of Traces again.

"The past becomes a trace, engraved in the book left by our God. Oh, this is the miracle of a great trace of God. It's engraved in this book and doesn't trace back. Book of Traces, 2nd movement"

When I wonder if the Book of Traces has glowed, another view flows as it is covered in the prison in front of me.

Before us, the past was showing itself.