The collection of sap was also plugged into a large pile.
- Multiple magic formations were drawn over the workplace.
Water magic unfolds from deployed magic formations.
But that didn't do offensive damage, it just poured like rain.
"... What's this?
Sille squeaks. "By whom?" or "For what purpose?" and other questions were included.
But, of course, no one can answer.
Everyone stared overhead.
(Aiming to interrupt work? anyway)
To offset the magic formation, Sille also deploys a magic formation that sets fire to it.
The number and range were wide, but Sille was Princess Elf.
Her strength is one of the best in elves. Easily rolled out several magic formations in dishes.
but.
That was not the problem.
- Sille's magic formation was fogged.
"Become"
This.
I feel aggressive.
Shake and move the subject's magic, inhibiting the unfolding of magic - ancient magic.
It's the magic of the legend class.
Even more extreme can wipe out people's magic. but only about one or two people in history can do that...
Anyway, it's super advanced magic that fogged Sille's magic formation.
This is what I can do.
(Is it still the Xian Old Society? What the hell are you doing this...)
Gradually, the sight takes hold.
The light rain of the magic formations being created in some of them was creating fog.
And steeply.
Plus, the explosion sounds.
Carriages loaded with barrels of sap had been raided by a group of blackened men.
Moreover, even places still under work are attacked.
"-"
Sirle and the guards also begin to respond.
Forcefully scratch off the flow that inhibits the movement of magic.
Fight back against those who have attacked.
But...
"Knock."
Fighting power has been broken for the demons that attack us.
As a result, the wide area cannot be protected, and the twitching and the carriages and barrels are destroyed.
Only part of it was left.
It was no longer diluted by rain and blended into the ground. Green grass trees grew small from the earth, which blended in with all the evidence that the life force of the sap had been consumed.
"Something I wish I hadn't defied."
――!?
Suddenly.
I hear voices from those who are loaded with the barrels behind them that Sille and the others are protecting.
Looking back, we had all the faces of the Xian Old Society.
"Well, you're already surrounded. It's over."
If you noticed, your surroundings were consolidated by the hands of the Xian Old Society.
Still, in Sille's eyes there was a will to disobey.
Odd opens his mouth.
"Quit it, it's no use any more. I don't know if you think of the people, but you put too much effort into demons. Did you trust us?
"Right. I thought you were a little smarter."
"What?"
"Look at this miserable situation! The sap is almost gone! This is a must for the demons to attack. Even the Land Dragon King, the Lord of this forest, should wake up and strike! Are you going to destroy the elves!?"
"Phew. That's not gonna happen"
Say, the faces of the Sage Presbyterian turn their hands toward the Divine Tree.
Formation unfolds.
Besides, Sille looked familiar.
"Summoning formation...?
"Oh. This summons the superior Spirit and suppresses the Dragon King"
To Odd's words, somewhere Sille felt uncomfortable.
"I mean, when you help those who are fighting on the front line...?
Yes, Sille thought.
But it was sweet.
Odd gives a deep grin.
"Oh, I thought I'd help you. - When the inside of this elf is doomed and in distress."
"Become...! What does that mean...!?"
"You will build our Elf kingdom in this land, no longer ruled by the Divine Tree or Princess Elf! For that, once, we need to reset it!
"So if you ram the Dragon King!? And if you defeat the Dragon King, this forest will have no Lord! It will be rough!?"
"So?"
To Sille's inquiry, Odd asks casually.
That really seemed like nothing.
"YES, do you know how many sacrifices the hell will be made!!??"
"A lot, I guess."
To that vague answer, Sirle could read the thoughts of the Sage Presbyterian Association.
They don't think about the victims.
"... the outer roads"
"Hehe. Our way out? We're moving with the people in mind? There is also something off target. We took your sister hostage. But that's to prevent you, Aoyagi, from acting on your own. All those things for the people!
"It's not the country that's trying to build that people at their expense! Is it your paradise!? Is it only arrogance and desire that have accumulated by that age?!?"
Sille's anger echoes.
Odd does not argue.
I just laughed niggly.
"I don't even need to talk to you anymore."
Boom.
The sound of one mountain collapsing occupies a strip. Something that makes you want to block your ears by accident.
It was the awakening of the Dragon King.
"is too soon... why already...!
"I know there has been his anger since the delay in the last sap distribution. And the scent diluted by water magic and the sap scattered in waste. This is a must, too."
It's just a tone I don't say as planned because of haha.
More Odd went on.
"That woke up. It's enough that the front line can be maintained. Plus the demons are falling into an avalanche, and there's not enough to crush the inside."
Mouth lightly and calmly.
It's the devil, Sille thinks.
How many dead and wounded are there in those twenty minutes?
But from what I said, they don't change.
(Is it just going to be... sorry. I promised because of you......!
It's not silly and weak.
But there's nothing I can do about it in the difference between the powers and the numbers of the Sage Old Society.
I was giving up and apologizing to Jeed for saving my sister, that was when.
"Ho, it's a report! The Dragon King has appeared on the front line!
Odd responded to the conductor.
"Yeah. I know. Tell them to buy as much time as possible. And by then, this ritual."
"No, that's it - the Dragon King has already retreated!
"What!?"
The exact opposite of the information to be informed is thrown.
Unexpectedly, Odd's eyes open. Seemed surprised not to say much.
So Sille asks.
"Well, what does that mean!?"
"The Alliance sent a party..."
"- That's the sight you sensed. How dare you, you've been so rambunctious. I was so excited about the sap."
It was the dark-haired man who showed up trying to block the words of the conductor.
"Dj, Mr. Zied...!?"
Sille calls the man's name.
Jeed looked unfortunately at the sap that had been sprinkled.