Eileen is astonished by the appearance of the Raiders from the shadows eliminated by the good Saint Knight. It wasn't just because she was a woman.
"You, Serena...!?"
The opponent does not answer anything to anyone in the Augusto, and the raider flips himself with a thin veil to hide his face and hold a dagger. There's a terrace with white curtains across the street. I have some paperwork in my opposite hand with a dagger.
"Follow her, Augusto! I have something. - Whoa!
Suddenly his mouth was blocked by a hand stretched out of the wall. As he turned around, Augusto stuck his sword tip out at the throat of his opponent restraining Eileen's body, but it was bounced off by something he couldn't see as it was.
(Now, magic!?)
The black hood touches Eileen's cheek. I can't see my face. But based on the size of the hand that restrains him and the physique that he feels on his back, I knew he was a man.
"Quiet. If you make a scene, you'll be back on guard. It wouldn't be a good idea to be known to have a Duke of Dorthrish warrant here."
The voice of a moderately low youth tickled his ear, while being masked.
(You know me. Where did you get the information from? I decided to infiltrate tonight a few hours ago.)
"Don't worry, I'm on your side. I just wanted to stop you from stepping on the carpet."
"... carpet?
Augusto listens back with a sharp voice that shrugs off his usual perseverance. The man in the hood nodded back.
"It's a carpet on the left, on the floor a step away. That is a magic fixture made of a fairy cocoon. If you had a holy sword, you'd know it was magical if you looked closely."
Irene, with her mouth blocked, moved her gaze to the position as she was told. On the left, where the toe touches if you step in, there is a carpet woven with intricate tattoos of gold thread. At first glance, it's a carpet with no weirdness whatsoever.
But surely, when I looked away, I could see a dark colour in the dim room.
"When that carpet senses magic, it magically seals this room. It's a trap that uses magic to capture people from room to room who have gone into stealing. Your shadow is magical."
Eileen's shadow allows demons to come and go. It was the magic of Claude.
"He also has a magical weapon. It's dangerous when that carpet senses magic, so I went in to stop it. I apologize for being a little abrupt and disrespectful."
……
"If you understand that you are not an enemy, I will let go of my hand. Would you mind not making a scene?
Kokuri and Irene nod. Pulling the sword Augusto had covered, the man in the hood let go of his hand. And to Irene, who took the distance, kneel.
"Again, welcome for the first time, Dear Eileen Lauren Dorthrish"
He lowered his head while wearing a black hood and can't see his face. Seems familiar with magic, but its head has no horns or wings on its back. Above all, the Holy Sword inside Irene does not respond.
He is human. Inhale slowly, Eileen answers.
"You seem to know me well.... you're a monk, right?
"What, a wizard is a wizard, right? Is that so, really?
It is impossible for Augusto to be surprised. A man who can use magic, or magic, is like a fairy tale. But the fact that he emerged from within the walls, his power, including the sword tip of Augusto, his eyes on magic, his knowledge of magic equipment. Taken together, they can only lead to this conclusion.
"At least it seems to be in front of us right now."
"Yes, it's a bump, but I wanted to wish the Demon King the best, and I'm here."
"To Master Claude?
Irene's ears, with her eyes rounded, captured a rushed footsteps. Hallway, multiple people.
The man in the hood who realizes it, too, gets up.
"Apparently, we can't even talk slowly here."
When he pointed his fingertips at the door, the door key went down on its own. Keep your palms pointed and the heavy tans do the sofa dots move at will in front of the door. Augusto impressed.
"Wow, it's really magic... let me see Zemes or something and I'll just break things."
"You can put them all to sleep, but that's the only way we're gonna get out of here."
"No, I haven't got anything yet."
"If it's a list of invitees, here they are."
Eileen laughs back at the paperwork she sees from between the hoods.
"You're brilliant. Do you think it's okay to swap your mouth for Master Claude?
"It helps. Okay, Dear Eileen. Come here."
The terrace is opened and Eileen goes outside. Beyond the door behind him, there was a voice of disbelief about the door that was locked. It's only a matter of time before you get kicked. And from the terrace trunk, the rope was caught. I missed it with the appearance of a suspicious sorcerer, but I guess after that woman who attacked me first escaped.
(I wonder if it was really Serena. Here, on the fourth floor...... such physical ability, where)
I reconsidered. She is the protagonist of that game. It's not impossible.
"Hey, can't you just move around for a moment? Like the Demon King."
"That's very advanced magic, so it's heavy on me. Anyway, if it's just one person, it's a lot of work for all three of us... and you can't use it except for emergencies."
"What, I'm doing it like I'm nothing but a demon king..."
"You and I can't compare magic digits or anything."
Phew and Augusto return the correlation. As always, he is not entrusted to his first encounter either.
"The Demon King is the Demon King after all... I was just eating roast beef that roast beef was delicious at the other night's club, but you're the Demon King after all..."
"My Lord Claude. I don't want to be left alone with a man like you. So, how do you escape?
"Please jump off the terrace as we manipulate the wind"
They said something light and amazing.
But the door of the room is making noises and shaking out. Bring the axe, I heard a scream. It's only a matter of time before you get kicked.
"It's okay. First, stand on the edge."
"Wow, okay. Iri, look, hands. Dresses are tough. The wind is strong too."
"Yeah... yeah, what's your name?
When I put one hand on Augusto's hand and looked back, a strong wind blew. Let him be, and the black hood shall fall from his head, and the face of the sorcerer shall be exposed to the moonlight.
Lightly glowing moonlight hair.
Reddish eyes, said to be a testament to magic and an ominous colour.
His smile, dressed in black hood and blown by the wind, is somewhere fantastic and worrying.
But Irene was breathtaking, not because she was heartbroken by its unlikely appearance.
(Mi, looks familiar, I do, but this, no way stills......!
No way, again.
When he looks straight at Eileen, he lays down his pitiful eyes and tells him.
"I'm late for my application. My name is Elephas Levy."
Definitely. Distracted.
(1 fd lass boss!!)
"Ah, Iri, blubber-ah"
Someone supported Eileen, who was about to fall backwards. Irene, who returned to me with the shock, hurriedly puts her hand on the chest of the person who held her. Then I noticed the discomfort.
It was beyond the terrace that Irene was about to fall. In the air.
In other words, the person who is holding Irene now will be floating in the sky.
"If you want to take a walk in the night sky, you can ask me."
It solidifies into a voice heard from overhead.
This is a pattern where death awaits when you look up.
"Or shall we send out another carriage running into the night sky"
"... K, Claude, Dear..."
"You have something to ask before then. You're so smart, you know that."
The Demon King does not condone it.
With his hands on his chin, he is forced to lift Eileen's face, with a gentle smile on its thin lips.
"My dear Irene. Shut up about me. Now what were you doing?
Behind you is a lass boss with 1 FD. And in front of you, lass boss of one.
Eileen's world is full of Las Bosses.