Black Summoner

- Catacombs of the English Spirit - first floor

Descending the spiral staircase, it leads to the "Catacombs of the English Spirit", the most difficult dungeon in Delamis territory. That said, there are no monsters in the first and second layers close to the surface and it is a peaceful one. But its vastness is tattooed by Pope Philip. This place, referred to as the first layer, was also in fact an altitude unknown enough to look up to the sky, as if the serene grassland cemetery had been softly accomplished. The main unit of the opposition was based in this realm, in its centre lined with marble tablets, waiting for the witches and brave men of Delamis.

"Um, got it. Get ready for a welcome."

An opposition executive who has finished correspondence from Archbishop Richard takes his hand off his ear.

"Everyone, rejoice. Comrade Richard has captured the witch and the brave. They're headed this way."

A voice of joy rises in the meadows. If you put it in the dungeon, victory is the same. Witches' summoning skills and brave men's abilities are horrible, but for that reason they have been studying. Those in the orphanage who worship a false god and know the technique from within - took him away as a hostage have placed him outside Colette's magic zone, and all of his positions have been torn apart and monitors attached. Even if Colette subpoenas those under her command, there is a limit to their number and strength. It's impossible to rescue a dozen people at once.

"Witches are terribly reluctant to defile Melfina's name. It's like saying publicly to the public that if we refuse our demands, we will abandon our dear Lamb. Then it makes sense that you don't have to hesitate to give your own life to save the faithful."

Executives rate Colette's dedication to Melfina as absolute. A form of trust in a way. That may be why the opposition came up with this measure, which can also be called reckless. That's when I got in touch with the executive's comms.

"Regular contact. Witches and braves are on the move with no problems. They sent reinforcements for safety."

"Reinforcements? Surely it's foolish to manpower only comrades on the ground...... ok, I'll send it right away. Hey -"

Executives organize members for transfer from the main unit and send them to the spiral staircase.

"... are you here"

From the entrance of the first layer, footsteps descending the spiral staircase were heard. That number is many, not one or two. Executives laugh bitterly that they must have taken you with a lot of courtesy. A group walking around a witch and brave man who eventually showed up more than the entrance. White and silver-based festival clothes belonged to comrades who were performing front-line defenses in the earthly cathedral.

"Damn, how many witches and brave guards won't even come in such adult numbers, right? I should have sent a unit to pick you up. This makes the ground guard thin. More than that, what happened to the people you just sent? I can't see him, but..."

"Regular contact. The front line is killing me, so I'll turn the reinforcements over to you. Continuing transfer in current unit."

"Mm, well. No, it's nothing."

Executives solve themselves for communications that come in good time. I guess I felt daunted in front of the witch that was my original purpose. It didn't even come to a corner of my head right now, even somewhat questionable if normal. I could see him, but due to the aforementioned vastness, there is a considerable distance from the entrance of one layer to this place. Opponents were waiting for the witches to walk slowly, whether they were still there or not. And gradually the time came.

"Welcome, witches, and brave men! I don't care about my own life, and I remember my respect for the courage that I've come this far, but I wonder if it was careless? Or didn't you ever think that this many people would make it to us?

Executives proudly spread their hands and look over the large number of dissident followers assembled on this one level. The sincerity of watching the look on the face of Chirali and the witch was to look at the stunned Colette...

"... hey, enough?

"Hmm, a little more..."

The witch is not interested. On the contrary, he was interested in chatting with the transporter. Executives round their eyes at the look of it.

"... Witch, do you understand the situation? Every word you say concerns the life of a poor lamb, right?

"'Cause I'm just like Archbishop Richard and I can't get the story stuck. I just changed the wording and the contents are with me. If we've increased the number of believers, we need to pack more content. That's why you're a bishop, Caesar?

"... what?

executives, the thought of the bishop Caesar stops. Caesar and Colette had never had a direct conversation, and on several occasions they had let their faces meet, which was also the only thing Caesar had seen unilaterally in the ceremonial attendance. To say so, Colette knew the name of Caesar.

And the witch of Delamis was harsh upon herself, and she was also harsh upon herself. The same goes for the witch's words in front of me, but there's something wrong with the tone. Plus, I never thought I'd be blamed head-on.

"... you know me?

"Me, the face and name of the person I saw at the first time is something I will never forget. If you're a government official serving your country, don't hesitate. What, shall I read all the names of Delamis' martial, civilian clerics?

"What the hell..."

"Colette, that's enough. Confirmation of Collection Complete"

Ignoring Caesar's words, an earlier transporter man summons a witch to talk to him. This made Caesar's thinking even more confusing. Was it possible that a witch and someone in a relationship sneaking eyes were inside us? I didn't know the collection was complete. What? Etc. But such thought did not last long either.

"Everybody, come on!

The way Colette opens her hands in a young tone is oddly the same act Caesar did when she met him. If it were different, would it be a smug smile and an innocent way to be loved by everyone? Above all, the difference was the height of that gaze. Colette was on a giant bear nuigurumi. Surrounding that perimeter are countless pitch-black knights who can carry gatoring cannons. The witch's 'summons' passed Caesar's head for a moment, but I haven't heard of anything like this. A brilliant man who could feel the magic would realize that these five bodies were connected with something like thread, but not everyone in the opposition was the other way around.

"Just a word of advice, brother. I think we should keep Caesar alive, but what do we do?

"I'll take care of it. Whatever you want."

Colette asks the man. The man took off his sacrificial clothes and this was again in a pitch-black robe. Caesar knows this man. No, it's weird if you don't know. Anyway, he's the most prominent person in every country right now. There is no one in front of the S-Class Adventurer who can fight this scene.

"And Kelvin the Reaper!?

"Yeah, okay. Okay, let's do it."

As Colette cleverly moved the five fingers of both hands, the knights began to point the tip of the cannon at the opposition.

"Ma, wait! You forgot we have hostages!? If I hang up, the poor lamb..."

"That's why I already rescued him. Try it on that comm."

"Then, stupid..."

Caesar puts his hand on the comms plane and sends it out to everyone who captures the hostages. But I can only hear the sound of a zather and a sandstorm, and no reply from anyone.

"I'm glad the hostages are concentrated at the beginning. Thanks to you, I was able to get one person to go."

"Alone, so...? Stupid, stupid! There must have been no such gap! You vast dungeon!

Keep your distance apart and pay close attention - "

"There's a guy who's good at that hand job. And even though it's vast, it's one and two of the narrowest layers. I thought you were walking trout for what? It's just like a walk for him."

"Sa, walk......!?

Anger and haste, and above all fear, keep me from gushing and shaking my feet.

"Damn! So you're not a witch either!?

"Did you finally notice?

Colette has slightly distorted appearance and silver hair goes blonde. The size of the body changes, and when the distortion heals, it changes to the appearance of Stra.

"Gu......"

- It was weighed. There was a reaction to the comms when Caesar leaked his breath.

"... this is number 8. Come in, come in."

It was a familiar, comrade voice.

"Huh! It's Caesar! Kill the hostages now!

Caesar shouted over the comms machine, shaking the whole spirit with his strength. This is all about last chance.

(Oh, God. Now we can give them a machete and reward them with one arrow. Recklessly into the vortex, punishing the treacherous who tried to discredit us!

The joy of a moment spills over the whole body of Caesar.

"Wow, you did it..."

But again what I heard in my ear was a different voice. Although the voice is prettier than it was earlier, it seeps out as though it was donned.

"... hey. You tried to kill my friend now, didn't you?

The moment I hear a pale young voice, the chill wraps around all of the opposition. There is no longer a grin on Stra's face. All I have is a cold intent to kill.

"Later, I'm sorry, but I let you try. If you're not willing to harm the hostages, it's still good, but if you say it, I can't help you anymore."

"Hih, hih, no! The Apostle..."

"Brother, I'm taking down the prophecy."

When Nana, who was in the rear, turned away, the sound of the shooting covered the entire layer. The opposition claiming Elearis' support crumbled here.

"... don't be too harsh that you put it in the front seat. Well, we're done with the unplugged bait, and that's it for the prep exercise. We'll catch up with the Gerrards ahead of us."

But the threat surrounding Delamis has not yet left.