Boundary Labyrinth and the Foreign Magician

The castle with its dense magical power, which should be called miraculous, was headed deeper into the depths of the castle while being led by a female officer. The female officer, who was originally a priest, was particularly capable of sensing the power of the key.

There was no mistake in the ability to lead, and although I was bypassing, ascending and descending, and cutting through the room, I found that I was definitely moving in the dark direction of magic power.

As a result, the inside of the castle has become rather suspicious. The shape of the hallway was distorted and changed at a moment's notice. It was actually true, but it changed more than I could imagine.

The corridor collapses like it's melting, and the depth of the room stretches everywhere... The persistence of Dalí's painted memories - Is it okay to say that the state of the melting clock is spreading to the surrounding area as it is shown? Fortunately, it does not erode our body and consciousness, but the castle is a sight that can only be convinced when it is said that its nature as a dream is strong.

It starts to mix with the surroundings, even if it's not even a building.

Wild mountains on a clear day. Mothers with babies and samurai who rejoice in it. The festival landscape. A shrine maiden wearing a young warrior's face and dancing.

The key memory, I guess. Landscapes and people. The memories of a peaceful day flicker here and there, melting into walls and floors.

If it's a dream you're dreaming about... I think it's a sad sight. I wish for the peace of the people who live in the village even though I am devoured by the curse. Without being able to come into contact with the people in the real village, or with the children who you have subconsciously invited. It's just that in order not to spread the curse, I'm dreaming.

A pulsating wave of magic is brewing. The memory is disturbed, and the swordspeed landscape is mixed in.

Yeah. This is what I remember in my dreams. The sight of the people in the city falling into a curse poison. The memory of forgetting my anger and destroying my enemies.

I can see that the interval between pulsations is gradually decreasing. The fact that the memory is disturbed each time... is that the key consciousness is emerging.

Outside situations are changing in response.

The wave of skeletons on the ground had eased somewhat, but the number of flying types was increasing. The curse was dealt with by our operation. Or is it shifting according to the awakening situation of the key players?

It would be troublesome if the wreckage appeared according to the battle conditions and our methods of warfare. In any case, I am sure that the ground type that was trapped in the barrier, blocked by the crossfire, has suffered considerable damage. The number of flying models is growing rapidly.

Although not as violent as the number of flying types, its characteristics and combat capabilities are several steps higher than those of the ground type.

I was already in an aerial battle with the warlords there. We're not-- we're not out yet. I don't know if the skeletons are changing their response to the battle, but I don't have any calculations. Evidence of this lies in the plan to trap them at the barrier. That's why the hand is cut in an effective way.

While watching the martial arts officers and flying figures in the air, they proceed to the center - and then they get there.

Calculated from the direction and distance they had traveled, it would be the center of the castle and the center of the Eternal World.

The surrounding landscape is as busy as ever, but I can see that it is distorted and slightly open. It's like a blowout.

There's a light in there that looks up. I could see a gleaming airflow swirling around it. That sparkle... is a fog that flows at high speed.

Changes occur with pulsation. Dense magic power emitted. A black shadow mixed with disturbing memories and fog.

If the air currents were foggy, the shadows would be a curse tied to the key. It sends a disturbing sign that is distinctly different from the airflow that makes you feel refreshed.

After seeing it, he nodded as he saw the woman who had taken on the role of guide.

“Thank you very much. The information was very helpful.”

When I tell you that, the lady bows her head deeply toward me.

Please. Please take care of him. Say that.

We cannot fight with the Lord because we are his family. No matter how much power you put in, it would be a shame to be unable to help us here by nature.

“Yes, I'll take care of the rest.”

When she answered that, the officer looked straight at us and nodded... and eventually turned his heel and flew outward.

All right. All I do is wait for the key to awaken. I could tell them I noticed the situation, but I was used to fighting the skeletons, so Tendo's command was accurate.

We arrived on schedule.

Okay, Theo, be careful.

Grace nodded quietly as she told the crystal board that she had arrived at the center. Everyone was adjusting their magic and checking their gear, and they were all ready.

Keep an eye on what the key looks like, the surrounding sights, and the state of the war.

While doing so, the pulsation interval was short... and the magic waves released were even stronger. The surrounding landscape has also been greatly disturbed, and it is no longer possible to maintain a decent shape as a building.

The power of prayer has reached this point. But the key was not awakened because the person did not want it. Cursed oneself, fearing calamity, binds oneself.

Along with a huge pulsation, a dense magic force accompanied by pressure passed by. At the same time, there will be changes in the situation outside. Slowly, a black shadow rises from the ground. I heard about the large wrecks, but they seem to be occurring everywhere.

A black vortex was also wrapped around the sky, and I could see it forming a wreckage while emitting purple electricity. Is it an individual for whom there is no information so far? There are no multiple occurrences, so it appears to be a fairly powerful individual.

{That was--it was a watershed. You can't go back from here at first. "

Tendo's words are corroborated by a truly heartbeat pulsating. A magic force that stacks up like a ripple.

You will not fall asleep naturally from here. The key, in any form, is awakened. Tendo seemed to think so too.

First, evacuate the children. You can pray from within the barrier. "

When Tendo gave the instructions, the ladies moved. All of the children who were evacuating were seen off, and the adults who were coming to the Eternal World immediately followed the guidance.

The faces of the village are only showing phantoms, so they stay in the square and continue to participate in the festival. Both Yura and Mitsuki continue to dance and play in a manner that does not take the changing situation into account. This kind of extreme concentration seems to be a priest.

Eventually, the evacuation was over, and the women came to report to the square. The lady who guided me also appeared in the square. Looks like you're safely back from the center.

-Hmm. It's about time.

said Gongmae.

"I'm ready to go, too."

I turned to the key and practiced my circulating magic. I answered while scattering sparks of extra magic power from Ouroboros.

Well then, shall we begin?

With the words of Tendo. Omori, Orie, Raymay, and the others defeated the Hidden Token.

In an instant, an explosive wave of magical power spread from the key that sensed it. The magic power like a storm was blowing in an instant. This time, the magic that was spreading in the wild plane was gathering up with a swirl of magic in the opposite direction.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Mourning screams. A scream of resentment and remorse. Swirling mist and curse.

Cries echoed as if squeezing out, and the surrounding buildings melted and disappeared. When the screams broke down, the silence filled the venue.

Then -- what I heard in the vortex was a little murmur.

"... enemies, enemies, enemies... enemies. They're coming. They're coming to kill us. - Neb. Protect me. To protect. Ahhhhhh. Blood. Blood. Don't cry. Please don't cry....... I'll take care of it. I'll take care of it."

A divisive word that is not addressed to anyone. A magical force that makes your skin tremble and tremble.

Over the years, the keyli, who had been devoured by the curse, woke up and was trapped by the tragedy of the day of the assault.

The curse was linked, and reason was supported by a strong will, but the keyri himself knew that it would eventually fail. That's why Izumi and Tendo created a dream of peace. If my consciousness was recalled, it would eventually be like this, so I stayed in my dream forever.

"... I have to. I have to kill. Strike, destroy." Rip, chop, pierce, rip, wear... "The enemy. The enemy. I wonder if the enemy... is to be left alone..."

From the swirling mist and curse, thin arms stretched out. Fog gathered in the palm of my hand, a huge sword and spear. Bows and arrows are formed and gripped. The surrounding structure blows up and disappears into dust.

A part of the black mist vortex that was looking up was interrupted, and one crimson glowing eye peered beyond the darkness. Your eyes and your gaze are in contact with each other.

“Yeah. Let's get started. I'll take it all together.”

With Ouroboros standing up and sparking the surplus magic power, the red eyes of the murderous intent were opened for a moment and narrowed down.