Boundary Labyrinth and the Foreign Magician

"Oh! Shit!

Maurice suddenly had a seizure and threw the glass in her hand at the wall.

I can't get drunk no matter how much alcohol I drink. I can't get drunk, but everything's stuck and even if it's bare, it just kills me. All I have to do is delay things.

So booze and woman. Maurice is all about it here, day and night. Still reminds me of unpleasant things at times.

A new business (...) was on track, all of a sudden. Suddenly, everything stopped working out.

Since the adventurers were caught somehow. It became the feather of eating bubbles and being pulled off the base of the port. I have not been able to dispose of or sell adventurers or feminine demons that I have caught from the labyrinth because I cannot move.

That's not all. I did my second son to the school building who had made me be cautious at home that he would be fit when most of it was cold, but I had a problem that day.

Its opponent is the common son of the Earl Gartner family. The owner of the Baron Sirn family who broke in there should also be seen as having turned to the enemy. Or maybe they were enemies from the beginning.

Baron Siln on Earl Gartner territory. That area is a big barn zone. It would be somewhat awkward for me to insult the head of the Baron Sirn family for screwing up with farming methods. I intend to return the interest at any rate, but I had to back off.

With that happening, Maurice's mood was at its worst.

There are those who look at Maurice like that with cold eyes.

"Please calm down, my lord"

A bell-ringing voice was heard from Maurice's bedroom. She's a beauty with red eyes.

Lynette-Caird, a sorceress who fluttered into the Earl of Cardiff's house about three years ago. Lynette was looking for a patron and Maurice responded to that.

"Can this calm down! Inventory held in the South Side will remain floating in space and will not move! That was your idea in the first place!

"Oh. It was your Excellency who rode my story, wasn't it? Your Excellency gets a lot of money for a little investment and risk, and I can field test, so the research will progress. In fact, if you started it, you'd be right, wouldn't you?"

"We have to be in this situation!

Maurice shook Lynette depressingly off turning her hand around her shoulder when she yelled, leaving the bedroom.

The footsteps of the soot disappear into the back of the hallway.

"... heh. Now."

One person in the room - a grin on Lynette's mouth left behind.

He grinned like a thin moon that ripped to his ears.

"I'm scared of pigs."

While it is true that Maurice's form of thought tends to move in a single-cell and force logic - if it is the logic of power, it is similar to that of Lynette's people. As easy as it was to manipulate Maurice's actions.

In fact, the Count Cardiff family treasured very much as a place for themselves in the border city.

Is it a lack of ethics and thinking on the part of patrons that it is the procurement of research equipment and materials, or whatever they are researching is not something they learned if it is going to be gold in the future?

It was a little easy for the night to persevere, but I think it was an ideal symbiotic relationship.

But the first time Maurice failed to run the territory was at the beginning of an incident. Count Cardiff's bankroll is stuck, which means that his research will be delayed. I told him that if he procured and sold off adventurers and feminine demons from the labyrinth as a solution, he could make money from the slave traders.

I also said that if you had the black turning boundary stone you made, it would be unlikely to be discovered if you stood around carefully. It's a word for persuasion, but it explains that there's a risk in the first place, and I'm not mixing lies with that view.

Besides, Maurice jumped and did everything from the plan to the facility that the Count would not be able to command.

If it were true, even this mansion would be paying off without paying off any debts at all, and Maurice would have been caught in the potato crawl at the time the servants of the Count Cardiff family were caught at the port after snake-byte captivity. It would be in my hands to have avoided it.

But well. Neither that, nor this, to reach the lower reaches of the border labyrinth - the seal of the Temple of Moonlight, never for the humans, nor for the Count's house.

I am not proud of Lynette because it is not Lynette's purpose to be born in the Count Cardiff family and live a luxurious life. Some people know that they are going to take Maurice in and do research, so I guess that pig and I are already a lottery student.

But Lynette thinks.

In fact, what do you think? How far does the royal side and the Alliance of Adventurers doubt about the Count family? I don't know how I can afford to be clumped up in such a place, but it's a shame to let go of Lynette and the research results so far and the transboundary stones in the middle of the experiment.

The results so far have been sent to my colleagues and reported. It won't be a waste, but it will be a waste.

The study of transboundary stones cannot be done without Term Wills, but this is what happened to the Count Cardiff family.

"At the tide, maybe."

At least a little more. Until the next experimental results are available.

But if you're going to make an escape, you're going to have to be quick... but there's something a little hard to get away with. The study of transfer and transfer methods using transboundary stones is still incomplete.

Make this city a labyrinth, make it an outer edge, there are limitations on metastasis and subpoena magic because of the boundaries divided into several layers.

The results of the study made it possible to transfer and summon inside the junction… but we have to walk through the main gate in order to escape outside. If you let him swim and wait for this one to move, he will be captured trying to escape.

Or... if we destroy the outer junction by killing the priests and witches of the Temple of the Moon, can we escape with a metastasis? This trump card is still in the basement of this mansion, and if it could make a scene, we should keep that in view.

The risk is high, but if we succeed in destroying the junction, we will not have "escaped", but "triumphed". They must not even look big around Vallos.

Proceed or retreat. You have to think about it.

With that in mind, I heard people yelling like they were arguing downstairs.

As Lynette left the room and peered into the entrance hall through the upstairs hallway, Maurice was about to question an armed soldier at the door.

"You guys! You know who I am!?

"So Count Maurice. You're under suspicion of kidnapping or murder. Please join us."

"That's what I know!

"If you think it's to clear your suspicions..."

"Shut up! My Cardiff family is famous!

It was an exchange like I said.

You're done, Lynette thinks.

How things were discovered. That's all right now, but if you weren't letting him swim, you should just leave the Count's mansion and get out of the city before it turns into a big mess. At this point, I have to give up on that one in the middle of research.

Lynette was for such a calculation, but that and this - all smashed by Maurice.

"The disrespectful! I'm telling you to shut up!

What the fierce Maurice unleashed was a hydromagic icicle lance. The soldier was pierced with an ice spear through his shoulder, screaming and rolling around the floor sprinkling blood.

Lynette unexpectedly embarks on Maurice's career. Nothing will turn around where Maurice resisted. Bad hands are bad as well as bad responses. You can say it sucks.

- This day. Speaking of what was unfortunate for the soldiers who came to Count Cardiff's mansion - Maurice's rampage and his boss's impatience for merit.

We rushed through the work with the Adventurer Alliance only on the official constitutional side, remembering that they had taken hostage rescue procedures and that they had overlooked the crimes of the Count Cardiff family until now.

Even though the opponent is known as a militant, he says it's because he doesn't always have the mansion packed with private soldiers. There was such alarm.

"I didn't know you were going to use magic! Backup! Call for backup!

"Passless to many, resistance is futile, Count Maurice! Why don't you just admit your suspicions!?

The soldiers still say that. I guess there's a reluctance because the other person is the owner of the aristocracy.

It was a misery that made me want to cover my eyes even as a Lynette.

Maurice waves her wears abominably and yells at the soldiers who make a noise and spear at her mouth.

"Shut up! That's what I know! It's all him! That's the woman! It's up to Lynette to do it all!

- That pig! You sold me!?

What does the accomplice say?

Lynette was furious as she grabbed the handrail in the hallway.

Decisive. Be a patron and keep it surrounded, and there's no way that excuse can pass. Maurice will be ruined, but the questioner has confirmed himself as the most important person. It was such a moment.

How awkward this would be. It is visible that the entrance and exit of the main entrance will be closed in order to prevent the fugitives from leaving.

But.

"- Ku, fu, fu"

Laughter leaks out of her mouth after a moment of intense passing through her body.

Terrible, ridiculous.

Asker? Sell yourself?

We are incompatible with demons and humans in the first place.

More than this, you don't even have to pretend to be a powerless human being and stand around wisely.

I get angry from Lynette's body. That's all I'm saying, the time has come to use an underground array (...).

A magic formation unfolds at her feet.

"Get up."

"Hey, what!?

A tremor shook Maurice's mansion.

Breaking through the front hall floor, something elongated pops up. That's not one or two.

"Huh, Hydra......!? But this...!?

Some soldiers knew that.

A scrupulous dragonfly. Multi-headed dragon boasting unusual regenerative abilities.

But.

It falls all over the meat, with muscles and white bones peeking from under it.

- Undead. It's Hydra's undead.

"Hih!"

That was eaten up by soldiers who were close by. Eat up, swing, hit the floor, then chew.

At the same time, Hydra's collapsed organization regenerates. The blood of that poor soldier. It's assimilated into immortal Hydra.

A war ran between the soldiers to such a nasty sight.

Instead of becoming undead and losing its original ability to regenerate, it continues to regenerate indefinitely by eating its prey. He was a monster who gained such ability. In the sense that there is no pain or fear, it may be a more dangerous substitute than the original Hydra.

But it can't be natural. Even in the undead, it is a substitute that exists only by being used. If so. The Lord must be somewhere.

"Lynette! Is that you!?

Maurice screams looking for the woman. And I saw it.

Lynette's figure was floating about inside the front hall.

Forgetting what he had spoken earlier, Maurice was counting on this period. Because I knew this immortal Hydra existed.

Use this to escape the city. That's what Lynette thought. So she said it was something that would help her. That's what I thought. Until I saw what it looked like.

It was not Maurice's figure of a knowing beauty that was there. It leaves Lynette in the shadow. But his eyes shimmered and red, and his purple skin - he rose from his whole body like a black beard -

"Ma, demon man... demon man?

He is a terrible inhabitant of darkness who eats people's negative emotions and uses them as his own strength.

"I'm here to buy you some free time"

From such alienation, I heard Maurice's well-acquainted cool woman.

"Your ugly emotions were quite delicious. While I was putting myself here, I enjoyed it a lot though. And this is over."

Lynette cuts her words once and breathes heavily. My mouth ripped to my ears and my snake-like tongue peered out of my mouth.

"Bubba!

At the next moment, a high-density compressed bullet of chi was released from Lynette's mouth, penetrating Maurice's belly.

"Whoa, oh...?

"Die, scum! You're not betraying me at the human level! Gaa ha ha ha ha!

Listening to Lynette laugh, Maurice falls off her knees holding a belly tunnel.

Lynette dares not stab a stop. Because the anguish and despair of Maurice, who was dying, was delicious.

"Fucking monster!

A fireball flies into Lynette.

but when he shot it off with an air bomb, Lynette fleshed out to a soldier who could use magic. The nail stretches sharply and chops off the soldier's hands and feet.

"Grr!?

Grabbing the hair of a soldier rolling on the ground, he throws it toward Hydra so that even the doll throws it out. In the air, hands, feet bitten, soldiers smothered.

"Guaaaaa!"

"No, no, wait, wait. Not yet. Not yet. Not yet.

Lynette smiles at the soldier with his hands and feet bitten on multiple heads, looking fun.

"Ya, stop -"

"Eat well."

"Gee-!?"

With the soldiers screaming back chorus, Lynette spreads her hands toward the rest of the soldiers.

"Saate-"

As he slumped his tongue, he stunned the soldiers, who were completely lumped.

"Oh - how delicious. I wonder what those temple boys taste like. Yeah."

On the back of Immortal Hydra, Lynette marches without even trying to hide her nature. The taste of liberation and despair of nature I haven't tasted in a long time. It's delicious.

Compared to this, the anxiety, fear, etc. I was savoring from the people who captured it from the labyrinth would also taste good.

Aim is the labyrinth entrance, the Temple of the Moon. The despair and anguish of the priests and witches will be delicious.

"Hih! Hih!

"Help me! I need your help!

Both resisting and fleeing soldiers. Lynette proceeds, eating the terror and hearing the screams, making the eye-catcher the offering of Hydra from one end.

There's sporadic counter-attacks, but it's no big deal. All humans are like immortal Hydra's healing pills.

I can go. There's no such thing.

It's like this if you can't get ready in a sudden raid from the inside, where it's a frontier city or something.

Where he came to the square near the temple ravaging with the giant Hydra.

It (...) came.

"What, what?

Skin peeling and poppy. He jumped out of the back of Immortal Hydra according to his instincts.

Moment of the moment. Late enough, a thunderbolt dyed the world white enough to pierce the back of Immortal Hydra.

"Ooh, ooh, ooh!?

But not even that awesome thunderbolt says a small hand check, but a huge magic circle unfolds in the square.

At its center, Lynette saw a human boy. He has dark golden brown hair and eyes - a boy of aristocratic stature.

A boy looked at himself - his eyes narrowed to see something boring.

Intuitively. Understand that the lightning strike earlier was the boy's fault.

"Get him -!"

Though his body was drilled by lightning strikes, raising white smoke. Immortal Hydra still moves. The look on the boy's face and the chills in his heart, Lynette tried to hurt Hydra. But.

"You're in the way."

The boy was exploding at such a rate that he stepped in.

Eat it up.

Close enough to touch Hydra to hold hands. With the boy's words, a sealed formation unfolded at the feet of Immortal Hydra.

At the same time that the movement of the body was completely fixed, there was a terrible atrocity inside the sealed formation.

With a cradle.

I hear chewing.

At the feet of Hydra, the darkness spreads. There are countless of them - eyes and mouths. The darkness stretches out the touch arm, tying and embracing the body of the immortal Hydra in multiple ways.

The giant is eaten and eroded by darkness.

It's the flesh that's been the victim on the road, and Hydra's regenerating. Resistance to eating back the darkness, it is.

But it doesn't make sense. Like sinking to the bottom of the earth. No hands. Hydra just gets greedy and devoured.

Class 8 Dark Magic Demons Eater. Advanced magic.

But Lynette couldn't have seen such a sight. I can't take my gaze off a human boy who's turning a tremendous hatred on me for a moment.

Such negative emotions are supposed to be the preferred emotions of demons...

Hate. That's all I know. I'm used to being directed.

But what do you mean, joy? I found the prey I was looking for. Like a carnivore pointing at herbivores. Such emotions.

"Demon Man."

I heard a quiet voice, of a boy looking straight at Lynette.