Boundary Labyrinth and the Foreign Magician

The ruinous tone finally echoed in front of a whirlpool of impatience that kept drooling inexhaustibly.

In the trunk of a giant tree, a large vertical rip enters. That - Vallos looked pale untouched. The temper that was rapidly filling the spiritual tree garden subsides. Because Vallos himself stopped the release.

"Finally."

Unsealing the Spiritual Garden. The way to do this is to provide plenty of nourishment, fatten and fatten the spirit trees, and leave them to rot. A spirit tree that sucks up its temper to its limits will wither away with fruit at the end of its life. That said, these decaying spiritual trees will soon be rebuilt if we do not follow the procedures agreed upon.

In that hand of Vallos, who leapt his body into the sinus peeking from the rips of the trunk of the decaying and fruitful Spirit Tree, and came back slightly after it, was a jewel of exasperation.

Leave the Garden of Spirituality, which has been your home for a long time.

Walk the corridor lined with columns. That is the Royal Castle of Belliondola, which should have been overthrown...... but reconstruction was in progress. The collapsed walls have been reloaded and the interior has been carried from somewhere.

It was necessary to relocate the base here in order to gather the four jewels from the spiritual gardens located throughout Belliondola.

Due to their appearance and nature, demons prefer human lifestyles. Gardinis and others are like his representatives. So it would also be Gardinis who brought in these condiments.

But there was a slight overdoing, Vallos frowned. He laid a red carpet and decorated the walls with paintings… as if to recreate the Royal Castle of Belliondola on the day of his presence. It's art. What, if it wasn't even imitation of humans, I'd be bored to death. But I just say.

Walking down the hallway... into the Great Hall, there were junior demons gathered there. I hear a man screaming in agony from beyond the pedestrian walls.

... There used to be a bunch of burglars who came to Beriondora for treasure. I called myself an adventurer... but I didn't have a plate that proved to be an adventurer, and I'm getting reports that he's been attacking me from the other side. As a matter of fact, I guess it's close to the Bandits.

Whatever the nature of our people, we can't let the demons go home alive when they see Bellion Dora as their root castle.

That said, that's it there. He is a demon who lives by eating the emotions of other creatures. Predatory objects may be other than normal animals, but negative human emotions are extraordinary. It becomes a blissful flavor that is difficult for them to substitute for anything.

So - what a convenience for them to be rootless. It is an unhappiness for them, and it can be described as a good fortune for the demons. Because no one cares if they're gone. That is why they were captured alive.

And so they are taken alive, and they are taken for supper.

I don't know what you're doing across the hedge, but with the scream of begging you to kill me first, feelings pour in that fill Vallos' hunger.

I can't hear a man's wishes. Don't kill him without letting him live. The dimension is to throw it away and move on when the spirit breaks at last.

It keeps dairy cows and chickens. If the demons catch you, you will be destined to continue to provide food and entertainment to the demons until you can no longer squeeze them out.

"This is Dear Vallos. Lady Vallos at dinner, too?

"No, I'm looking for Zaradi"

The reactions of those who noticed Vallos entering the hall varied. Those who show awe and deference, those who see with curiosity, and those who disguise themselves as indifferent to far-flung rolls. Vallos doesn't cling to them all the time.

Vallos is only provisionally depositing his head seat because he was the initiator of the plan and also a demon with superior powers.

We gathered our voices to powerful demons like Zevion and Luceriage around the place, but the demons gathered here now are by no means all those who agreed with Vallos' plan.

Those who were intoxicated by other powerful demons, those who came together with ambition, those who gave themselves up because they were likely to smoke sweet juice, etc... have their own thoughts. Because of these gatherings, those who possess power naturally stand on top.

"Dear Vallos,"

As Vallos was circling his gaze, he approached me from the demon - Zaradi - who looked like an old man who should also be said to be the deputy of Vallos, whom he was looking for. Zaradi breaks up with each other when he puts the jewel in his hand in his eyes.

"Congratulations. Finally."

"You should tell me now. With my plan, I lost three powerful demons."

"Ha? Three......?

To Zaradi, who looks suspicious, Vallos flaunts his shoulder.

"Include Lynette. That was precious."

"Really..."

To Zaradi, who looks slightly discouraged, says Varros.

"I'm not blaming you. Without Termwilds, we know the research will not proceed."

"... No, you're certainly right. I couldn't have grabbed it without him."

It's Zaradi who's taking over Lynette's research right now. But research is not progressing now. There is also an environmental problem that the transboundary stone cannot be replenished anew, but it was still a harsh fact that the missing hole called Lynette was too large.

"- What about the rest of the beads?

The jewel of the exasperated demon… I mean, there is one jewel that Luceriage has liberated. There's one thing Vallos liberated. And there are two things left.

Gardinis, on the one hand, and Mustra, on the other, should have received the Spiritual Garden.

"Oh, it's mine."

It was not Zaradi who answered Vallos' question. Vallos circles his gaze in the direction of his voice.

There was someone peeking into his face from the balcony upstairs in the hall. A smiling, demonic man looking like a young man... a mustra.

He rides his body out of the handrail, spins a spin, and then comes down.

"... Mustra. Are you serious?

"That, of course. But Vallos. With your new plan, you can't move until it's time to unseal everything anyway? You just have to make it in time for that, so it makes no difference where one of me worked so hard. From what I've seen, you seem to have been killed with it."

And toward Vallos, who aimed to liberate himself as quickly as he could, Mustra turned her eyes as thin as thread and let her flaunt her shoulders.

A small sigh in his heart sighs at the mustra laughing at people in a disrespectful manner, says Varros.

"Exactly, but we need to bring the beads inside Term Wills to coincide with the time of seal release"

"It won't be a problem around there. Old Gardinis headed to Termwilds with his beads."

"What?

It was water in my sleeping ear. There is only one thing that means that Gardinis, entrusted with the sealed release from the Spirit Tree, followed Beriondora to Termwilds. Gardinis took the liberty of bringing out the freed beads. Naturally, even the precious catalyst needed to infiltrate the border city was brought out.

Vallos stares at Mustra by revealing his discomfort.

"You... you knew that and didn't report it?

"Ooh, ooh. I'm just contacting you. He's in trouble, too."

Mustra shrugs her shoulders in such conditions as where the wind blows.

"I'm sure he can't help but want your seat."

"I don't go down. If the plan is accomplished, it makes no sense to that. If you want to take care of the mountain general, I'll give it to you."

"Ha. Isn't it because you don't stick around like that? There are verses he thinks it's important to be recognized around him and sit upstairs, and many don't like him like that. So… you want something that surpasses others in your plan."

So what neither Zevion nor Luceriage could accomplish. Mustra's sincerity is unknown... but Gardinis is easier to understand. I guess he moved to see and match Vallos' progress.

"I hope I didn't destroy myself too much greed."

"I don't know what it's like to be an old Gardinis because that's fine if I can live as I please too"

Mustra's favorite kind of killing is, in short, orbitless killing.

Mustra in front of you...... Be Zevion or Gardinis, the more powerful an individual the stronger my tendency is.

"Absolutely. It always seems like he's having fun."

"Oh, don't worry, I won't go to Term Wills or anything if I let you go. There will be other players, such as the haulier. Why don't you rest now so you can successfully carry through the final stages of the plan? It's going to take a while to recover, and not necessarily be scratched to the neck by an ambitious demon like you are now, right?

"You can do it if you think you can. I won't let you live."

As Vallos raised his temper with a fierce grin, he could see several demons, who were listening and watching the exchange, hurriedly clasped their necks and strayed among the other demons. Some of them are the face of Gardinis' belly.

"Ha. Ma, you'll be relieved for that. Oh, my God, I'm sure the plan will work."

Mustra laughs at Vallos' condition in a completely dishonest manner.

Varros apparently had an uncomfortable Mustra attitude, leaving the hall behind without responding when he waved his blanket. Zaradi follows.

"What do you want me to do? It's a problem for Gardinis."

Zaradi asks as he follows.

"Nothing. Gardinis won't listen to my orders or anything. Seems like you're willing to do the least you can do than take a pearl. If so, it doesn't matter whether he lives or dies. than that."

"Hmm."

"Gardinis' belly remains. Gardinis himself seemed to have made some inexplicable moves, and you shouldn't be alarmed because he's not here. Keep him on guard."

"Okay."

Zaradi had such a demonic, belligerent grin there. Vallos tells him what to tell him, and he goes straight to the living room. Zaradi, left in the hallway, rushed early enough behind the darkness of the Royal Castle of Belliondola to carry out the orders conveyed.