Boundary Labyrinth and the Foreign Magician

North. Behind the black-stained Royal Castle of Belliondola...

There was a figure of Zaradi, near Vallos, in the Great Library of the former Magic Kingdom.

Zaradi found the wreckage of a molten book from inside the collapsed bookcase and reached for it... but it collapses as soon as she picks it up.

"Oh, boy. Be thorough."

That's what Zaradi said. She sighed small and shook her neck to the side.

The Great Library - fearing that many of the magic left by the Seven Wise Men would pass to the Devil's side in the fold of the fall of the capital of Belliondola - burned down what could not be brought out and weathered the paperwork with a surgical formula in mind.

It is not for Zaradi to know what interaction there was between the human side until the decision was made... but I can see that this happened as a result of the war with the demon. Because Zaradi and I are one of the oldest demons.

So now the Great Library is just a place where Zahradi uses the cleaned up corner as a lab. Regardless of Zaradi's assistant Vallos, no one else would have taken a trip to a library without books...... should have.

"- Did you find what you were looking for?

Some fun voice can hang on Zaradi's back.

"... Lord Mustra"

When Zaradi looked back, there was a laughing demon, a Mustra figure. Zaradi shrugs her shoulders.

"You can't go anywhere. If we are to be found now, we will have obtained valuable books when this castle falls... I see you didn't want to give us too much information. I was hoping it would be a hidden library somewhere."

"We need to find some of them."

"Well...... you will. Maybe there's an entrance somewhere else, not a library."

"If we had that, we'd move on with metastatic magic research."

To Mustra's words, Zaradi nods.

"That's for sure. But when it comes to magic, I don't expect much from the beginning. Even Sylvatria, his descendant, seems to be pointing his nerves a lot for a magical spill. The idea must have been taken over by Belliondora."

"Hmm? Suppose... what exactly is Lord Zaradi looking for?

When questioned, Zaradi seems to have cruised to see if he should speak to Mustra, but eventually opens his mouth.

"I'm ashamed to say... my interest is genuine, he's a man of personal curiosity. (vii) If only there had remained a book describing the state of the moon in the days when the wise men came down to earth."

"Is it the moon?"

Mustra deepens her grin.

"Yes. That one sent the Seven Wise Men when he waged battle against the humans... and the King of the Moon was not moving when Bellion Dora fell. I wonder if the seven wise men were the royal family of the moon, and so on, because they could not be in the capital of the moon... they would go around their fantasies."

"It is. Lord Zaradi said he'd be interested, but I think it's important. We'll have trouble getting cross spears from the Moon Capital in our upcoming battle."

Indeed. Zaradi thinks what Mustra says makes sense.

Now if we can find the Moon Capital in the statement that it has been banished, we can skip the indeterminate element, and if not, we should be vigilant.

Nevertheless, if the moon still did not interfere during the fall of Belliondola, it is also difficult to imagine that the capital of the moon will now move because Vallos has moved.

Zaradi isn't too worried in that sense. That's why I was looking for it with interest in mind.

"It would be hard to even think about moving now. Previously, the Seven Wise Men came after a considerable war spread... and when the moon detected the movement of Master Vallos this time, isn't it time that some kind of conclusion has been reached?

I've been lurking and moving... so it's too late for Vallos to go into battle and want to interfere when the result comes.

"Maybe. If the moon is still alive, I'm not stingy enough to fight them."

That said, Mustra deepens her grin. Are you happy to fight or are you happy to kill? Including the incomprehensibility of his abilities, he had a demon, Zaradi, whose expression made him feel thin and cold.

That's why Zaradi doesn't get it. What does Mustra want and cooperate with Vallos? I don't even think Mustra wants control and order from the demons that Vallos wants.

"Lord Mustra...... Why are you cooperating with Lady Vallos?

When Zaradi asked, Mustra said with a cold grin on it.

"I... don't like this world."

"Don't like, do you?"

Mustra's response was unexpected from Zaradi's point of view. Because Mustra thought he was a kind of demon who preferred killing and fighting for shared pleasure. I never thought there was any reason there.

But... what Mustra tells us is hatred for all who live and live? Behind those eyes, Zaradi felt flashed, seeming to have seen something like a dim flame.

"Yes.Denial of the Labyrinth Goddess or Istrum's Advocacy...... It is a world formed by stepping over some. But now, the only people who walk there are the lowlifes who just live their days for nothing. So the people of the moon, the people of the earth - and most of the demons. Most things are not worth that much. Look, then something like that would only make sense enough to feed me, right?

Istrum. Rebellion of the Moon. The first to speak of the method of demonization, who meddled in the labyrinth and became guilty of death. Perhaps without him there would have been no allied lord Beristio, or the presence of Vallos.

But to cite that as a reason... what does that mean?

"So... you think Istrum didn't try to replace the king of the moon, but advocated and acted upon the existence of a demon man purely to save the people of the moon?

Bite down Mustra's words as Zaradi, and ask him so.

"Come on, what do you think? Whatever Istrum was thinking, it's a long way back now. There's no reason to know the truth. Whatever you think of me… at least you want to see what Vallos is trying to do."

"... I see"

"Well, I wouldn't even tell you to trust me more."

That said Mustra shook her shoulder and Zaradi shook her first.

At least... Mustra is cooperative in realizing Vallos' imaginary ideals themselves. He's right, whether it's enough to trust him or not.

Credit. Yes, credit.

Zaradi thinks that some people are really wary of being relative to Mustra because they don't know more about Mustra's origins than their personality or their words and actions.

The genealogy of the demons who ran away from Halvaronis with their allied lord Beristio is not so much. Zaradi, one of the oldest ginseng, has grasped the genealogy of a demon led by Beristio. I was confident that I would know who was descended from it.

But the demons don't bother to introduce themselves. I don't even ask where you've been or what you've done. Because if you show that you can manipulate, you can make sure you're one of them. All you need is a name and ability. That's enough.

So... Zaradi didn't know where Mustra came from. Of course, I know the claw marks Mustra left everywhere as a demon. But that's all.

I never know the essence of my abilities, either, and I don't even know if the words I've spoken are genuine, even when I'm having this conversation because I don't know the origin - that is, the interest.

Maybe that's why I'm alerting Zaradi to a demon named Mustra.

Think about it...... I wonder if that would be an anomaly, Zaradi thinks.

The demon man is a long life, so there must be someone who knows his origins even if he doesn't speak. That's how many of them are gathered. Can you hear as much rumors as I can...?

However, the question was directly hit by Mustra. The abyss of a laughing demon seems like something you shouldn't peek at cheaply.

If that would be to his great detriment, Mustra would soon scratch Zaradi's neck. Mustra has the cold and madness to convince her so.

Fortunately, neither Vallos nor Zaradi have allowed Mustra to care. Then all we have to do is tell Zaradi to Vallos to be vigilant.

We need Mustra's power as a real problem, so it's a bad idea to have a wave at this time. And after the Alliance Lord sealed it, he doesn't even know everything about what happened to the genealogy of the scattered demons.

Knowing or not the insides of such a Zaradi, Mustra stood there with a cold grin, unchanged.