Boundary Labyrinth and the Foreign Magician

When I knocked on the door of the private house, I got an immediate response. It was the men and women of the Diabolos who showed their faces, not so different from the Veritos when they were old.

It seems not Bloomwood, but those who were helped with Verito and the others. While Verito and the others were away, he was in charge of taking care of Bloomwood while working in the city.

"Oh, good! Are you back...!

"Welcome home! Are you hurt?

"Oh. You're right, we're all safe. I've got magic pills too."

"I have company, but this time I took care of Jen a lot. Don't be rude."

I want you to introduce us to the face of the Diabolos, to me and to each other.

"Theodore magically helped me where I ran into a giant beast and couldn't move."

"Not only that, but he negotiated with the giant beast to make sure he was safe during the mining."

"With the giant beast... negotiation?

"You're a wizard."

"Well, I'll follow up on the details... but when I told him about our situation, he came with me because he had some curative skills."

They seemed somewhat bewildered, but they were also comfortable with the healing technique.

"Well... I don't know if there's any magic drugs out there."

"Was it? Thank you for helping Verito and the others."

They were somewhat awe-inspiring, but I felt reassured for a few minutes when I also told them that I was cooperating with them because I was not familiar with the situation around here. That's how we head inside the private house together.

Bloomwood was - fulfilled and lying on the sleeping table behind the house. If you're a Diabolos man, and you're human in your years, thirty. There. I sleep quietly, so I don't know personality aspects like how to make expressions, voice, or talk.

"The marks on my forehead make it easier for my medical condition to progress when I'm awake, so I get to sleep except when I need to eat, etc."

And he tells me. Looks like you're painting a tattoo magic on your forehead with some kind of pigment to put you to sleep.

"Bloomwood said you don't mind leaving me alone. We've all convinced you that we can't forgive ourselves if you don't let us return the favor we received."

"Because we all work hard to make money for drugs. I went out to the ruins on the boulder because I was worried about Bloomwood, but I kept it a secret."

Verito with eyebrow roots and Orellietta with eyes closed. Can't you forgive yourself if you can't do something? That kind of thought... I think I get it.

When Verito and the others carefully excluded the futon, the medical condition of Bloomwood was revealed.

"This is..."

Both legs and...... then left fingertip. The end of the body had a stone-like texture. It's not texture, it's actually petrified. The right hand is fine, but the left hand appears to be undergoing changes to the middle of the palm. Both legs - I don't know how far they are progressing because I have clothes, but at least the part I see... is completely stoned ahead of my ankle.

From Verito and the others' stories, I had the impression that Bloomwood was a fairly skilled person, but now... I can't do anything about it myself, surely. If you are active, the medical condition progresses faster.

"It goes from end to stone. Occasionally, it appears that we in the Diabolos have been given the disease name of basilisk hypotoxicity. Even if you don't come into contact with such demons, you can get sick, and the technique of fighting the petrification of cocatrice and basilisks doesn't work in the first place, so you don't know why."

"Even if I say it progresses from the end... is it fatal if it reaches the abdomen"

"I'm a little late on the inside, so there's actually a little more respite. Examine the literature... I learned that this magic medicine can fix the petrified area properly, but if it crumbles, it won't connect there, and I need to get the medicine ready before it's too late. The rate of recurrence over the years... seems to be quite high."

I see. From the end to the center of the body. Petrification progresses from outside to inside. Hands and feet can still live, but if petrification reaches the gut, it will be over. The evil eye principle of petrification held by races like Cocatrice and Basilisk is that it actually magically changes the opponent's state temporarily by resembling a transformation spell. So there is an anti-petrification ceremony to cancel petrification... but the principle is different that it doesn't work.

But the cure is known because there are magic drugs. Does this mean that if you don't know the cause, you won't know the result of trying various medications?

He said he looked into the literature, so I guess he had a pretty rough time until he had a treatment prospect.

And since it seems to be a disease specific to the Diabolos, it doesn't seem to be directly caused by mutations in the demonic environment.

In a similar illness...... there is King Eberberbert's temper erosion, but I don't know if it's the same principle as that. I can make some assumptions...

"Before you take your medication, can I just check your condition a little bit?

"Is it safe? Sure, it's not a contagious disease."

"I'll proceed with caution."

Examining it with circulating smell is right, but you should stop mixing Bloomwood's body magic with mine inside without knowing what caused it. Let me just send in this magic to explore the state of Bloomwood.

I will take the hands of those who are not petrified and carefully send this circulating magic in. That's how we explore the state from the magical side of Bloomwood. In particular, explore carefully, keeping an eye on the parts that are about to be petrified.

"This is..."

"You figured something out?

It is the face of the Diabolos who come up with my reaction. Even the bridge of the Sirius is under the impression that everyone is watching over it with a sip of spit.

"For once. But rather than say something at the moment...... I'd like to compare it to what's been going on since you drugged me just in case."

"Okay. Well, let's get you drugged."

When Verito nods with a serious look and draws water into the handkerchief, he drops the forehead tattoo magic with a cloth. Bloomwood opened his eyes thinly after a short while as everyone watched.

"Ooh. You guys. I heard you were going to make some money... but that was fast enough."

"We're all back on this street. I bought some medicine and came back, so give it a try."

"I'm sorry. I usually say things that look great to you guys. Bye, Zama."

"Nothing to worry about."

"Over there...... what about the kids?

Bloomwood turns his gaze on me.

"I say Theodore"

"He helped me with my job, he helped me. Well, he accompanied me because he said he knew how to heal."

Olerietta says Bloomwood has been giving me a hand when my body can't move.

"Apparently... you've been taken care of"

Bloomwood seems to have guessed something from what happened to Verito and the others.

"I don't care because I get the price."

That's what I said and laughed, and I took a step back and turned to see how things were going.

"Bloomwood. It's magic medicine."

"Oh. Thank you."

With that said, Bloomwood slowly drinks away when he receives a bottle containing medicine.

It was just magic medicine and the effect was dramatic. Little by little it reverts toward the end as the petrified place emits a blue and white light. First left hand, then both legs. He grips and opens his left hand, and Bloomwood nods.

"What do you say?

"You're not uncomfortable. And my legs... I can see my senses coming back. I feel a little tickled."

In response to such Bloomwood, Verito and the others smiled face-to-face.

"Yay...! He's back!

"I still... have to figure out if my body is going to get it all right back...!

"Oh, you did!

Ankles, heels. The back of the foot. Cheers leaked from the face of the Diabolos as Bloomwood moved his toes back to the tip of his nails.

"I did it!

"Good! Bloomwood!"

and is a bloomwood that is hugged and rubbed.

"You guys, hey, calm down...!

That's what I said and Bloomwood smiled happily.

"Oh...... Good for you, Mr. Bloomwood!

"It's really good to be back on track......!

Even the bridge of the Sirius seems to be boiling with joy. Therapeutics work as documented and most importantly. The problem seems to be the high recurrence rate. Let me see the state in circulating smell again about this, and if the hypothesis is correct, I can take measures to deal with it, maybe.