Boundary Labyrinth and the Foreign Magician

"If I decurse the technique that depends on building materials in this neighborhood, will I be able to move freely?

"... fear, ku. No, no problem, I think I can."

When I suggested that to the mineralian Seward, I had such a response after a few thoughts.

I thought about cutting it out as a way of rescuing it, or decursing it and then leaving it to Seward, but, well, I'm not sure where to from where Seward's body is, and even though he can't exert much power, isn't it easier to leave it to Seward to some extent?

Seward seems confident enough to correct the words as well, so it would be a good idea to move quickly to execution.

Prepare a leather bag filled with demonic stone powder from Rosemary's magic bag and draw a magic formation around the floor where Seward is located. We don't need to widen the range, so the magic circulation stays in use and is fine. If we magically unfolded the curse ritual all at once on the floor, the broken sound of glass sounded.

The magic that was placed in the surrounding floor degenerates, and at the same time, the building material gets stuck and some man-made object comes up off the floor to wake up the upper body.

The floors are diagonal, so some of them look like they've been people-shaped and standing up vertically. Because the spell no longer suppresses you, your vitality and magic increase at once, and you concentrate around the heart where people say you are.

I wonder if a nucleus of texture like black opal has appeared, from which life and magic spread throughout the body of the stone. The cluttered hands, feet and faces that seemed to have cut the floor into human shapes are also... perhaps shaped like mineralians.

Crystals stretched out of his head like hair or a helmet, and black spheres were shaped around his eyes like onyx.

Eye lids and mouths have also been formed... and they deserve to be called living golems. Except for important areas, the floor building materials seem to be used as is, but they were originally forcibly assimilated to the floor.

"Ooh...... It's been a long time... since I've been able to move freely. Most of the time... my body has shrunk."

And Seward says in a voice color that touched him as he held and opened his hand. Right. At the stage of rebuilding the body, it seemed to have become somewhat smaller and eventually settled down to about the size of a child. Nevertheless, most of the language seems to have become more fluent than earlier.

"Thank you for finding me and helping me."

And this is Seward speaking to Corliss and me. Corliss nodded and offered his hand, and Seward also responded with a handshake to it.

As it was, Seward followed Corliss and me in a handshake.

Start by briefly introducing yourself, then scratch the situation and talk.

"Actually - I'm here to find out if there's any danger in this place. Looks like he was lurking in something, but can you tell me what you know? Of course, we'll take you somewhere safe."

"You are benefactors. If there's anything I can do to help, I'd love to."

Seward said so and responded comfortably. Now, would you like me to show you to a disguised base near the ground and let you calm down a little and talk to me? You won't be comfortable in this place.

There will be no enemy trap on the boulder, but it may be a good idea to have Avril present as well.

"I... was on a journey to see the new land because the settlements where my people live have become so narrow."

So change the place, once you leave the palace, lay the cloth at the top of the aisle, and be ready to listen.

Apparently there's nothing wrong with Seward's emotional movements from Avril's point of view. Seeing Seward, he nodded quietly and introduced himself.

Seward and the mineralians don't need regular food and beverages, and if there's a place with the right magic, they can live with it.

The life expectancy is fairly long, but growth and reproduction depend on the place, so when the population becomes overcrowded, they embark on journeys to find new settlements.

"At that time - I was walking in the woods looking for a place that looked good - oh, yeah. That's when I heard you sing."

"Singing?"

Seward nodded as Illumhilt tilted his neck.

"Yes, it was a strange singing voice with no man or woman."

Following that singing with concern, they were gathering other demons as well. He said there were some barbarians and dangerous demons, but that no one and he cared about the surroundings and were in love with the singing. Seward also faded consciousness for a moment - from there it was a moment.

When I wondered if the magic formation had spread at my feet, it felt like my body was being pulled somewhere, and I was in a strange building when I realized it. And that was inside the floating palace.

The distinction between summoning and transferring magic is difficult just to listen to, but the raiders used summoning, and Zenobia is a people of the moon. Either way, it's not strange.

"Kind of a curse, I wonder. I can't believe I'm using you for that."

Illumhilt closes his eyes with a frown root.... right. Attracting something and causing it to lose its normal ability to judge is a behavior found in harpy, seylane, etc. which has become ferocious due to magic buildup entanglement...... I wouldn't feel good about it as an illumhilt.

"It was in that building hall... and suddenly he attacked me. I mow the neck of the auga I was close to, rambling around depending on allowances and eating it up and breaking it. It was like a beast, like a worm, similar to a plant. I was also devoured, crushed, but desperately assimilated to the floor, trying to escape."

That's how they've been trapped in palace building materials ever since. Inside the palace, it was possible to communicate floors and walls, but it was difficult to escape. Fortunately, the magic was abundant and there was no obstacle to life activities.

"Ever since, it's been tough."

Ashley says, Seward laughs a little mocking herself.

"After I found out that there was no way out, I didn't really work my thoughts in case I couldn't find them, I spent like a regular stone, so I wasn't feeling that much pain... I don't know how much I was in the palace"

From the point of view of mineralians, it seems that it is as easy as spending years or decades dropping the level of activity, although the condition is that the environment is even good.

"Didn't that opponent look like this?

Borrowing a lantern from Mallane, Seward opens his eyes to the sight when he shows the memory of the battle between Loggi and the Raiders he showed in the Tree of Wisdom.

"Similar. It was usually a shadow of all sorts, seemingly preying on various organisms to capture their abilities. When I was attacked, it was much smaller, but it was getting bigger"

Right...... Could this have supported the fact that the raiders and the palace predators are almost identical? Judging by the magnitude, chronologically, it seems to be before Loggi's assault. I can imagine that he was smaller at the time, even from the expression of eating and breaking.

And Seward seemed forced to spend quite a while with him in the palace.

"Again, El Bellure tangled, huh? It's very troublesome in nature."

Parteniara frowns at Seward's words.

"Afterwards - does it have anything to do with its origins and the current state of the demonic world,"

Mallane snorts, too, when Grace says with a serious look.

"Right. Is it an artificial magic creature or some kind of accomplishment? Or is it something born naturally..."

The discernment is not yet informative enough... but in any case, if it has to do with the situation in the demonic world, it seems to me that the principle of action is to take over the will of King Elberulet and Zenobia.