Boundary Labyrinth and the Foreign Magician

"What about changing places and talking? There is no denying telling the story, but what goes into the boulder can be found in this place."

They have told it that way after consulting. Right, right. That's exactly what I want.

"Okay. I will now introduce you to your companions, even here. You can come out."

When I said that without daring to call my name, Corliss turned up a little further away in the tunnel.

Corliss, whose right forefoot also comes out of the floor to greet him. I say it as if they were a little confused as they greeted me back with one hand up so that I could follow them too.

"Are you using dirt demons..."

"A giant earthdragon... a demon you don't know..."

"In the north, it's a demon called the Beryl Mall. I have other companions away from home, but should their introduction be when we meet face to face"

Beryl Mall is a demon that is not distributed where they live. Earthdragons, I guess there are regular earthdragons because it makes sense.

"A companion... a companion of the country?"

"Right. So far, there's no national traffic against Neschfel, so we're neutral."

So we travel from the deepest part to the exit through the tunnel.

The inside of the tunnel is a little narrow for Corliss to enter, but it is not particularly problematic because it can be moved to swim face out of the floor area. Is it the Beryl Mall technique, or the intensity after going through seems to be rising.

They were watching Corliss like that with interest.

That's how I travel for a while, and eventually I see the exit.

Where we left off was the exposed area of the rock. Weathered large rocks are everywhere... is it just a good place to avoid people? The entrance is shaded by rocks and made in a way that makes it look like a natural cave in a position that is hard to see.

While carefully exploring their surroundings, they used the technique of paying people, the technique of soundproofing, the dark magic of sun protection, etc. That's a unique magic circle.

Eventually, you could confirm that there was no one around you, and you turn around here and each take off your mask and show your face.

All men and women have eyes on their foreheads. I guess it's still a pedigree trait, not just a leader figure.

The clothes... seem to fit Neschfel's stuff. The people of Neschfel are also wearing thin clothes during the day, but it seems that many wear them during the night to prevent the cold. Cover the third eye during night behavior and you can blend in, maybe.

"Let's name it. I say Theodor-Wilcloud-Gartener-Forestania. I come from the Verdogal kingdom of the north. This is Corliss from Beryl Mall."

Corliss also emerges from the ground, showing his whole body before greeting him. When I received the bag from Corliss, they also said, "Oh. An earlier child," he said, raising his voice as he was convinced. That's the thing.

"I'm from the South. The Rapshem of the Gimmels."

"It's Enmel."

"It's Leshtam."

When I introduced myself, they each named me after a unique thank you. It seems that the leader is Rapshem.

The Gimmels? Although it was Verdogal's neighbors who were also on stage in the BFO, and not a family with any preliminary knowledge at all.

At the end of their introduction, they again wore the same masks. Though Rapshem remains unmasked.

"The Kingdom of Verdogal? I'm not familiar with the countries of the North, but I'm told it's a peaceful and rich country."

And, says Rapshem. The Gimmels don't look very bright on the outside public relations either. Verdogal also has a long history and the country is stable, so such stories seem to be telling, but from the mouthfeel, I am not under the impression that I know new information.

Well, when you explain this, it's from public opinion.

"Explain the circumstances, huh? If it's easy to say, the Neshfers brought out our treasure, so they took it back. There was a witness statement from the Neshfers before and after the seal on the sanctuary was broken. I followed a line with the help of the Spirit. I have been able to confirm that what they wore in the process was identical to the equipment of the Kingdoms, and that they entered the King's Capital."

Rapshem says by doing his right hand around his forehead with only the third eye open. A small whirlpool of wind wrapped around his left hand towards the sky. Silf's appearing on my hands, and he's turning a grin on me.

Serving the Spirit of the Wind...... No, I'm not a demon of use, but is there some kind of magical connection? I guess they use a technique like exchanging individual contracts with the Spirit.

"Is that information from the spirits?"

"Oh. We have the art of temporarily synchronizing with the spirits. The little spirits don't hold their memories for long, but if they're in tune, they'll have a temporary effect on our nature. It stretches the time to forget, what you see, what you feel… it's possible to share memories."

Is it in tune with the Spirit? Interesting technology inside… but surely it's easy to track and identify the person's gear.

He made a warning later and was preparing for the recapture as he watched the Neschfel side come out. Is it enough to decide from the perspective of the Rapshems that they are unwilling to give back soldiers around where they were augmenting the South?

But, well, the decision is somewhat early. While they realize the possibility that the Gimmels are moving, they are in a position to consider dealing with the remnants of the denomination. It would be even more unfortunate if the Kings only knew they were going to be raided in that regard.

That said, the Rapshems believed to some extent in what I told them about Neschfel, so they revealed their names and faces, and they probably told me what was going on. If... I think I need to speak with some stomach cracking, too.

"Well, I'll tell you what's going on. Shall we talk somewhere a little cooler and calmer?"

"Hmm. Is there a place like that?

The Rapshems tilt their necks.

"Yeah, it's right around the corner."

That's why I walk a little out of the rocks. The Sirius was also just around the corner, and as they entered the camouflage field, they voiced surprise.

"What, that one?

"We were blind by the art of light and wind, but that's the ship we came on from Verdogal. I say the Sirius."

Tallap is coming down, so let's get in there and show him to the bridge. The Gimmels don't seem to have much to do with demons either, because they didn't seem so pinned when they heard about the Order of Demon Worship... I have to explain it from the way the world accepts it, etc.

That's why I'm going to lead you inside the Sirius and introduce you to the faces you're accompanying and everyone in Forestania's communications room.

The Rapshems seemed confused at first, but eventually they returned their greetings normally, whether they had gotten used to it or reopened it as well.

"Not surprisingly. It's a big difference between what you see and what you hear."

"Once upon a time, there were people with similar characteristics to their peers. He was born different from the Gimmels, and he had eyes on his forehead acquired."

and Tesdiros answers Leshtam in a calm tone. About Zaradi, right?

"Besides, I don't think you need to be frightened senselessly just because you look different."

"Right. We actually had the characteristics to be feared as a species..."

To Oldia's words, Wimberg laughs bitterly.

"Demon, huh? We've only heard stories and rumors... but the spirits aren't scared of you."

"Sometimes we chose the path of coexistence and reconciliation with people, but we sealed our racist traits. There's no difference between what the world says about demons being dangerous."

Osgrave responded quietly.

"I see...... He said it was the patrimony of the Order, but is that still from these connections?

"You could say that. It's a long story, so I thought I'd settle down on the Sirius and talk."

Well, let's talk about it in order. The spirits have reacted and they believe me, and I need to explain it properly.