"An ancient dungeon with holy magic... is that what the royal family keeps hidden"

Yalta Bishop Bocca I, who received the report, laughed niggardly with the liquor cup in his hand.

"The Yalta boys?

"Yes. Where did you hear that, the royal family is trying to gain the power of forbidden, through God's enemies..."

"I see... the combination of sacred magic and dungeon reminds me of the skeleton dragon that appeared in Vazari - the combination of sacred magic and undead. Is it possible to associate it with Batla, the evil god where the new doctrine of Yalta preaches..."

"... so the royal family, which is exclusively investigating the investigation of the sealed ruins of Shaldo, is trying to gain the wicked power of the Evil God,... hey, how dare you say that"

"But it's quite a skillful hand. Linking the critical royal family to Yaltaism with evil gods, but also with physical evidence. If you don't remember feeling guilty, stop monopolizing the investigation of sealed sites."

"Whichever way we fall, we have a benefit to ourselves"

"Changing the doctrine after the advent of the Skeleton Dragon couldn't spare the impression of muddy rope, but now it's the advent of a sealed ruin that would endorse that doctrine. Yaltanism's credibility would have gone up. The disobedience of the faithful must cease."

He was with me in his reluctant face at the lack of Yaltanism loopholes, but eventually he speaks of the suspicions that came to his mind by General Rover.

"... but isn't that sealed ruin different from a dungeon?

"According to the results of the investigation, it seems to draw a line at least with what is known today as a dungeon. You can't find any trace of the monster on top of the fact that it's built on the assumption that a large number of humans will operate, such as the placement of small rooms or traces of plumbing that seem to be some kind of supply network."

"Then it's just a saying that it's a dungeon, and then it's a saying that you're bonding with an evil god. Why don't you tell him that?

"It's true that some of the doors and walls of the ruins consist of materials homogeneous to those of the dungeons. That's enough to support their claim."

The King speaks of the concern in his heart as he looks sideways at General Rover, silent with a flashy expression.

"... so the Yalta fucking kids... they haven't noticed those items (...)?

"At least it doesn't seem to be spreading as a rumor. There is still a chance that you will notice the value of the information and keep your mouth shut..."

"Well, you'll be fine. I was very concerned about secrecy."

"Besides, if you don't know about the footprints found in Morrow, it's just an ancient relic"

"Yes, something similar to the footprint left in Morrow's dungeon - a substitute that can be imitated by our technology - was already engraved on the sole of a shoe over 500 years ago, I don't know."

"Now that we are almost certain that Xu is in bond with the Dungeon Master and the Necromancer, Xu can be regarded as a Demonic or at least a Demonic Neighbor. There is similarity between the footprints left behind and the inscriptions on the soles of the shoes that were dumped in the sealed ruins…"

"If you are the owner of a simple head, the Lord of Sealed Ruins can jump to the conclusion that the Demon Nation"

"But... what about the truth? Sir Warren?"

"To be precise, that's what the Demons use the same technology as the Lord of Sealed Ruins. Maybe that shoe sole technique was once commonplace. The war has lost its skill in our hands, and we can think of all the possibilities that remain in the hands of the Demons."

"If anyone knows a clue... an elf"

"Right. Among the relics (garbage) were bone daggers that elves were likely to use. The blade was missing, it was completely old, but it seemed that there was a magic of preservation or something hanging on it, and the analysis was possible. According to that analysis, it's a dragon bone."

"The Dragon Bone Knife… It's a dish that elves seem to like."

"Yi."

"Um... who the hell was the lord of the sealed ruins?

There was no one on the spot who could answer the king's whining (...).