"Davar... Shadow Oulu has discovered a watchman"
'I don't necessarily have one watchman. They may have additional surveillance personnel to monitor the surveillance officers, so please continue your search just in case. Until then, the monsters will drag the soldiers around.'
In spite of subsequent searches, no new monitors were discovered, and the Davals decided to move on to the next step.
"Fell, please jam communications to a range that includes surveillance officers. After that, we need to get rid of the watchmen."
Roger that.
I don't even give him time to stand up, and a sneaky shadow owl takes me back to the dungeon after the watchman.
'Well... Your Excellency (My Lord) told me to conduct an exercise... Fell, do you have any good ideas?
"How's the fog? If this is not the case, we won't be able to confirm the operation. '
"I see. So let's go."
A few moments later I was covered in so much white darkness that I wasn't even sure what was going on one step ahead when I thought there was a mist standing around the area and wanting to cage it.
"Well... whether it works or not"
The surroundings have been covered in white mist since earlier, and it is difficult for the enemy to see what is going on around them. How long will this situation last?... for how long? No, since when (...) did this happen? I feel like earlier, and I feel like this situation for about three days now... Well... where am I going (...)? No, which way did (...) you come from? I can't remember.
... I feel like I've been thinking about something important... No, I can't remember.... Remember? What?... What are you doing here? Where am I?
"Ooh!
Anyway, I'll scream. Expect some reaction.
"Ooh!
I can hear someone. The reply is clear. That... who would that be?
"This way."
Someone is calling. I heard it from that one. If you go over there, you'll know something.
"That's a lame thing..."
'Is that a fog that causes you to lose your memory or judgment... it's horrible'
"A soldier from the war comes fluttering by just one call."
"Always Your Lordship's thoughts are nowhere near ours."
Inhibition of recognition and loss of perception. The fog Crowe ordered Davar and Fell to develop had been endowed with a kind of dark magic. Those trapped by this fog lose their memory of the last few hours, are driven mad by the spatial and temporal perception of where they are and where they come from, and suffer from a lack of judgment. As a result, they are attracted to just a call as if they were invited… to the entrance of a dungeon.
Five adventurers and twenty-five soldiers who came to hunt Pitt's demons, plus one surveillance officer, and thirty-one fell into Pitt's hands for no reason.