Falling Mage and the Power of Divergence

Frestan in the north of the Kingdom of Leiria. Among them there were two figures in the city that could be called the northern end. They are both dressed in capes and can't tell their faces because they wear hoods deep, but they are dressed suspiciously because they see them. In addition, the two had asked how the hit was, and the figure was as if the fugitive himself fleeing the state organization.

But people walking around the two of them, instead of suspicious of those two, don't even try to turn their gaze. Rather than that, it was not otherwise unusual in that city, such as a person wearing a hood deeply, and it was a good look. To put it further, it is not uncommon to have criminals in that city.

The city is the northernmost part of Frestan. There is no name for the city. Though on the map, the only name listed is the city on the north end. But this is what people called the city. "Dead city," he said.

Dead city. It's not like people have been calling me this lately. Originally the city was developed around the northernmost defensive district of the Kingdom of Leiria and the designated checkpoint, initially there were only a few facilities for staff of the checkpoint to sleep in.

It would matter how long it took for that land pattern for people to come together and function as a city. Located at the northern end of the country, the climate was therefore cold, and it was cold that you should not live without wearing long sleeves all year round. In addition to such cold weather, the soil was poor, with desert-like drylands spread on one side of the perimeter, and people did not try to lean on it.

For this reason, not even a single private house was built around the city, and the staff of the inquisition lived with food, etc. sent from the Frestan Church. Only that it was a public facility for once, and supplies were being sent quite a bit.

And it is the humans of the ants, as they say, who laid their eyes on the supplies. It was ideal as a hunting ground, such as a place where people did not lean on it and supplies were in place. In the early days, they lived as bandits with bases near that district.

But naturally, there was no reason for the church to sit on such bandits, and a crusade order was immediately issued to the inquisition. But instead of obeying the order, the officers of the inquisition at the time gave the bandits charity.

by giving them a drink on certain terms.

That condition is to act as a mercenary hired by the inquisition instead of giving it an imposition. It was understaffed because the Warcraft were attacking it quite often in that district. So a man who was the head of the inquisition at the time defended the security of the district by giving him a drink of this proposal.

Since then, the city has heard rumors with the officials sent to the inquisition that Ant humans have gathered to develop as a city. So the average person is recognized as a city that doesn't lean on it first, but it doesn't mean it's insecure.

And back to the story, the two figures were on guard as they walked down the boulevard.

"Hey, if you watch so much, you're gonna get suspicious"

"I'm fine. There's only suspicious people here."

"That's why even we become suspicious people."

"No problem. We're very, very good questioners."

If you're a man who answers proudly somewhere, you look like a boy from your voice. And the swelling of the cloak around his waist shows that he has a weapon at his waist.

The other person can tell from his voice that he is also a man, but from that tone he probably grows up well. The stand-up also looks elegant somewhere.

"By the way, what are we going to do?

"It is decided. Let's go, to the Dark Realm."

"I know that. So how do we do it?"

"You usually decide to go through the inquisition. If you can't do that, you'll have to break through."

"Are you insane?

A man who can't hide his surprise in what his peers say.

"Naturally. The two of us would be able to afford it. Or are you scared, Basil Eight"

"That's not the problem, Real-Five. We're supposed to be the Thirteen Apostles, aren't we?

"Now I'm only a sinner who flipped an anti-flag"

That said, the boy took the hood better, and the boy's name, who showed his face with his golden hair, was Real-Five. A person who placed fifth in the thirteenth apostolic sequence and was a former student of the Senavian School of Magic.

And the other figure, like Real, held the position of the Thirteenth Apostle, and was Basil-Ate, alias Quickmaker.

"Sure it is..."

"And you promised them, too."

Those guys. That's to let Real and Basil get away with it, making it the same thirteenth apostle who took on Silforno's stepping stone in second place in sequence, Wise in twelfth place and Nana in thirteenth place in sequence. It wouldn't be safe considering the other guy is that Silforno-Second. That's what they thought.

That is why the two must help Seyya, who would also be confronted for them by Arthur the Holy Knight, who reigns further above Silforo. And the place I chose to rescue Seyya as soon as possible was this dead city.

The reason the two of you chose this city is simple. Already at this time, the two were rebels who flied an anti-flag against the Episcopal Church, and without anticipation, the news of the two would have passed through the churches of each province and to facilities leading to all the dark realms. So they chose this city that could easily be accessed by the humans of Translation Ali.

Even given the nature of the region Frestan, this place was ideal for both of us. The Frestan region is a meritocratic region, for better or worse. No matter who they are, you can shut them up as long as you have the strength. And the two are powerful enough to hold the rank of the Thirteenth Apostle.

I mean, for both of us, this city of death was the perfect city for nothing more.

"I have no choice. Stick to the Dark Realm like this."

"That breath."

I'm ready. Basil also takes off the hood he wore until then. Real with a niggling grin on such a basil figure.

"Hey, that..."

"Seriously."

"Is it real?

The people who were around the two suddenly looked like they couldn't hide their surprises from the two thirteen apostles. And as such a blurring echoes, the two head to the inquisition they are looking for.

Ten minutes later, the two appearances were near the interrogation center.

"Here."

"Oh."

Two people at the inquest. That's where the two find themselves strange.

"What the hell is all this fuss?

What they saw was a crowd that was able to be near the inquisition. We don't know what's going on at its center because there's quite a crowd of people here.

"Hey, what's going on!

Basil heads to the center of the crowd with a loud sounding voice. The nearby wild horses, surprised to see Basil and Real, pave the way and lead the two to the center of the noise.

Then he saluted Basil and Real at the same time, with the exception of one person who was at the centre of the noise. Apparently, they're officials of the inquisition. You're well trained around saluting with a surprised look on your face.

With that in mind, Real shifts his gaze to the killer-like person who was at the center of the noise.

"You..."

Real that makes me look a little surprised to see that person. That's the same with the other guy, who looks at Real's face and calls that name reflexively.

"Real-Christopher"

"Zill-Nefla"

It was the magician who made him the son of the premier magician Ifriel-Nefla and fought the Leiria Magic Games with Real.