Falling Mage and the Power of Divergence

D'Arta didn't know, such as there was a staircase leading from a room like an abandoned house deep in the Episcopal Church to the basement. On the contrary, I've never even known such a room.

But there's no point in Dalta not knowing. Because there is only one Arthur-One in the Episcopal Church who knows the underground space that extends beyond, including the existence of this room. Even the Seven Wise Men, who reign at the top of the Episcopal Church, have not been able to grasp the existence of underground space, including this room.

"What the hell lies ahead..."

At the end of the stairs is dark and cannot capture the structure, but Dalta gets goosebumps in the disastrous atmosphere that flows out from beyond. A space where what lies ahead seems so mixed with negative emotions that it doesn't seem like it belongs in this world.

Even Dalta thinks he doesn't want to step in if he can.

"Is D'Arta confident in magic manipulation?

"Is it magic manipulation? For once."

Magic manipulation is a technique that manipulates magic, as its name suggests. Generally speaking, the higher the technology, the more powerful it is when exercising magic. If we were to give an example, how can we approach the ratio of ingredients when there is a perfect ratio of ingredients in cooking?

Naturally, the closer you get to that ratio, the more delicious you can serve. Magic is the same, and magic power is supposedly exceptionally increased if the right amount of magic can be used. But this is common, and while some magicians derive their optimal ratio just by feeling, Dalta, who is true to the basics, was good at this magic manipulation.

Confirmed about Dalta's magic manipulation, Arthur wraps his magic around his body as if to show an example. That somewhere resembles Seyya's "entangled light," but unlike Seyya, who pours magic into her body, the only thing Arthur entangles is the surface of her body. To put it plainly, it feels like we're putting together magic armor.

"Make sure you wrap your body with magic and make armor."

"Armor...... uh, here's the thing?

"Well done."

Darta has surpassed Arthur's expectations and created a much more precise armor of magic. Apparently her technology is quite something.

And strangely, with his magical armor together, Dalta feels weakened by the disastrous aura he felt earlier.

"This is..."

"Look, don't untie the magic armor from now on. Otherwise they'll drink."

"He said he would be drunk... to what?

"Negative. That's what you ask after you see it."

As Arthur dives underground without hesitation, Dalta also continues in advance. And the two stepped into that space that existed beneath the Episcopal Church.

The staircase leading down to the basement was longer than you could have imagined. He says he keeps going down for more than five minutes, but he never sees the ground. If Arthur doesn't illuminate the perimeter with balls of light, he can't see anything. From that space, he gets negative emotions over his magical armor as well.

It is not impossible to be told that that space, as if the air itself were constituted by fear, would be drunk without the armor of magic. But Dalta's feelings will soon be dispelled.

"The stairs end here."

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"Spread the lights first at once"

"Ugh..."

The moment I get down on the spot, the air strikes Dalta so dense and disastrous that I think the negative emotions I've had are cute. D'Arta pressed her mouth into the air and fell.

"Don't disturb the magic."

"Ha... yes..."

Though I managed not to unravel the magic armor, its complexion is so bad. An objective look at that change in less than enough time would be an anomaly. D'Arta closes her eyes and takes a slow, deep breath, getting up when she thickens her magic armor. And I lost my word to the sight that spreads in front of me.

"This place..."

It was once used as a barn.

A number of innkeepers came into the sight of Dalta so much that it seemed as if it would last forever. Could it belong to a prisoner in it, with numerous bones rolling around, some of which can also be seen like blood stains. There was something like a big stone rolling in the abdomen of the skeleton that seemed to belong to the prisoner, but the moment he saw that stone, Dalta is convinced that it is a demon seal stone.

"We used to let prisoners swallow because we didn't have the technology to process magic seal stones."

"Swallow the Demon Seal Stone..."

"Some of them naturally didn't try to swallow them, but they were forced to swallow them, or they were drilled in the abdomen and implanted directly"

At the same time as Dalta's face blued in its terrible ways, he understood the identity of the negative emotions occupying this space. That's resentment. Perhaps the prisoner's resentment stayed and amplified over hundreds of years to create so much space.

"What the hell did the people who were caught here do?

"Well a lot, but many of them were the worst criminals in Leiria at the time, caught for treason against the king. It was the old Episcopal Church that managed this hut that was able to accommodate them. But with the fall of the kingdom this institution was forgotten, and now it is a place no one knows. It was so noisy at the time, but now it's so quiet"

Mouthfeel as if you've seen it in person, but as far as the state of the skeleton goes, it's at least two hundred years after death, so you'd imagine, Dalta thought.

"Well, let's hurry up."

"That Saint Knight"

Dalta waited for Arthur to make his way down the passage where the prison would spread. She wanted to come this far and ask what the hell she wanted to do.

"Why did we come here?

"I know that at a time. You're almost there. Follow me."

"Yes, sir"

Dalta replied in confusion. Apart from that tone, my body walked out honestly. I guess it was because I was afraid to be alone in a space containing strong resentment.

Looking left and right as he walked, he could see that every cell had bones of prisoners with stones in their abdomen, many of whom had been caught. D'Arta wonders what the hell lies ahead of such a space, but we just have to be honest.

The destination location could be seen even from afar because the lights had already stretched far. The moment he sees it, D'Arta feels a different air drifting.

What was there was a double open door made of large trees. He'll be ten times his height. I can tell that the wooden door is metalworked with edges, but it's pretty old.

"Is this the destination?

"That's right. I'll open it. Help me."

"Yes, sir"

The two push as hard as they can when they put their hands on each door. It's a door that didn't even freak out at first, but as it continues, it makes a noise called Gigi and moves out slightly. And when I pushed it all in at once, the space inside jumped into my sight.

It was a large space with a ceiling higher than the door. And at its center, there are about twelve large icebergs, no, ice chunks, that let the cold air flow.

When he saw the ice chunks, D'Arta immediately noticed. to the fact that a human being is trapped in it.

The sight that came into D'Arta's sight is of twelve humans made of ice. Unlike earlier skeletons, the flesh remains firm.

"Is this also a sinner...?

"No, these guys aren't"

"So how did this happen?

"These guys were waiting."

"Were you waiting?

Everyone in Dalta has no idea what that means.

"Yes, at this time. When an emperor with the power of holiness and night appears."

"What the hell are they..."

"These are the first thirteenth apostles. My men were called knights on the round table."

It took Dalta a few seconds to understand the words.