Former General Is Undead Knight

"Are you glad no soldiers are good at it, brainwashed and enhanced? I guess it's you, the one who turned the Heinz into his own soldiers. I've been licked long enough to come alone without a spike."

"Enough is enough. The aim of moving them is not to exhaust you, but to make sure that you move alone. After that, we don't even have to let Zebedai get away"

To Simon's inquiry, "The Rose of the Subworld" responds in an unchallenged manner.

Simon laughed with his nose.

"I mean... you think you can beat me one-on-one. He has a lot of confidence in using humble witchcraft. Is that the magic of the Euterbe tribe?

Hearing the words, 'The Rose of the Subworld' distorts his mouth uncomfortably.

"Again, huh? I kept my mouth shut to the Cardinal... but I thought that was the place."

The Euterbe tribe is a tribe of the kingdom of Auns, formerly present during the War of Unity of the Eight Kingdoms.

He said he could manipulate the amplification or attenuation of a part of another's emotions with mana on the vibration of the sound and distort his will within the other person's unaware of it.

Originally, the Euterbe were nomads and preferred to play the harp and travel freely.

Only in the early days of the War of the Unification of the Eight, those in power who showed interest in their magic embraced them in an attempt to use them to polarize the will of warriors and the people.

And in history, when the kingdom of Auns lost its war, it was to be executed without a single person as a group of sorcerers who nested in the royal family and tilted the country by brainwashing.

"I don't know if he's a real descendant or simply a successor of skill, but I also have a little insight into the Euterbe tribe. I once captured a survivor in a heretical inquisition."

The alteration of will by sound cannot be stopped even by blocking the ears because it acts on the body's mana through vibration.

But if you know that beforehand, you can speak to yourself and discipline the waves of emotion.

Besides, Simon knew that although he had in the end only gained a vague knowledge of the brainwashing of the Euterbe tribe, it apparently took quite a while to distort his thoughts completely.

Simon has a long spiritual training in the Heinz Church in the first place, which makes him highly resistant to witchcraft that interferes with the spirit of this hand.

"I can't be stopped by such deceptive magic."

"... no matter, I'm not going to use you in the fight. Since the Euterbe tribe is not solely concerned with emotional manipulation by sound"

Saying so, 'The Rose of the Subworld' hangs his finger on the string of harps he had in his hand.

It was a calm, simple melody, but it was beautiful and even like a sweet dream.

Even Simon accidentally stopped his hand forgetting the situation.

It was a tone that made me feel so comfortable.

But just as soon as you get me back, stick your palms forward, drop your hips and take your stance.

"... I finally threw away the music, but I still know the value of this melody. It's a shame. As just an artist, I wish I had lived quietly."

"Respond to my voice, come from the subworld, Arlaune, the prison of the spreading."

As I finished saying it, a great magic formation emerged on the floor.

The walls and floors along the underground passageway are covered in cramps.

The sprawl in the footsteps of "The Rose of the Subworld" stretched and swelled, imitating the figure of a woman with green skin.

Even when it comes to the Spirit in unison, the law varies greatly between different worlds, as does the way we deal with the human world.

The Spirit of the Subworld basically hates humans.

Even if a high-ranking sorcerer succeeds in communicating, he will not respond to summoning magic first.

But the spirits of the subworld prefer only the sound of the harp of the Euterbe tribe, and within the reach of that sound it is possible to invoke it.

"… I see, on a large scale. If the spirit and the heart of the subworld fit together, is it the real Euterbe tribe? I thought we destroyed it, but I didn't think it was still there."

As far as Simon senses, the spread stretches over the passage twenty haynes (about twenty meters).

The crawl stretches out to each and tries to tangle Simon's body.

He kicks the floor, followed by a stretching crawl, bouncing around between the ceiling and the floor, and the wall, standing around trying not to be captured.

(It has scale and moves fast. I didn't know I could rely on this many spirits only for tone. BUT...... at a time when I was purposefully aiming my men away from me, my weaknesses are looking clear)

Simon mixed a feint with the motion, letting the motion prepend to the spreading, poking his way through between spreads.

Keep going around, take the back of 'The Rose of the Subworld' and stick your fists out.

Arlaune's body, nestled next to her on the verge, plays her fist with both hands and floats Simon into the air.

A floating Simon is targeted by a sprawl stretched from all directions, but Simon twists and dodges the sprawl of the first blow, kicks it, changes its own orbit and lands directly below it, escaping attack of the other sprawl.

"Your summoning magic is certainly powerful, but it didn't seem like you could capture this me. Besides... the Summoner must always be nearby to retain the Spirit, and he needs to keep playing the harp. The summoning magic is too big a gap. Maybe he thought he could handle it if he was alone, but there's no better way to beat you than if I could outrun the cramp. Give it up."

"No... that's it, you're done. We're ready."

That's what the woman says and changes the tune of the harp.

Even though the serene tone of the harp remained intact, it was harsh.

The apparently deliberately mixed discord invites anxiety about what you hear.

Simon kicks the crawl and flies around the aisle at high speeds, exploring the gap that approaches her again.

At the rate of spreading, we are not able to cope with Simon's movements.

For Simon, it was about the Arlaune body that was thorough in the protection of the Summoner.

It was also confident that in his next attack he would see through the movement and slap his palm bottom into the head of "The Rose of the Subworld".

"Respond to my voice and invite us. Oberon, ruler of the subworld."

With that voice, the world around Simon changed.

The dark underground passage disappeared and he was in the middle of a wide meadow.

Simon turns his body in a hurry and lands on the flower garden.

"What, is this...?

The sky shines in peaches, and in the distance you can see the colorful and radiant mountains.

The surrounding side was surrounded by flowers of cod colour.

There were also flowers with big mouths and spreads with the whole thing full of eyes.

Anyway, it was a different world.