Hagusa Spiritualist Examination Record - Knights of the Virgin and Healing Divinity

Mr. Presha will take me and Leslie to the plains south of the fortress as carriage owners. His Highness, along with the two Kingsguard knights, was leading us.

As yet, no grey soil had reached the Lord of the farm we had previously met. But now you've decided it's dangerous, and the family is starting to get ready to leave the house.

"Are you... are you kidding me, Fortress Isle Rose, General...!?

"I'm sorry I'm late. We prevent the erosion of dead land. You must evacuate once."

"But... even before, you were better off in that forest, and the expansion of dead land stopped. Now, there are far more demons, and I didn't know they could be stopped..."

"Still, we have to stop it. Because it is the duty of the Knights to protect their people."

You felt His Highness's determination, the Lord of the farm did not stop any more. With all the haste, he drove away in the direction where we came from, carrying his family and the luggage they would need during evacuation into a carriage and fleeing gray land.

"Your Highness... I am working with Dr. Glass and Mr. Diete to defeat that demon once and for all. I'll take care of this..."

"If that number of demons arrives, none of us will be able to cope even with you. Don't worry about me, we'll clear the way together."

"Ha ha... sorry, I said something I didn't think about...!

The mutant species of Iraqsa germinating from the underground stems in the earth and appearing on the surface - it represents itself from countless gray lands, stretching to such heights as to rush through heaven, twirling like a snake, as if it rejects all that goes on to the garden of abandonment.

Even if the two are a thousand fierce generals on one horse, it's impossible to avoid countless togey leaves and proceed while claiming demons that can't be stopped without stabbing the roots - the last time as one, but too many this time.

(interfering with plants...... no, not in this state. Very, very unlikely to be able to interact)

"My Summoner... I hear a very sad voice from that forest"

"Eh... G, Brother Glass. This kid, where are you coming from..."

Did you think Arlaune was comfortable, wanting to go back to the bulb roots herself, and was kept by Leslie - sometimes with her head out of the collar of her jacket?

"I'm saying it's painful, lonely. We, the flowers, just give you water, will wither away... about your husband, call him to the fullest and ask him for help..."

"... well. Not if you're stopping here... if Euselisis is calling about us. That voice should be heard by me."

The disastrous appearance of a wild grass demon - but it is also due to the mindlessness of the God-tree that has been forgotten by the people.

I got off the carriage and shouted as far as my voice could at the woods where demons held me back and I couldn't see.

"Divine Tree Eusericis, can you hear me! I will take Her Royal Highness Princess Astina there! Almost there, we will definitely get there...... so wait for me!

But the call is also vain, with several new demons appearing, and demons filling the gray wilderness.

Do we have to get rid of the demons and move on? If they stop there, the gray land will spread even further and swallow up to that farmer.

"Summoner... oh, from the woods, the wind... it's not 'sick air', because clean air flows through it. Shh!

Arlaune calls his temper 'sickness'. Yes - the phenomenon now is happening because the Divine Tree is suffering from disease.

Plants can purify the soil and air and restore it to its natural appearance, which should be over time.

- The Divine Tree still leaves only a small amount of power to create a clean air. Why you brought it to us was obvious when you saw the demons react.

(Clear air, the demons are avoiding it... even if it's so wild, they remind us that we're family members of the Divine Tree)

Euselisis is giving us some clue. It was both me and Leslie who noticed that.

"Air...... yes, 'air'!

"... Dr. Glass, I was thinking about that too. With my magic, I can anchor the fresh air delivered from the Divine Tree to enclose our surroundings"

"Uh, I don't know because I'm not smart... you mean you can use the magic of doing those demons?

Leslie snorts. His Highness Astina, who watched it, left the horse to the Kingsguard knights who had been following him all along, ordering them to take a safe distance and wait.

"It would be easier for me to do it than riding a horse independently, too. Rendle, please."

"Yes, I did..." The air that is brought and purified by the Divine Tree. Wrap us up and be shields against evil '......!

Upon completion of the flowing chant, the air created by the Divine Tree was amplified to increase mass, becoming large spherical and enveloping the carriage.

"Are you all right? Keeping this state of affairs drains a lot of magic..."

"No...... less expensive than usual. I was wondering if it was thanks to His Highness's help..."

Normally, you can't use the magic of others. Convert magic into 'pure magic', accumulate it in magic crystals and become the first form available to anyone.

But His Highness Astina's magic masks that common sense. Whether I summon Arlaune or Leslie uses magic - I can borrow His Highness's magic without having to be aware of it.

"... Unlike when Glass called this kid, I don't feel so much power pouring out. Does that mean I have the power to support magicians?"

"Yes, probably...... but it's really rare. Unable to use the magic of others directly, because it is a constraint for all magicians"

"Really...? So why is my magic so special... my mother might know something..."

It is also suddenly found out for His Highness that he is confused.

But thanks to His Highness, Leslie was able to concentrate on controlling the magic of the air without having to worry about losing her magic.

"Dr. Glass, the demons are avoiding us! This will get you to the Tree of God!

"Yes, please, Mr. Presha!

"We're fine! Never mind, proceed at full speed! Arlaune, you're holding on tight."

"Ha, ha... su, it's a great shake... eh"

"Eh... Mr. Rendle, hold on tight... eh"

"You too, Glass. Don't let go of this hand, until I give you permission."

"So, Your Highness..."

The wheels of a carriage running through the wasteland jump up and down relentlessly. Among other things, His Highness holds my hand and firmly supports his body with his other hand. Arlaune is desperately clinging to His Highness - a small body, admirably tenacious.

Bear even as Leslie, who is concentrating on magic, is careful not to be thrown out of her seat. Just get to the Divine Tree a little sooner - at its heart.