Helper teacher of magic girls' school

About the day Luu and the others arrived in Alessia, the town of Castle Fort.

One carriage secretly departed from the town's government building after 1 a.m. late at night, when the date also changed.

At first glance it was a luxurious carriage that nobles could use, but for some reason there was not a single knight of escort to follow.

Instead of escorts, oddly enough, there is not even a figure of a man on the carriage's podium.

Connected horses run out of town as if they knew where they were going.

The spinning wooden wheels of the diseased carriage make a noise of dryness on the cobblestone of the road surface.

It wasn't my fault that the noise sounded so cold even though it was summer.

'Master Lu noticed... you stupid son of a consul, you are still fascinated by the Dark One. He's about to make contact with the Dark One. "

'... there is certainly a sense of underworld in this town... it's going to be a little funny'

Apparently, it was Gilberto, the son of Aleus Krueger, the Alessian town consul, who took the carriage out.

Those watching the running carriage were not human either.

They are misty spiritual bodies (astrals) that do not have entities, and they follow them unnoticed by their opponents.

Eventually, the carriage, which ran to sew its way in, eventually enters the off-limits area of the town with dignity.

"I've heard from people in this town... that there's only an abandoned castle ahead... but maybe you're not there, Amon."

'Maybe Barbatos is right. It's our people, isn't it?

'Say stupid, don't put me with a liar like that...'

It was Barbatos the devil and Ammon, Luu's squire, who were talking from earlier, and they already seemed to know who they were going to confront.

The two spiritual bodies of the devil (Astral) were watching Gilberto as they interacted in a conversation.

"Oh! I knew he was going to the old castle."

Apparently, Barbatos predicted it.

Amon strained to show his usual sober, unpleasant heightened feelings.

'... Barbatos, don't raise your voice too loud. We keep the Magic Wave in check. If you let the waves rock so unnaturally, they'll notice you.'

'Fuck, yeah. After we suppress the magic waves, there's no point in hanging simulated magic. All right, let's just say we report to Master Lew'

Barbatos, embarrassed by Ammon, laughed prankily, sending a message to the Lord Lu.

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A painting of the town of Alessia had become an off-limits area, not just for people inside and outside the town.

There are traces of ancient battlefields.

It is a sign that the Royal Rhodonian Army entered the town and fought the Valentine's Army.

This battlefield trail accounts for a significant proportion of the town.

It's inefficient that you're letting such a large lot play around in town.

So it was only natural for the rulers to further the land and set up new buildings to think about the development of the town.

But when they moved to execution, generations of consuls and construction officials were hit by unexplained accidents and accidental deaths.

At first they thought it was just a coincidence or an absurd superstition, but because it overlapped, the redevelopment of the land was finally halted and eventually abandoned.

Inside this painting is a building called 'Ancient Castle'.

It's a trace of an old big fort, but the stone building has almost collapsed.

Criminals and people without homes lived temporarily in the remainder of the building, but instead of construction because they went missing one after the other, access to the compartment itself was prohibited.

Gilberto's carriage was parked in front of such a sarcastic place.

Immediately as the door opened, one Gilberto with a frightening look stepped down.

Gilberto, which is not usual because of his condition, turned to the chapel in the ancient castle.

The chapel was originally a sacred place to pray to the Genesis God and the Apostles, who are believed on this continent, but full of disgusting temptations that do not suit them.

It is the so-called sign of darkness, and temporally it is easy for the different worlds to join together: the present world (depression) and the everlasting world.

As a result, the conditions are in place for the inhabitants of the underworld and the demonic world to come more than the 'gates' to the deliberately created or accidentally opened otherworlds.

Inside the chapel, in the ordinary man, he falls instantly, full of the spirit of the underworld that leads to death.

But Gilberto walks away fine like nothing's going on in there.

There was an altar when I walked for a while.

When Gilberto kneels before him, he is closing his eyes and starting to chant something.

It was a form of summoning magic spirits.

"Mazbi, Motherv, Ak, Yok, Sharios...... Kozebed, Ha, Nyak, Kin, Caremo, Kehou......"

It echoes in a spirit filled with high and low chants.

Gradually the altar in front of Gilberto began to glow.

"Come on! He who dives deep into the underworld! A mighty man who brings disaster and hatred and fear to the sons of many (and more) people! Give me that immense power!

Gilberto's heightened magic reached its peak, and from his mouth the spirits of decision were released.

"Summon (Sammon)!

Pan!

Then the atmosphere sounded, and something huge rose up on the altar.

"Ha ha! Gilberto! My faithful apostle! Did you call me?

"Yes! Great warrior, Lord Berito, the Great Duke of Red! Let's sacrifice to you at last!

Appearing before Gilberto's eyes was the 'Devil' who made the warrior appearance he deserved to call the Grand Duke of Red.

He is a successful nobleman wearing a golden crown, wrapped in a red surcoat, and straddled by a red horse.

The hair was blonde and had a fine mustache of the same color. The look was stylish, but the cunning eyesight and unpleasantly hung mouth angle ruined everything.

"Is that true? Wouldn't that be true? You can't lie, you're lying!

"Yes! As you said, falsehood is a sin. It's up to you to report that we have all the sacrifices you can offer!

"Ha ha! Tell me about the sacrifice! Like your father, the dying old man, he won't accept any men!

That was a frightening fact.

Apparently Gilberto sold his soul to the devil, the inhabitant of darkness, and tried to sacrifice his real father.

"I understand and I will sit down. I have seven young healthy daughters in my home this time. Take your soul and body freedom with the secret medicine you prescribe and bring them here."

"Fuho, that's good, that's ha! The witchcraft of the women, huh?

"Yes! That's the wizard, so I know your Excellency will love it."

Fu ho ho ho ho ho!

When I hear Gilberto's words, the devil Berito's high laughter woods the spirit.

"Then, my lord, as promised!

"That would be good! Isn't that what you wanted? Kill my father, and let my family take control of the city, and make you king of the land. Whether it's made with my alchemy or with a lot of gold."

"Ha! Thank you. Happy!"

It was that moment.

Ha ha!

It was the voice of a young man completely different from the devil Berito, whose high laughter echoed throughout the chapel.