Ihoujin, Dungeon ni Moguru

[03]

Magic is the work of reproducing God's feat.

The power is roughly divided into two systems.

The first is the force that is generated intensely like a flame, burns away, dies, and germinates again.

One is the ability to sway like water, but when it comes together it becomes a torrent that can't resist.

She learned so, and she's been seeing the world.

However, these two are not all of the world.

Some small forces cannot be perceived, and some are too large to be understood, such as the sun or the moon. It has the power to grow and grow roots quietly like a plant.

Magic is a force that can be perceived and exercised by humans.

A force of another dimension that is not so is nothing but foreign law.

Numerous wizards touched the foreign law, some went mad, some became clumps of salt, and some licked the city with fire.

The sorcerer whispers to her, hiding her voice.

"In my country, there is a great flaming surgeon who created the true flame called [Rob] and came closest to the end flame."

This is the name she heard several times during her wandering journey.

"But this man. He was talented but he wasn't blessed.

"Death King Mitera?"

Burn the south central continent with yourself. He is a deadly sinner made of uninhabitable glass and sand.

The damage did not stop there, and secondary disasters caused by massive numbers of refugees and abandoned people were immeasurable.

And the despised name is [Death King].

"That's right. He spent the rest of his life cleaning up his disciples. Rare talents are also wasted due to the shackles of personality. It's deplorable."

"In order to take over the Royal Palace, it's much better than a master who is trapped by a disciple. Like you ..."

A scammer, a great magician, smiled faintly.

She was not confirmed.

However, as I gained experience and looking at people, I realized that Garving was a waste among human waste.

"You are not such a vessel that ends in such a frontier. In fact, you have gone into and into Elysium without doing anything.

"What did you get by selling such a great disciple?"

"History. The lost history that Elysium hides behind the scenes"

She was about to laugh.

"I knew that history long ago. You're really stupid."

“……………”

She felt silly and frustrated, smiling.

In fact, it is a smile that seems to have eaten more than a great magician.

The screams and the ending are not over for a while.

"And what are Rob and Mitera?"

"There is a reason for Mitella's wrongdoing."

"Reason?"

The physician's disciple caused the disaster in madness.

Rumor has it. After all, it is a rumor.

"We have been worried about the power of Elysium, which has long been worried that Mitella is a great three sorcerer. The burnt beast is an imitation made of the chunk of meat that is now in front of us. ''

"Sacrifice? What is it?"

In other words, the disciple of the great magician was not crazy.

"It was a big mistake. The result was a devoured beast that devoured a variety of things, endlessly and unlimitedly."

"Stupid people."

What is a great magician.

It's a folly of burning a bee for honey and burning it to the forest with a spark.

"But Mitella's art was wonderful. He stepped into the dead area and created a piece of the last flame. The scary thing was the beast who couldn't kill it."

The end flame is the end of the world and the flame of the creation.

One day, the world will be wrapped in flames and turned into ash, and will again start with small flames. It is one of the old words passed on to wizards.

"So that beast will survive even if the world is destroyed?"

"Probably not."

She is stupid, she says.

"But the assault beast was weakened by the effects of the final flame, and was sealed by my master and Wagreas in the depths of a distant land. At most, a piece of flesh was the effect. What will happen if that thing is released, it's really interesting ... if our power is a magic that has left God's hand, the power to disperse it and the infinity beyond death Isn't your life like a real work of God? "

"Joke, that is."

The search for a wizard is to seek out the true God.

God in this world is just a virtual image born of group thought. By using that virtual image with wisdom and three tongues, the better the wizard, the more he will notice.

"This is not real"

When.

And so many seek the true power that many are on the path of ruin.

But the ugly, massive chunk of meat in front of you is the true god the wizard wants? It's too ironic and bad taste.

"Hurry, my disciple, it is only one of the possibilities. However, according to the history of Neomia, the royals of Elysium were no more than peasants, which destroyed the old beasts, dwarves and elves. And destroyed its main army. What is it not a miracle work? "

"Well, not all of the history of Neomia's stole. Is it like you've stolen petene?"

"A real god should forgive others with wisdom and wisdom and guilt ------"

The meal ends when the apprentice and the teacher ask questions.

The last prayer echoed and the area was silenced.

"I'm going. You're silent forever until you allow me."

She appeared,

"Saint, please forgive the night rush"

Knee before Lilydias.

"You?"

Looking at Liridias' face, she felt really “good”. She was ashamed of her expression.

Beasts are not ashamed of themselves. Lillidias is a human.

She spins words from her heart.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Behind me is Garving, the renowned Archmage. I'm silent to the Holy One, but I'm his disciple. I can be

"Power?"

The reason for abandoning the sacrifice is proof of trust.

An expression that does not disturb Lillidias.

Sometimes we have to forsake those who can help now. She has no cheap sense of justice as Garving taught.

"Yes, Holy, power. We are the elite of the mage. We know the wisdom and the world that we do not know."

"... What are you doing?"

"Saint, do you want to return the king to its original form?"

"From?"

I saw a fluctuating expression.

no doubt.

Lillidias is taking the current environment for granted. Seeking salvation.

"Yes, the king is sick. If you are sick, you can cure it."

"Did you know how many people have narrowed down their wisdom?"

"No, I don't know, but I didn't have a great magician with me. I'm honestly holy. There is no way in my brain to cure the king. The teacher is the same, but we know the place of wisdom hidden in the world, and if we want to get it, we know everything. That's the answer. "

"I'm too proud. Such a possibility."

"No, I'm convinced. Please give me the opportunity, Holy See. Bet on a lifetime, but bet on the life of all the Great Mages."

With unwavering confidence, she stared at Lyridias.

A cold look stares at her during a long silence.

Both her and her garbage can be a feed for meat in one voice.

Wizards are such creatures, drawing in the shadows and miraculous behind people. Even a great magician has little experience in fighting on the arrow.

I heard Garving nervous.

But she remains silent, and her heart sounds and facial expressions are like cool breeze.

A glance at the creeping creepy mass of meat, Lilidias says in the face of the saint.

"Li-Lidias Kerstain Duin Oruosour commands. Go around the world and look for wisdom to cure the sickness and curse of the king. The words of betting on life, and all the lyric, Elysium, are enemies. Let's go "

"I will order you. Holy"

Lillidias approaches her.

"I will lend you a name. I will lend you a knight. I will lend you a child. Do what you need to do in the name of the Holy One. Duin, Lilydias, May your destination be a good adventure. "

Thus,

From the dim basement, an adventure later called the Wind Obnicle begins.

She didn't know if her journey was a friendship, a quest for quest, or a dark flame she didn't even know.