Mercumenez couldn't sleep a single night.
After the meal, she was followed by a woman with glasses, bathed and then in bed. Even there, Tiarietta was replacing me with a pillow.
Now I have to restore my reduced magic to the extreme, but it's not something I can do with sleep. Because too much magic has been poured into the site's control device, and its own "nucleus" has been damaged.
Recovering magic will require uprooting the magic of others.
No great effect is expected in every vulnerable person, but even one tear lietta full of gaps might have gained enough strength to escape from here.
but I haven't been able to transfer it to execution yet.
Anyway, that man - Hart Zenfis - was under the same roof. If you do harm to Tiarietta, his companion, we're in danger.
Besides, I didn't care when you noticed who we were and attacked us.
(But finally, finally)
The man went out. They went from talking to the Olympius ruins.
There are no dragon tribes and no girls.
Now I'm alone with Tiarietta, who turns her back on this one even indefensibly.
Mercumenez sits on the couch. Damn laughs.
There's been a great opportunity, I thought so...
"Hey, hey, let's have a good day"
"We're the main ones who hang in there."
In front of Tiarietta, that man is shown.
(Communication magic......? It doesn't look like a massive magic ceremony...)
Moreover, even though it had not been a few minutes since Hart left, behind him was a wall of ruins dungeons. Have you arrived yet? Can you even use metastatic magic?
Speaking of which, I was heading to my room after breakfast to leave. You can assume that the basis for the metastasis is there.
If so, if anything happens to Tiarietta, he'll be right back.
I still can't do anything like attack her with this.
(But you can't maintain communication magic forever. Just interrupted...)
But wait and live. Hart never disappeared from the front of Tiarietta.
I don't care what the public discourse or lunch meal is.
(That communication magic, simplified to the extreme. Still, magic should be quite necessary. Why? Is that man really... God, is he...?
I couldn't imagine why that was just playing a student at all.
(At least if you know what the purpose is......)
I might be able to take some action.
She kept pouring magic into the controller until the end. He handed out many demons with the greatest power in the depths to protect himself.
I tried to escape on my own because Hart was gone, but I tried my best along the way, to this day.
But the demons are still wandering the deepest part of the world.
If we can steer him there well, Hart will have to fight the demons.
If you concentrate on the battle, you'll be out of consciousness from Tiarietta. If we don't miss that gap...
(If they keep going down, it will inevitably get to the deepest point)
If so, is static the number one thing?
"Ku, hehe..."
I couldn't help but notice my face.
"Hmm?"
Tiarietta turns this way, so she hurries and tightens her expression. She glanced back at the screen where Hurt would see her with her little neck.
Relax and grate your chest.
(No, wait. Speaking of which, were they diving into that ruin looking for something)
I don't know exactly what it is. It's just a conclusion I got from observing them.
If the search is not in the deepest depths, the battle against demons will not materialize.
"Gu, no..."
I accidentally bit my back teeth.
"Hmm? Mel, what's wrong?
Tiarietta notices me again. Relax and shut up.
He seems suspicious, but he doesn't speak any more.
Even as he pulled out his shoulders, Mercumenez took a careful look at them as he thought of a way to open them up. Then...
"Even so, it's peaceful. The demons don't show up at all."
"I'm not here."
"To?"
'I was doing a little research last night. By and large, I didn't see any demons, shadows or shapes, even when I went down to the fiftieth floor. It doesn't look like he's even down there. "
"Really? Then you should go downstairs as soon as possible."
"Professor Tia, you can't misplace your purpose."
"What's that little play? Oh, you did. All you had to do was retrieve the holy weapons. But, you know, isn't that the deepest part?
Holy Martial Arts is probably the "Supreme Seven Holy Martial Arts" scattered all over the world.
Two of them were not even identified in shape to the extent that their presence was overshadowed by ancient documents, and there was supposedly one unknown in the Olympius ruins.
(This is your chance!
If you say that the things they aim for are in the deepest depths, you must head there.
"Holy, Martial Arts... Could it be..."
Leaks in a fine voice.
I've been pretending to be a maid for a long time. I'll try to act like a young, weak girl!
"Ha ha! What is that?"
Listen to me!
Soon my spare time had begun with crappy public discourse.
"Oh, um... Holy Martial Arts could be..."
Now I've tried my best at my voice.
"Hart, that's what you're missing."
"My brother has a big personality who can't be imprisoned for anything."
Not easy to notice at all!
Though I tried to yell at him accidentally, strangely energetic would make later developments unnatural.
We should weigh the timing.
They had not even reached the thirty tiers yet.
Though I took a quiet deep breath thinking it was not time to panic yet.
(But he said earlier, 'There were no demons even down the fiftieth floor'. Why can you look so far ahead...?
Shortly after my fear ran my back deliberately.
'Hmm? If you do something, there's gonna be a lot of demons out there, all right?
"Where?
'About sixty tiers, right? I looked around every corner, but there's no stairs leading down from here.'
Can you even use far-sighted magic...
'You look like a pain in the ass. Well, there's a strange room, but there's no purpose bump there, and I guess I don't have to go all the way.'
Mercumenes fell flat on the couch...