Let's set up a hideout for the exiles on the edge of the demonic realm - a cat banished from the demonic realm, but the most powerful daughter of mankind picked it up -

I don't care about the outside.

Until today, humans and demons, nations and nations, factions and factions have repeated never-ending seasaw games.

I'm full of that stuff already.

If you find out about this, you will say Princess Halcyon and Xyreel will definitely return to this country.

And whether you put yourself in a war and die, or you die in a post-war power struggle, or you survive luckily, you will surely lose your life and relationships as ever before.

But I have no right to retain them. I don't like it there again. So I kept staring at Clay just silently.

"Scary, say something..."

"Did you think, through Salle, that I would feel better for doing this?

I pulled Clay into the soot in the attic so he wouldn't sound like a priest and a knight captain.

"But it's necessary. It's sad that the big seniors hate me. But it's a fact that I can't overlook the situation."

"So you think you're gonna involve them? Those two will die. Weren't you able to solve it?"

"I can't help it...... Neither Salle, nor Micha, would have thought he was that stupid king..."

"You're a thin man, aren't you? I'm righteous, I'm righteous, I'm hungry."

I broke the story and went back before the priest.

I can't get Princess Halcyon and Xyreel's smile out of my head.

I absolutely hate it when those two are gone from the inside.

Bernie and Patia, everyone hates it. The violin played by Arstromeria the Reishi knight disappears from the inside and disappears. At least it was painful for me.

"By the way, your letter to Princess Halcyon, what are you going to do?

"Rewrite. Lord Holt, let's make this a streak. Wait a minute, I want to discuss this with him."

If Clay hadn't acted as a liaison, the others would have carried the letter.

Maybe Patia left the inner junction on her own and made contact with Salle's hand.

You can't make Salle realize Patia's presence.

If we don't return Princess Halcyon and Xyreel, there will be extra commotion in the future...

"Oh, before I do that, I need a favor. It may not matter, but there's one thing left for you, and please listen to me first. Actually, it looks like a friend of mine is being captured here, so why don't you let her go and do it?

"If you're a friend of a big senior, you're right. I'd like to see you again."

"Huhuhuhuhu, then look after her on my behalf."

"I want you to leave it to me!

This is the situation, but if you don't help me with that, I'm very sick of sleeping.

The priest and the chief knight turned his face here and waited for the continuation of my word.

"A woman named Zoe should be here. Would you mind banishing her to the depths of the demonic world? Even for her, it would still be better than being burned in the king's capital."

"A heretic interrogator captured you at noon..."

For a moment the Knights captain looked tired.

Priest Holt also has a difficult face. That would happen if you watched that fuss.

"Lord Electrum, I can't even get my hands on the heretic interrogator. Excuse me there, but I'll give you the keys, so can I help you......?

"Where?

"It's a dungeon. Let me show you, so from there on ahead, with your hands…"

"Okay. It's quick, and let me do that."

My concern is the part where Zoe doesn't say anything extra.

Anyway, I'm anxious, so I'd better get him out of jail as soon as possible. Because I'm five times as talkative as a regular person...

"Clay. Do you want to stay with me or go home to Heather's by yourself? Please choose one."

"I can't move here right now. I'll have Mr. Holt send me to the rendezvous point later. Micha is a diplomat now."

"Say it. There's no such thing as a stinking diplomat as a world wide."

"If Sarasar's idiot really goes east, the demon world won't have to do it either. Before I get involved, I want everyone in my hometown to do something about it, too, huh?

"It's - it makes sense. The fish situation inside will get worse again..."

Thus I was then led down to the Cathedral Underground Grand Prison by an oligarchy Sister who had received the life of Priest Holt.

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It was an even stinking, dim space there.

In a world where colour is scarce everywhere, there is only stone gray or iron blunt. The pine lights were dark, sometimes aging, or creepy enough that even the demons were likely to come out.

According to Sister, who walked away earlier, it has not been used at all since the previous priest lost his leg.

Among those who work in the diocese, mindless evil pagans roam. However, they were even born into small, monstrous conversations.

"Ughhhh?! Hey, what are you doing, you big genius, what are you, gahhhhhh!!?

I also roughly heard the point, but it seems faster to follow your voice about how this is going.

No doubt it was the voice of the alchemist Zoe, I turned off my footsteps and rushed to the scene.

Then, in a closed prison, I found Zoe with her hands hanging from her chains and a heretical interrogator wearing a mask and legal clothes.

There are no guards around the enemy. Not to be felt. I unlocked the prison while activating the | latent magic Hyde.

"You demon! Confess, you must be the devil! Great Holy Spirit, retreat from evil more than this one. Eh!

"Hi-no, it hurts, it hurts, it's going to die like this, you wiggle?!!

I wondered what you were doing, stabbing countless needles in Zoe's hands and feet carved a mysterious mark in the air.

He seemed to enjoy Zoë, even imitating some of the yummy smelly people he called exorcists.

"Devil, get out! Evil Hell's forerunners, walk away!

"My son is not a demon. Make him a great genius alchemist, he's a Necromancer swah!

"Shut up, you heretic! If you're not leaving, there's nothing else to destroy that cage called flesh! Still okay, demon!

"Isn't that a good idea, kimmy!? Hih, highhhhh!?

I'm suddenly becoming less willing to help.

But the heretic interrogator took out a new needle and began to flicker it on Zoe's fingertips. If you push that between your nails, it's not painful or gay.

"If, Inquisitor"

"What, in a good place now - Uggh?!

This would be one of the tools of torture.

I lightened the thick stone slab with the power of anti-gravity and threw it away by releasing the technique as I shook it down over the opponent's head. It sounded like a gong.

"Hi-hi... I'm glad you saved me... I'm glad you saved me! What is it, Chimi?!

"You said hello even though I helped you, Zoe. Forgot me?

The interrogator has passed out. I didn't take it lightly at all, but unfortunately, I seem to be taking a breath.

I lowered the hood of my usual robe and stared at each other with a chained elephant.

He's a terrible face full of sweat. My hair is also bumpy - no, I've also felt like I had these nasty hairstyles from the beginning.

"Wow! Kick, kick, kick, you're my fan! Elek -"

"It's weird."

If anyone noticed, it was a hassle, so I poked Rapier and shut Zoe up.

"I'm so grateful you're here. No, no, no!

"Ha... This is a tough situation, too, but I'll give you special help. Before you say anything extra."

I would be in great trouble in case Zoe went to Patia and Edward Pattington's research.

I used the keys I borrowed to untie Zoe and pull out the painful needle that stung her hands and feet.