Level 99 First Territorial Management by Adventurers

Larsia and Yona, who stepped down in Teleportation in the courtyard of the Vainamarinen School of Magic, immediately found the person of interest.

"Manners! Petler!

Dean Mel is also in front of the Ancient Black Dragon with many students and staff. Something seems to be about to prep for the ritual, but Larsia doesn't know.

I shook my head thinking that if I were Yut... it wouldn't make sense.

The uniform appearance of his true name stands out among such a group of people wearing robes in alignment.

As the Albino girl watched as she rushed over to them, the Grassland Race (Magner) bandit (Rogue) slipped through the crowd and moved under the dean.

"Oh, did you come? It'll help."

"How well do you know what's going on?

"As for the Hundred Layers Labyrinth, quite. The disturbances outside awaited you."

"Ugh. What's going on in the dungeon?

Inside, outside, it's a pile of problems. I guess this is a Verga measure, too. I'm in love with you even though you're a pain in the ass, and I put myself on the shelf, and I feel sorry for Yut.

"First, tell me about you. It's going to be a long time."

The surrounding magicians (wizards) did not look good in the words of reluctance and lack of respect, but it should be said that there is no way Larsia cared. That was the same with Dean Mel.

"In the Hundred Layers Labyrinth, There's a Great Flood of Monsters"

"The city was just the way it always was."

If there really is a massive emergence of monsters, it would be odd if Folio-Farina hadn't been in havoc. But the city has kept the quiet before the storm, hasn't it also conveyed the news that the Verga Empire has invaded yet?

"Over there, my master seems to be diving"

"So, we put Verga under surveillance. Explain it from the beginning."

"I guess I wasn't sure"

Sense the anomaly - or intentionally convey the omen in a way that only Vainamarinen understands, disconnecting the Great Sage from the date. How much I wanted to make Yut, I'm impressed through that one.

"I'm sorry, but this one's more serious."

Original state of affairs told by the grassland species. It was a difficult word to tie together, but neither exaggeration nor falsehood existed there.

The Verga Empire invaded from the sea and Yut was in a coma. Furthermore, mysterious things such as spells and magic objects (magic items) are deterred by the Prince of Eyes (Oculus regulus).

After all, the special abilities the Prince of Eyes possesses are troublesome.

"The Prince of Eyes? The range of deterrence isn't that long. If you know you're here, you just need to drive away with an attack spell from a distance..."

"You don't have a yut to do that, do you?"

Vainamarinen is a hundred-layer labyrinth. Neither can Mel leave this school of magic or the city of Folio-Farina. The divine spell lacks firepower, and the most compatible Jonah...

"Why is Jonah here..."

"I have trouble telling you, but you do seem to lack calm."

"Did you call?

When Larsia has her head in miscalculation, an Albino girl brings Mana and Petra to rendezvous. Already, I guess I'm listening to you to some extent. They both tied their lips together all the time, and the ponytail and sidetail were shaking anxiously.

"After all, you should run away..."

"Don't bother telling me that again. Of course, I won't stop you."

"You're not stopping me?

"If you're going to devote enough resources to that, you better focus on something else. Besides, you're free to feel responsible, but you don't have to remember until you feel obligated."

When they say good things, it is the prairie species that want to rebel.

"Well, Val wouldn't shake his head vertically if I told him to go home."

I can't help it, so I'll go out with you, Larsia tells you to stay out of it. But there was no reaction from Yut. Vain.

"It's war..."

"It's okay. This Folio-Farina has been pinched many times, but never lost"

A true name caught in it in another world says worryingly. The battle has been fought many times as a practical unit of the Hyung-chul Conference (Danishmend), except when it comes to war.

Still, I was encouraged by Petra, who would be anxious for me, and she smiled so little......

"But there's no yut"

"Yes, my master..."

I go back to shaking it out with one word of Yona.

"Yes, there is no Yut. That means that when it's resolved in the meantime, you can make fun of it later, you can do whatever you want!

"Can I get a broom?

"Right. I'd rather have more souvenirs to take back to Earth, too. And I'll be happy to remember you up there."

With that joke, I managed to regain it mentally as well. Even if it's airy, it's better than not. Not even if you're saying that, but it was still necessary.

"By the way, I mean coma in Verga's Secret (Sacramento), but I want you to try one."

Mel, who was waiting for the young men to recover on their own, hands Larsia a a bunch of scrolls (scrolls).

"What's this?

"It's Astral Projection, a star ghost projection. I hear you used psychic powers to unlock Dimensional Dragons."

"Yay. That woman was with me..."

The Ninth Staircase's theoretical spell, Star Phantom Projection.

Thousands of gold coins, if it becomes that scroll. We will use it and throw it away apart from success or failure, but no one makes such an allegation in this emergency. Though his real name and Petra would have graduated had he found out the facts.

Instead, as you can see by their true names, Mel and Jonah supplement the purpose.

"I see. I dive into the spirit of Sempai, and I wake him up."

"Master's Heart......"

These two are motivated.

Going under Yut also means taking him to the battlefield, but it would be better than actually letting him fight.

The scroll should be activated by Arcia somehow. If I can't, it's over, so I need you to do everything.

All you have to do is let Jonah wipe out the Prince of Eyes and dive using Mind Bond with the remaining mental power. Mind Bond is not a spell, so the Antidemonic Star (Spell Reflects) has nothing to do with it.

It's in order. There's nothing wrong with that.

"Yeah. If you're going to do it, you'd better have someone who knows Yut. I can't help it."

There was a calculation difference, but now there was a form.

"If you're going to keep those two, this one will help. Anyway, it's going to be a war."

"War?"

"Oh."

Just at that time, the woman in the dean's secretary shows up and ears briefly.

"Looks like you're ready."

If you notice, the magicians (wizards) who were around the ancient Black Dragon Dargenvelspar were also looking at this one over the distance.

Not telling the Larsians to back off in particular, Mel retrieves the spell. And expand around 10 pages (...) cleavage remains.

"Black Dragon Bone Soldier (Mavro Spartoy)"

A page detached from the spell document emitted a light strip, surrounding the ancient black dragon.

But it's also for a moment.

Soon the light will crumble, become a prism and pour down into the remains - again wrapped in light.

When it disappeared, at the same time the ancient black dragon Dargenvelspar had disappeared.

Instead, they were dragonbone soldiers (Spartois) wearing sharp, pitch-black armor. There won't be hundreds of them.

"Uh-huh."

I saw that subdivine spell (Immortality Spell) and there was no word but the grassland race. We were dazzled by the difference from our own magic, such as our real name.

"We will lead them to the Hundred Layers Labyrinth. Of course, some will be placed in the college and in the city of Folio-Farina, but a puppet who can do nothing in front of the prince of his eyes"

So, I left you to it, and Dean Mel flips his robe and starts acting. Follow him, countless black dragon soldiers. The legion also marches to the College to the city of Folio-Farina.

"A magician is very flashy and troublesome."

I put myself up on the shelf, and Larsia dropped them off, bringing so much to herself.

"Val, you know what I mean, right?

The Tsubasa sailed offshore by a ship of acorns. The hustle and bustle of Dravael's small golems rushing to work won't even reach the cabin where the two of them are.

"What are you talking about?

Dressed in magical silver (Mithral) armor, Valtrude questioned Arusia, adjusting the vertical condition integrated with the caged hand.

She was a Hellenonian Virgin who was worried and could even see lost, but still, beautiful enough to forget to breathe. Unless she abandons her pride, its beauty will not be compromised.

Alcia doesn't answer right away.

In preparation for the battle against Verga, we will award divine spells such as "The Wall of Life (Vital Wall)", "The Fate of Death", which will revive us from fatal injuries, and "The Unyielding Contract (Fortitude)", which will further energize us in the event of serious injuries.

When they came to a paragraph, the archbishop (Patriarch), wearing a crimson eyelid, put his hand on his childhood friend's cheek and told him to teach gently.

"I'm talking about Verga. It's impossible to destroy her."

"What, you know what?"

God is not immortal.

But it is immortal.

Unless means such as the use of special treasures (artifacts), which are attacked by multiple gods of equal or greater power, are used, even if their lives are taken, they are resurrected after some time.

Physically, the soul is immortal, even if it can be killed. It is for the same reason that the angel who visited under Verga was not intended to destroy the evil demigod, but to expel him from the earth.

If you are the Divine Subjugator, the Demon Sword, you will be able to harm your flesh and stop your activity.

Still, in a few or a few decades, you will regain your flesh again. Miracles and so on, you can extend that period, but that's all.

"I know. But that's why you can't possibly miss her."

"What I'm trying to say is..."

"I know that too"

Pull out the Succubus Sword, confirm your fullness, and then return to the sheath.

Then lay your hands on Arcia's hands, says Valtrude.

"Calm down... it's not. There's a lot of fighting going on, but I'm not abandoning myself or forgetting me."

How can I put it, it goes to a worrying childhood friend? Close your eyes and think sight sealed just like her.

That alone conveyed my thoughts from an emotion-sensitive ring, but that interaction was broken by the sound I heard from the phonetic tube.

"Val, Mr. Alcia. It's time to get close to the enemy, but what do we do?

"Okay. Move over there."

That's how he replies to Acorn's voice, and Valtrude takes his hand off Arcia.

"You just are. That woman, she's sorry if I didn't hit her once. That's all."

That said, she is not a diocesan knight (paladin) who saved the world, a Hellenonian Virgin, or a Marquis of Istas.

Just Valtrude.

I was just a maiden in love.