There was a leak of black smoke coming from the valley ahead of the Athals.
"This is a bad one, isn't it?
I see the claws with the devil's eye as I stare at them all the time, but all I know is that they are highly dangerous.
"Perhaps this is disgusting. Simply put, it sounds like bad magic... but I've never seen it before too"
In response to Caro's answer, which hardened his expression, Atal looked at Ifria.
'Um, Lord Caro is right. I've hardly ever seen anything like it. I guess there's something causing this...'
Darker temper than I've ever seen even in Ifria, who lives long. That alone shows that this valley is dangerous.
"Hey, is this okay to come in?
Entering the valley means breathing in this temper, and that doesn't affect us? Atal was worried about that.
'Hmm, we wouldn't have a problem. Because of the power of enclosure, it is possible to suppress it even if you breathe.'
Ivoria answers that as she roars, but still has a look that isn't even somewhere.
"What's the matter, is it also something that bothers you?
Atal didn't miss that change in expression.
"No, I was wondering if this amount at the entrance would make the center more intense. In other words…… '
"There's no problem with the level of temper near the entrance, but does that mean that's not the case if you go in the back?
Ifria nods deeply back to Caro's words, anticipating the tragedy ahead.
"I see. Then don't need any precautions. Bal's so weak."
It was Balkias, the divine beast, but I can imagine that he would be a child and vulnerable to a temper the opposite of divinity. It is not sincere as Atal that Balkias, who has become one of us, is hurt.
"I'm fine, too, I think..."
Balkias insists that he doesn't seem confident, but it turns out to be a strong one.
"You don't have to, you'd better think of something to do than that. I wish there was something like a gas mask to keep me from breathing, because there wouldn't be anything like that..."
Ataru, who stroked Balkias' head so that he could fool us, looks at his own luggage to see if there is any hint in his luggage.
I don't know what the "that" thing is, but I just need something to cover my mouth, right? Then what about that because I'm buying some bigger cloths?
That's what Caro took out some cloth. That's big enough to cover your mouth.
"I see, lend me that.
Atal does some magic when he receives the cloth. Ataru, who had no plans to use magic for attacks and so on, had strengthened areas where he could apply life magic and so on. So I'm going to make something that's a simple substitute for a gas mask.
"First, with water magic... then with wind magic."
Magic and prepare one by one to shape the idea.
"All right, I got it. I don't know what it's like to be curious, so I try not to pass through fine particles by wetting the cloth. By covering it with wind magic, it also prevents the gas from passing through. We should be able to prevent this to some extent."
I could. I gave that to Caro quickly. Caro, who believes in what Atal has made, covers his mouth with it without resistance and is amazed at the change.
"Oh, that? You're completely covering your mouth, but it's not painful! I thought it might be hard to breathe..."
Glad to laugh that Atal went well on Caro's reaction with his eyes rounded and surprised.
"It's magical. Carol will put it on Bal, I'll put it on Ifria."
Split into two hands and each wears a mask.
"... All right, that's good"
'Hmm, that's not bad. The shade of cloth matches my red'
Atal used a blue cloth, Caro a pink cloth, Ifria a a red cloth, Barchias a white and each a different color cloth. I didn't expect to use it this way when Caro bought it, but the shades I thought about each personality were tasteful.
"If you wear this, you'll be able to keep your temper off. I don't think the people who went there were able to deal with this..."
Atar sends his gaze behind the valley. I can't feel a voice or a sign, but I was expecting the adventurers to be on their way ahead, perhaps.
This time too, Atar leads the horse to a tree in front of the valley, besides taking him to a dangerous place.
"Leave the carriage here. We're on our way."
"Ha!"
Caro replies, and Balkias and Ifria also snort and follow Atar as he begins to walk ahead.
"Caro, Bal needs to focus on the signs ahead. Ifria, show me you're feeling more nervous. I'll destroy it immediately if something comes up."
After listening to the instructions of a tight claw, everyone nods and gets ready.
"Well, what the hell is causing this..."
One line goes slowly, paying attention to its surroundings. Thanks to the mask made by Ataru, there is no effect of temper.
But I never felt any sign of it. It's just that my temper is drifting around, I can't feel either the demon or the adventurer at all, and as I go along, I get more and more uncomfortable.
"That's crazy."
"Yes."
That was all the interaction, but the two of them were willing to communicate.
'There's no sign of anything. Normally, there should be animals and such in this degree of valley, and even if the adventurers ahead of us were hit, it's normal to have bodies.... but nothing'
Ifria, who looks around, is concerned about the same thing, and in Balkias, the hair is turned upside down and rounded out with vigilance.
"... is it time to come?
Atal glanced at the scope, saying so, and he saw his temper gathering and thickening.
"That could be the culprit..."
Then, at the end of his gaze, his temper gathers in one place like a swirl, becoming a huge piece of one.
"Coming!
Eventually it was taking the form of a giant ghost-like demon with horns.