Maou no Hajimekata

"... the sun is falling. We're gonna camp here today."

Defeat the two great mukades and go further often. As the trees began to stain red in the sunset, Oul said so and stopped his legs.

"Camp...... you mean sleep!? In the middle of this enemy land!?

"No way."

Even while Zana screams, Oul takes the table and chair out of the bag and gets ready for dinner.

"All adventurers attacking my demon cave, such as camping in the dungeon, are doing it for granted. It's amazing."

"It's a dungeon that dies instantly if your protection runs out!?

"Nothing. It's not like the boundaries are interrupted or the protections are lost where I slept. Rather, rest would be imperative."

"That's... well, yeah"

In an unfamiliar dungeon row, Zana and the others were tired of Hetoheto. It's only natural if you're going on and on and on in a place where you'll die as soon as you take a step.

It's Oulu and I who seem fine...

"Eve, are you okay?

"Wow, I didn't do anything..."

It was just Yeldave.

"The target is the Sun God. We can't make a big deal of it while the sun goes down."

Anyway, even Sophia, the "hidden goddess of the sun," never woke up at all while the sun was setting. Even a solar god, a four-pillar mastery, that would be the same thing. Of Almighty God, it may be said to be one of the few faults.

"That said, there's resistance to boulders... and you can sleep on a floor like this?

What Oulu stands for is an ice corridor created by Zana's icy art. Naturally, the floor was stiff and cold with ice, and I didn't think I could sleep properly in that place.

Not until the oul removes the bed from the leather bag and the scratch.

"Oh, yeah. Looks like you can sleep well..."

"The rest of you will want something with a canopy!

He was willing to enjoy a good night's sleep leading up to Rames. And Oul really put out a bed with a canopy.

"... not like the camp I know"

"Don't worry. I can stand watch."

I didn't know what was reassuring about it, but I was certain it would be closer to Zana's imaginary camp.

Then I asked for it.

"Yes, I understand, Master Oulu!

Not until Oulu calls in four black arves from an example leather bag.

"This is definitely not a camp..."

"Is there anything better than black arves for night forest protection? Whether they let them sleep during the day or not, there's no protection or bitterness at night."

"Anything night shaped."

One of Ellen's men said so brightly to Oul.

"Well fine...... thank goodness you slept well. Nice to meet you."

"Ha. Even in lieu of life! Put it in position!

One of the four seriously seemingly leaders answers that, scattering them on three sides to protect the Ouls.

And one of the remaining, the richest of the four, dived into the bed of a lidded oul.

"Wait."

"I thought Oul, our master, needed special protection."

"No, you're definitely going to have sex!?

Xana screams at the black arv explaining in a quiet tone.

"Don't get me wrong, Zana"

In the meantime I broke in, and Oul said.

"I didn't call you because Chloe's breasts are big. Hold all four in turn."

"Can you sleep next door like that!

But in fact, due to tiredness and the comfort of the bed, Zana fell asleep in ten seconds wearing a futon.

"... what's up?

Late at night. After having intercourse with the four black arves, Oulu, who was asleep, woke up to what had broken into his bed.

I didn't explain it to Zana, but I didn't just interact with Black Art for fun. It replenished the magic consumed in one day by intercourse.

The magic received from others must rest well enough and be converted into their own. Oulu is wary that the Arves, who know it, are not supposed to wake themselves up at all.

"Your husband..."

But it wasn't the Black Art that came sneaking into the bedroom.

"Yeldave? What's up?"

"I'm sorry at this hour. … one thing, I really want to ask you"

Even if she is freed from the collar, she is still a daughter of some self-insistence. Sometimes it's unusual, Oul whines inside.

"Say it. The voices in this canopy can't be leaked outside."

"Why did your husband... bring me"

With the kind of voice that pushes him to death, Yeldave asked.

"I… have done nothing to help you so far. I'm a man who can't do anything."

"Oh man... no way, that's it"

To a sighing oul, Yeldave makes himself frightened. I thought I was surprised you didn't even know that.

"Do you really not know? This dungeon of ice is now maintained by your power."

That's why she said it, and she did it to Kyoton.

"My...?

"That's right. Zana's ice is built at a terrible rate, but not lasting for that matter. Something that disappears after a few beats. Keep it with your spiritual power."

The ability to maintain spiritual power is another dimension from output and speed.

"Pressure... can't you feel something like weight?

"No... especially..."

Yeldave's spiritual power is so low that the output and velocity are not comparable to Lames or Zana, but there was something extraordinary in terms of maintenance and persistence. Even though Oulu didn't know exactly how much it was.

"You're flat now, keeping the ice almost all over the forest dungeons."

It was also the ability to transcend people's knowledge.

"But... if I can do it, can anyone do it...?

"Can you do it? If you keep a room for half a day, you'll run out of magic."

The invisibility of fatigue means that natural resilience still prevails over the power to maintain it.

"I'm telling you, the alternative ineffective point in this line is you."

With that said, Yeldave began to tremble.

"No... that shouldn't be..."

"Zana's icing takes time, but she can do my labyrinth magic. All you have to do is go ahead and restore Lamez's inexhaustible spiritual power as well. Hosseri may also receive an avant-garde while healing wounds in multiple persons. But your power alone is impossible for anything else."

If we assemble dozens of magicians to maintain each of them precisely, it is not possible when it comes to being possible. But it was too unrealistic.

"I can't have that power, there's no...!

But Yeldave denied this.

"I... am a woman who has done nothing. There's no power."

"The one who says funny things."

Oulu laughs delightfully.

"I mean, you're saying I'm wrong, right?

"Huh...?

When I told him that, Yeldave opened his eyes wide.

"It means you and me, at least one of us is wrong, more than we're having a head-on disagreement. And by claiming that you have no power whatsoever, that means I'm wrong, right?

"That's... that..."

Yeldave is at last.

"Yes. I think it's your husband's mistake..."

But I answered that clearly.

"You're not sure about yourself."

"There can't be... there can't be"

But that lack of confidence is strong enough to deny the person you claim to be with. It was even what could be called a kind of faith.

"This is my guess, but didn't you always try to get out of that collar?

"... Yes"

A collar of obedience that seals the soul. One finger. I couldn't move it at my will, and all I could do to Yeldave was think. I want out. I want to be free somehow. All I could do was keep thinking that.

"Innocent, it was an effort..."

"Right."

Oulu agrees. It's not like I can solve it from the inside out.

"But it wasn't for nothing. That must have nurtured your endurance."

I guess I spent a lot of time just wishing and praying to get out. Prayer is the exercise of divinity. A very slight technique that can be used only by souls trapped in small collars. All the time except when you're asleep with it...... no. Even when you're asleep, it won't be this much if you don't spend it.

"Is that what Heaven alone acquires such power? The only, but rare, power you have. Be proud."

"Really... I have such power...?

That means she didn't give up until the end. And the effort came to fruition in the end, and salvation sprang from a completely different place. Her self-distrust will be because of that.

"Can't believe it"

"... excuse me"

An honest one, Oul laughs.

"You don't have to believe it. Either way, I need you. Doesn't change getting them to work after tomorrow."

I can't believe myself, but therefore I can't trust anyone else.

At the heart of such a thing, he had an idea, too. Whether the evaluation is subjective or objective, it's the same thing.

"Don't get cold. Come."

Oul speaks so to Yeldave, who trembles blue at the weight of the responsibility he has been given. At least for tonight, so I can forget the heavy duty and sleep.

"... Yes"

Yeldave just entrusted himself to Oulu's warm body.