Ouroboros Record ~Circus of Oubeniel~

As soon as I got out of the tree, my vision suddenly opened.

The sea of trees, which continued incessantly, ceased as if it had crossed a gap, with spectacular mountain landscapes before it. Several ridges stretched together depicting slim ups and downs, drawing narrow mountain paths to high peaks at a time. And at its peak,

"... light?

At the top of the mountain, on the mountain to the extent that the altitude reached approximately two thousand or not, I saw something shining. Keep your eyes closed and observe, there are things like buildings there.

The light seemed to be leaking from the building.

"Are you a temple…?

"You don't know that in the long run. Want to come closer?

Girard, who had led the team's alliance so far, asked his successors that. As for him, it is a question of expecting to be shunned. After several battles with monsters before coming here, a line of health is consumed. One of the parties, "The Four-Headed Dragon," etc., is a half-destructed state with even the dead out. Once here, we should turn back to the base of the camp for a rest, and then we should head there tomorrow as well.

That's what I was going to encourage.

"Yes, yes! I'm coming! Of course, I'm coming!

"You smell like treasure... there's no such thing as solitary," Scarlet Shield "huh?

"If you're tired, you can come home first, right?

The other participants looked like this.

"Ars Longa" shines his face in a hunch of new discoveries. "Four-headed dragon" that doesn't even try to hide his desire. And 'Apostle of Dawn' who feels humiliated or blatantly hits and rubs the Cyclops battle ahead.

For all three parties, if Girard and his men "The Great Scarlet Shield" hesitate, they show in their attitude that even if they leave, they will go. Girard looked at his companions as he sighed. Trusted, true companions.

"How about you guys? If you can't, I'll go home."

"Pfft, what to say. I haven't even had a scratch today!

"No, Cedric. That's not what I'm talking about... Oh, I wouldn't have a problem with that, Leader"

"... ha. I'm fine. I'm tired, but I don't care about the body."

Create a posse that exalts the force tumor - invisible to the armor - Cedric appealing for fullness of health. Goche returns a whisper with his thought-provoking eyes. Ninon replies that he is sighing. Of course, Girard himself has plenty of leeway. Even if you encounter an unexpected and powerful enemy, you will be able to escape with your people. This is where the exploration continued.

"So shall we go? The sun is leaning in. Watch your step."

"Keh, I thought you were a hungry man."

"Oh man... the countrymen seem to like to be great"

"No, I'm looking forward to it! An undiscovered building in such a mountain! It must be an ancient ruin! That's totally unknown, too! Oh, he's going to manage with nervousness and excitement to be able to explore untouched ruins with this hand!

While leading the way with "The Great Scarlet Shield," the line goes for the top of the mountain in fragmented strides.

Beyond that, I don't even know what awaits me.

Present at the summit were large ruins as claimed by 'Ars Longa'. Pale, weathered stones of ancient colors build a building with a lonely atmosphere. Is it as large as the royal castle of a small country at first glance? There is nothing more amazing than the fact that such a huge building was secluded behind an unknown mountain.

In fact, members of 'Ars Longa' are working on the investigation with their eyes shining.

"It's amazing! Why is there such a thing here? I wonder what purpose it was built for. I thought it meant something religious like a temple? Or maybe an ancient graveyard of power? I've never even heard of such a civilization in a place like this."

"In style, you are similar to the sacrificial sites of ancient religions before the Holy King, seen on the Omnian side! Still in the temple?

"Nah, you don't care. Is there anything more golden-eyed than that likely?

It was still the leader of The Four-Headed Dragon who asked that in a transverse manner.

"Well... if it's a graveyard, there 'll be some side funerals, and there could be expensive offerings in the temple"

"Huh! Oh, my God! This is turning for us, too!

I whistle and ring my fingers, but attention flies from Girard there.

"Hey, don't forget that this is the end of the 'Great Tree Sea of Darkness'. I don't know what's lurking."

"Heck, I know. If there's a dangerous monster out there, you can leave it to me, right? Heroes of the West."

Listening to the ironic reply as his nose rattled, Girard sees the entrance to the ruins.

Is it about 2.5 meters tall and 4 meters wide? The square entrance, bordered by decorative relief, certainly does not even appear to be that of the temple. It was dim inside, and there were limits to what I could see from the outside. Sometimes at dusk, the light is shining from the entrance to a dozen steps away. Until then, you can't be swallowed up by the darkness.

And so Girard realized.

"Speaking of which, what was the light I saw earlier?

"Light, is it?

"Positively, I think he was out of the upper layers of this ruin."

"Isn't it the light that stone or something reflected the sunset?

I ask my people, but I only get an unexplained answer.

First, that light is not of stone. It was a brighter, more definite, even dazzling amount of light. I didn't think it reflected on this old stone.

"I can't help thinking about it. Aren't we going to have to go inside and find out?

"Maybe this is where the Demons of the Tree Sea boss is making it look."

"The demon that roots the ancient ruins,"

I imagine it's a pain in the ass.

These ancient ruins, for example, unnaturally slow down the flow of magic, making it easy to form a bubble of exotic magic. Demons that accumulate power there can often become powerful individuals. If that's a new demon, there's still salvation. The worst is if it was an old man who would remain from antiquity. In ancient times, I can't imagine how powerful a monster would be if it were the survival of a monster spared from crusades by the Holy King and the brave.

"'Ars Longa,' don't you know what era this ruin is from"

"Um, this stone age was... roughly a thousand and five hundred years ago. That's what happens in the magic of" detect. "

Girard chewed up the bitter bug. Too ancient. Isn't that a time long before the birth of the Holy King? In the unlikely event that there were any monsters left in those days, the danger is definitely at the top of Class A. Most certainly not, if it's a monster that rules all the way down to the lower tree sea.

The leader of "The Four-Headed Dragon" shudders unknowingly with such ideas.

"Why do the stones of the N. era stay so beautiful? You're gonna be a mess, aren't you?

"No, weathering in natural phenomena can largely be stopped if the magic of preservation is rigorously hung. Look at this. All this stone is covered with preservation magic, right? It's amazing, the ancients who built this ruin! We can't do this without mobilizing more than thirty magicians."

"... is that awesome, is that?

I didn't pin one on Girard right now. The Zanktogaren with the Academy of Magic Instruction is the original, and both Alquel and Marlbearer should be able to twist that many if they move the Magic Instructor of the Palace.

but members of "Ars Longa" waved their fingers and denied it.

"Chitchit, it's sweet. Where do you think you are? It's behind the Marlan mountain, behind the mountain! If you're an adventurer like us, there's no way that a rabbit, a weak court magician, can climb mountain skins surrounded by these trees."

"How can a country that can hold more than thirty magicians here for architectural work be found on the continent of Itusella today? At least not in the kingdom of Arquelle."

"... Really? That's amazing."

"Yeah, it's amazing!

I don't know, but I was glad to see it properly. I don't know, Girard, but convince myself that it would be better than getting angry.

At first glance, Goche looked at the relief on the roof portion of the entrance, which seemed rare.

"Oh? Doesn't this look somewhat like a letter? Hey, is there anyone who can read this?

"Um, it's somewhat like the ancient elf letters, but it's also Omnia-style ahead. So... yeah, wait a minute -"

The members of 'Ars Longa' asked turned their gaze up to remind them of something.

"- It says, 'Primitive, women were the sun,' maybe,"

"What the hell?

"Come on... aren't you mentioning witch credentials or something? If this was the temple of the worship of the Sun God, it would seem like a wording."

"Ahead of going through" The Great Tree Sea of Darkness, "" The Temple of the Sun "? What a strange combination."

"And who are the sun and the women? Normally, the same divinity as the sun is masculine, but it seems different here."

"Huh? Really?

"Yeah. How barbaric or manly is the sun that brings the grim sun to earth? patriarchal impressions, it can also be said. The earth, the water, and the moon, if it is equal to a woman."

"Hey, did we come here to hold a study group? I don't think so."

The leader of "Four-Headed Dragon" severed the lecture of "Ars Longa" in a frustrating way.

It does make sense. The sun is already going down. If we had a long story here or something, the sun would really go down. Perhaps we will reveal the night in this ruin today. Before that, it was necessary to ensure a minimum of safety.

"... um. I can still hear the lecture later. Now it's a prerequisite to examine this ruin."

"At least we should check to see if there are demons and eliminate them if there are!

"- Really? Then you have no choice..."

The adventurer of "Ars Longa", who acknowledges as he gags and drops his shoulders.

Girard looks over at the Alliance participants gathered around him, reassured that he was convinced.

First of all, a total of four "Scarlet Shields" put themselves in. Two survivors of "Four-Headed Dragon". Four members of "Ars Longa". The Apostle of Dawn...

"Hey."

A hard voice clings to the top of the mountain at dusk.

"... where did the 'Apostles of Dawn' guys go?

Away from the alliance and lurking themselves in the blind spot beyond the corner of the ruins, the 'Apostles of Dawn' were laughing damn well at getting their opponents out.

"Phew, the barbarians on the border, the lowlifes of banditry, and the paranoid paranoia of scholarship... it was a foolish choice for me to work with those people"

"Not at all, Master."

"I still thought solitude was the right thing to do at the extreme of demonic guidance."

To the blatant pursuit of the members, the leader moaned with care many times.

(If you come with them, what are you tinkering with in front of these mold-smelling ruins)

"The Apostle of Dawn," a group of aristocratic devious magicians. For them, adventure was a hunting game of demons in the wild. Dirty cave diving, grave vandalism, etc., etc., outside. I will not lose the pride that I was born into a nobleman in an attempt to fall into a body that is hired by civilians for money. With that in mind, he stacked monster exorcisms in the open and made it to B-rank.

Therefore, they do not have any shards, such as knowledge of site surveys. On the contrary, they even despise ancient civilizations and other things from the edge. Isn't the mindset a literal relic that perished for some reason before we were born? Such a thing is just a toy full of primitive flaws. Isn't it decided that those who live in the modern age who are ahead of the past - that is, they are better off - are outnumbered for the amount of time they have in history?

At the Galerin Academy of Magic Instruction in Zanktogaren and the Heptak National University in Marlbearer, it is a notion that can be described as a spray. According to the backlog of historical site surveys, ancient civilizations were more prevalent in advanced magic guidance techniques than in modern times. It is because the orihalcon, which is now considered a phantom alloy, and the birthplace of various auto-particular magic guides, has been excavated from the ruins of various places.

But they don't even know that. I am more from the nobility of this kingdom of Arquel than I was before. He had decided from the edge with barbarians who had taken territory fifty years earlier with cowardly deception, such as Zanktogaren. It is a recognition of the degree of piracy across the ocean, such as Marlbearer. I could also say that it was such a narrow horizon and the sweetness of perception that I went down to the field without succeeding the doorman. Though they will never admit it.

In short, their knowledge of the ruins is full of holes. I don't even know as much about the threat of the ruins dungeon of this hand as the traps against the burglars, the curses caused by ancient sorcery and the powerful monsters placed as Guardians.

So this is how we get into the outrage of getting out of other adventurers who are allies.

"Besides, on this quest, our magic guide proved to also go to the Crusade Class A demons. There's no reason to follow the western countrymen at the earliest."

"Yeah, that rude redhead can't really sit on his stomach."

"I thought I'd shoot him from behind."

"... let's stop that. Because our pride will be scratched."

As I say, the idea comes to mind that it might also be good on the inside, etc.

Look at that Cyclops fight. If they were, they'd be A-ranked. What is it, while acting great, wouldn't the last todome have been a wake-up call without us in the end? If I shot magic into him from behind, how would that wasting great face distort? I'm not interested, that makes me lie.

But he had an idea that looked more interesting than that.

"It's more painful than that... to get them out and go through this ruin."

We will show the inept that it is the virtual culmination of the adventurer. It was delightful to imagine.

The leader of The Apostle of Dawn looks over his head, distorting his face to a sense of joy. The roof of a standing ruin.

"Well, based on the height, the light was coming out of this area earlier."

"Do you want to go, Master?

"Yeah, sure."

Height to the roof of the ruins, approximately twenty meters. Height beyond even the height of the cyclops. but it is equally true that there is no such altitude for a magician who has reached a certain level.

Anyway, they have the magic of flight. No, if you just go up high, is it more efficient to float with less speed and less freedom of air movement than flying, but more magic saving and use? More than in ancient times, magic guides flying through the sky have come from the masses in awe and anticipation. It's not like every warrior crawling around the ground with a barbaric weapon in one hand.

"Well... [Levitation]"

When magic is activated under a word, the lifting force converted from magic floats the body fluttering. The men equal to the disciples had likewise activated the floating magic and were leaping out into the air.

Raise twenty meters high without any obstacle as it is and lower your feet to the roof of the ruins.

"Hmm, no other love."

"It's pathetic not to know the magic guide. I can't even do this."

"What do you think, Master? Doesn't" B "mean I'm gonna look down on the people that are cluttering up near the entrance?

"No, let's not. A seed is something that you don't wear until the end. It's even more interesting to look up as much as you can and then poke our accomplishments at the people who are gasping for hard work. Don't you think, ladies and gentlemen?

"The journey. You have such an elegant taste in boulders as Master, us, and others!

Exchanging people's bad grins, The Apostle of Dawn looked around.

The roof of the ruins, no, the roof, is oddly inclined towards the center of the building. And there's a huge hole in the middle of the slope. It is as if it were an ant hell's nest.

And the light I saw earlier when I checked the ruins in the distant view seemed to be leaking indoors through its holes.

"What a loose ruin in between... Isn't this all-you-can-go from the top"

"Not at all. What you're reading is the shallow wisdom of the primitive. The extent of those who built it will be known."

As I float my mockery, I move closer towards that hole.

What they associate is the sight of an internal gold and silver treasure reflecting the sunset. Even those who are ignorant of archaeology know that graves and palace ruins can sometimes have enormous sums of money sleeping. It may also be that the magicians of "The Apostle of Dawn" thought of such a cheap imagination that they had no choice.

A bitter desire seeps into the eyes of the leader, no, all the members. It is not that they are indifferent to the kind of money that cares about the devil's guide and is a drop-out group from the aristocratic society. Ningro, for growing up surrounded by expensive goods from an early age, the desire for treasure was strong, in yet another sense than the "four-headed dragon" of the constituents.

I want to return to my former luxurious life. I want to get dressed in glossy silk clothing and go back to being able to decorate the jewels. I want to fully taste the delicious dishes that I deserve in the flow of blue blood. I want to put a beautiful princess on the mattress who also envies kings and aristocrats. I want to see back the people who kicked themselves out of the housekeeper's chair...... There are many things I would like to do with my treasure. Unless you are an enlightened saint, the seed of desire is more serious than the sand of the sea.

Driven by such greed, the 'Apostles of Dawn' peered inside the ruins,

"- Please do not peek, and recommend mass"

I met the monster who came crawling up from below, up close.

"... to?

Who among the four was it that lifted up the loose voice between them?

In front of me, there's a strange woman. It's odd enough just to have a woman in a ruin behind a mountain like this, but the place was the problem. A large hole leading to a roof that opens onto the ruins ceiling. He hung his hands and feet on the wall on the edge of it and is now climbing exactly in the middle of a climb.

No, not exactly. The behavior this guy is doing is not manipulative, such as climbing.

Parallax and stone shards fall down from the area where the woman is hanging her hands and feet. Her fingers and toes were stuck in the edge of the hole. From there there there is a crack running in the nest of spiders. They are forced to climb the sturdy stone walls with their hands and feet as clues.

There is no way that a woman who imitates like this could be a legitimate person.

"Hih!? Conversion -"

"Be quiet, and please, Mass!

As soon as one of the parties raised his voice to fear, the woman's figure disappeared.

At the same time, one of those people who opened his mouth becomes faceless.

Occupying the place on his face was a bright red fountain. Soon, the woman stands behind the Apostles of Dawn.

"Huh?"

The body of the screaming man leans and falls into the ruins with the flashing voice that rose again. His head had disappeared without a trace.

"... it would be nice to guide you alone, and confirm the mass. More than that, no need Death"

At the same time as I finish saying it, the woman's appearance is loosely sumptuous. Red residual light at sunset on the western horizon. It seemed to melt away in it.

But that's an illusion. Instead of being able to disappear, a woman acts steadily with a solid mass.

Bong, twice to keep making a sound that something can play. That was it, two of the remaining members had been wiped out of their necks and up.

And an outstretched arm grabs and lifts the collar of just one surviving leader.

"Damn, gu, gu...!?

He finally saw the full picture of the woman, restrained in the air by barbaric arms rather than magical powers.

Platinum hair that glares back at sunset. Statued, beautiful but ruthless beauty. A bizarre battle outfit armored everywhere while exposing your bare skin belly to discouragement. Scratching and stretching your hair is a metal ear covering reminiscent of the Devil's Horn. Hands that tighten their necks without giving room for resistance are covered in boneless armor, but beyond that is an undisputed feminine slender arm. And the eyes are lit with supernatural golden colour, which illuminates itself so that it pays off the shadow of backlight.

An out-of-standard monster mimicking an endless beauty for an evil hobby, where everything that makes up that body is unreal.

He was made to understand, with no objection, that he was facing something like that.

(No way, is he...!?

The leader of "The Apostle of Dawn" was at that time still insightful into the cause of death of the first member to die.

This woman - the monster who looked like was jumping in an instant from a position clinging to the edge of the hole and killing a man who was about to scream, he said.

The answer I gave at the end of the escape from reality was shooting straight, but I was not given a prize for the right answer.

"This way, please, and take Mass with you"

At the same time as the voice, the vision switches visibly. In such a short time that it was inappropriate to use the unit of seconds, his body was carried downward. The sight in my eyes stains bright red. To move so rapidly, the load caused the blood to rise to the head and the retina to be repainted red. It was still an unnamed phenomenon in this world, but somewhere not here it is what is called red-out and learned.

"Guru!?

With his neck hurt by a sudden acceleration and sudden deceleration, the magician was slapped on the stone floor. It is the result of what can be said, given the speed of movement, of gently killing the momentum and putting it to sleep, but that is only above the calculation of the relative. If you were a regular person, it wouldn't be strange to die, no. If you didn't die instantly, you would have created a weird load.

What could stand it would be proof that this man had the strength to bend but deserve a B-rank adventurer.

The man blinks again and again as he gasps, raising and lowering his eyelids, restoring his vision.

In the blurry eyes are stone walls, stone floors and stone ceilings with holes overlooking the sea sky. And occupying the center of a vast space, a monster woman with a glowing giant something behind her back and looking down on this one.

"Here, is... ruins, in...?

"Here's your answer, and a response mass. Welcome to The Temple of the Sun. Where you want to say that the customer number one Death in this land..."

The monster pours a cold gaze on the man. Originally lacking in warmth, but more cruelty and decadence dwelt there.

"- Unfortunately, you are disqualified, and judging Mass. Because you didn't use the regular route, take the punitive game until the real customers arrive, Shaw."

Punishment.

The ominous sound of the word inspired survival instincts, and the man's flesh underwent a tentative first demodulation.

"So... he! Take that!" Fireball:! "

When the momentum of the avant-garde of the main position jumps, he exercises his magic without chanting. Release a fireball from your palm and try to burn the monster in front of you.

"... confirm target resistance. Starting the Disabled Sequence, Mass."

Even if it strikes directly, it doesn't look like it itches on the target.

I don't mind that. It's more for restraint than the original, such as lower magic, which has reduced its power with chanting omissions. My destiny is coming. You just have to decide on a more superior magic that works fully based on the chant.

"Thunder Elf! Stay in my hands and give me the glory of destroying my enemies!"

It is the median magic of the thunderbolt system that speaks. The technique, which falls outside the scope of the four main attributes of groundwater fire wind, is a hassle to control, but the power is origami for that matter. Anyway, even that cyclops is as good as finished.

"Huh! The spell..."

On the monster's leaked slight signs of upset, he engraves a smile convinced of victory.

Have you instilled fear in the superior higher magic, even intermediate, or is the lightning strike a weakness? Either way, if you decide on this magic, you can win. Earlier, it took four disciples to activate the magic, but he can't use it alone. Regardless, magic will be eaten more than last time, but if we beat this monster, it will be written off too.

"No one can escape the spear of purple light!... Thunderspeare: aah!

The emitted purple spear strikes directly at the target.

For a moment, the dazzling flash illuminated the interior of the ruins,

"... Huh?

Cloud-sprayed without creating any effect.

The woman groans, looking down at her belly, which was struck by a direct blow in wonder.

"Zero damage, report Mass. … the same magic, if the user changes, the power will change, Ska."

"Then, stupid...... stupid stupid stupid fool! We even butchered a Rank A demon. That's a blow!? That's not supposed to work!

If you look at it, there's not a single burn mark on the woman's belly. On the contrary, not even a single piece of hair had been burned. Completely intact.

The woman slowly approaches him, glancing at him in amazement, smacking his petty ass cake and staying behind.

"Abort the disabling sequence," declares Mass. You were helpless from the start, Sita.... So Time Death for Punishment Games "

As I say, my arm is stretched. There's no difference between the weapon that killed his three companions, an arm with violence and destructive power. I couldn't resist that.

Arm strength? It's wrong to expect that from a magician.

Magic? I can't. I can't even freeze my tongue and cast a spell.

So, with no chant? Impossible. Even the brains are at the extreme of confusion.

Assuming that resistance is attempted at all times… how likely is it to bear fruit?

The woman proclaims cold against a man trembling warmly and wet in front of her pants.

"Come on, raise your voice, please, Mass.... even for those of you out there, you sound like a proper youni"

"... ahhhhhhhhhhh!!!?

From the inner depths of the ruins, a long tailing scream sounded.

Always distracted by the disappearance of The Apostle of Dawn, he also sees the entrance to the ruins as played by his voice.

"Yes, the voice now..."

"The leader of The Apostle of Dawn," he said.

Girard shouted at Ninon, who confirmed with a trembling voice. It's a voice that has changed a lot over distance, but it sounds slightly familiar. It must have been that un-nosed wizard.

"Son of a bitch, did you even use magic to run out? But... Ha! That feels good!

"If you're talking, Four-Headed Dragon." It's like we've decided there's a bad species in this ruin, too, huh?

In retrospect, it is Goche. He is an adventurer who took the same quest, even though his back is not normal. It was roughly unthinkable if normal, such as showing joy in the danger.

Next to that, the face of 'Ars Longa' discusses face-to-face.

"Probably magically flew up and into the interior from a skylight or someplace"

"So getting into a screaming situation even took a trap of ruins?

"Hey, it must be an ancient Guardian or something! Scary, mysterious Guardian lurking in unknown ruins!

"Horrible, you can't stop the samurai tremor!

That being said, there was curiosity in their expressions and joy in the feeling that they could satisfy it. Innocent and unwicked attitudes are, in a sense, more chilly than the maliciously filled laughter of the Four-Headed Dragon. It is a famous legend that leading adventurers are somewhere broken as humans. The face of this' Ars Longa 'is also splendidly broken in character. The problem is that it is too broken and difficult to command.

Turn away as Cedric pulls his gaze off 'Ars Longa'.

"... what do we do, Girard? It's an obvious invitation."

While I'm saying that, the scream rises from behind the ruins again. I don't know if it's the demon or anything else that's attacking the Wizard in the back. There was just one thing I could tell.

The enemy does not kill the captured one alive, but waits for him who is caught by it and comes to the rescue.

Of course, Girard can read about it. He was a good doer of intelligent demons.

"I know. … but if something strikes a person at the ruins, it is in the request to investigate it and, if possible, crusade it"

"What's the rescue for those demon leaders?

"... outward sight. Be alert to surprise attacks and traps while steadily exploring and checking out the bad guys"

The answer to the overlapping question was truly ruthless. But I can't help it either. At any rate, he was imprisoned in a situation that seemed certain. Unknown enemies - I couldn't afford to go and help my foot get wrapped up in front of a difficult enemy who might be the boss of the Tree Sea in some cases. The person you're treading against as this one floats and comes to the rescue, scratch behind it and secretly ascertain who it is. That would be the best I can do.

Still, statements that would abandon the leader's own allies in crisis threaten to lower the morale of those who remain. If one thinks that one can abandon oneself, and so on, no one will think about putting their lives up for that group. I should say I'm fortunate to be unhappy, or I didn't have to worry about this alliance like that. It doesn't mean we have the courage or trust each other, it's because we don't have coordination from the beginning.

"Only we can count on ourselves, huh? I knew half of them were..."

"Don't say it, Cedric. It's a self-explanatory ruin, but can we go, Goche?

"Ai. Do something about it."

A skilled wildfire raises one hand to confirm from the leader.

Highly intelligent monsters, such as demons, often root castles for artificial buildings such as castle ruins. Explorers needed to be familiar with indoor traps and more in order to crusade targets lurking in such places. It's a common occurrence in the West.

"Ho, are you really going?

"Fuck you, you piece of shit. Can you come this far and go home with your bare hands!

"Are you finally in the ruins! I'm excited!

"Site Exploration and Monsters. Which investigation should I prioritize? He's going to look away!

'Four-headed dragons' try to force surviving members to pull and take them. "Ars Longa" brings thoughts to the darkness behind the entrance with a faint grin of crisis. "The Apostle of Dawn" is probably already inside. And if there is a demon there that threatens humanity, it is the 'Great Scarlet Shield' that goes out and defeats it.

The alliance of adventurers was all about stepping inside this temple.