Master Floria has detected the intruder.
An escort rushed into the demons' quarters.
"Are you finally here? Everybody's ready."
More than ten magicians nod.
Chester gazes at the map spread out on his desk.
"Where did it come from?
It's the front entrance again.
"Yeah? Same as last time? Are you incapable of learning or confident? I rubbed the sensing junction of Wind Dungeon, so my arm shouldn't be bad."
Chester thought a lot.
"Lara, let me turn half of the spellmen to the front entrance. If it's the same enemy as last time, visibility is terrible. If you're hiding somewhere, whisk him."
"Okay."
Lala, the twelfth in the thirteenth staircase of the Devil's Country, left the gallery when she nodded one thing.
"There will be some willingness to do it, but the others are waiting as they are. This could be a long fight. Don't let it get you down."
The ideal is to surround your enemies with spellmen and wizards.
The enemy is using a demon that cannot be discovered in any way.
The leading theory so far has been that we have been digging underground.
But no matter how much we looked at the surrounding ground for the past three days, we could not detect such traces.
The next proposal I came up with was that I might have used the refraction of light to hide my appearance.
But "Wind Dungeon" senses the wind that comes out when a person moves.
No matter how many people are blind, the magic of 'Wind Prison' cannot be deceived.
Moreover, the sensing junction of the 'Wind Dungeon' covers up to the sky.
For that reason, we still had no idea how we had broken in.
"Captain Chester. Do you need to use Shinobu?
The magician Mabaria asked.
Everyone knows that the special abilities they use are rare and valuable.
"We welcome intruders to His Majesty's lap. I want to make sure it's all right."
"I see. Okay."
In fact, few spellmen put in as many as they were called.
Special abilities will no longer be available if there is no space to write on the body chart.
The power of the Spellman is limited.
In the past, there were many ink masters who made ink to put in.
Now it is enough to count.
It is now becoming a difficult environment for the spellman to exert his power.
A spellman can wield the power of a wizard, but all thanks to [the].
Although the power can be used a finite number of times, as long as there are ink masters and sculptors (dust), all spellmen can be magicians.
"If we hadn't perished with the great metastases of the past, the spellman would have had half the continent in his hands by now"
I don't know how many sculptors can carve in a day, but once, the Cursed Nation was highly combative enough to invade another country.
With the country doomed, the people scattered, and the number of ink masters and sculptors drastically reduced, there is no eye for the spellman to rise.
It is used as good for other countries and only leaves the way to waste its capacity.
"Anyway, now, I'm investing in discovery. It's our turn as long as we can see him. If you do, I'll get you a full job. Let those who seek to peer into the abyss of the Devil's Kingdom eat their hammers."
In no time, an escort was rushing in.
Contact with the enemy, he said, engaged.
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My break-in is still noticed. [M]
I moved the ceiling, why not?
"No, not if you're thinking about the cause."
I just want to retreat and get back on track, but that's a lower measure.
I've already failed twice.
I'll just be alert if I take any more time.
We have to force ourselves here.
I secretly infiltrated and gave up gathering information.
Let's steal out some material that looks important and retreat.
"If that's what you decide..."
If you want to treat something important, you deserve the place where the least people come.
The deepest part of the top floor, for example.
This is still the entrance, so if you go straight to the back, all the enemy forces will gather there, too.
"I guess I'll make it look like I'm retreating."
It is a 'loose hand' commonly used by those found during break-ins.
I will proceed appropriately to the centre of the building and wait there.
I heard multiple footsteps and saw soldiers coming.
It's hard to find me in the dark.
Move to a favorable location while you can.
"Over here!
I don't know why, but I'm even finding out where I'm going.
I have a pretty good wizard.
I move further from there and show up in the dark.
Anticipating that the soldier has arrived, he scratches and slashes the soldier's neck with the 'Dark Knife (You Yawn)'.
I didn't give them time to speak up and knocked them down to two.
"What?
I heard a noise.
Subsequence appeared when the armor heard contact with the floor.
I move towards the exit and tear my enemies apart in between.
The blade suddenly comes out of the darkness.
If you don't understand, you can't avoid it.
One, one and a soldier fall down again.
People's bodies roll from the back of the building towards the exit point by point.
This makes me think I might have gotten out.
"Of course, the wizard will find out."
But that's the pinnacle of "The Married Hand."
The soldiers at the scene decide that they have fled outside and the wizard decides that they are still inside.
I don't know which opinion to follow, the scene or the command tower.
While I'm confused by the two conflicting orders, I move on to the back.
"Hopefully, no strong enemies will emerge..."
What you might think is sweet on being found, but in a palace full of omnidirectional enemies, I don't want to stand around.
"I never want to"
I am not conspicuous and I want to fulfill the directive.