The body of the soldier who made him stand at the entrance to the tent turns to stone in an instant.
Alert the demon eye of the basilisk and let the body stand instead, but it was found that even the indication, the thin light, could be petrified enough.
"It was a darkness I couldn't tell my face from... well, that's assumed"
The demonic eye that turns people and things into stone just by gazing is indeed a threat, but the nature of the problem is separate.
"You're more than your father."
To defeat the Wizard, just aim when it can't be activated.
If it's basilisk, it's in the dark.
But my father says that the measure has already been taken to that extent.
I tried it and I knew I couldn't.
That's why I was petrified. Then I can't even see it.
Looks like you should give up on targeting when you can't activate it.
Hopefully, I want to take them down before they notice.
But with a basilisk opponent, you can't do that.
"Look, don't think about putting an end to me. If you meet him, run away."
Words of a father said enough to sour his mouth.
Go all the way to the person you can defeat, and if you can't, run away and bring back the information.
That was the way my father taught me to live. [M]
Then basilisk becomes the kind of opponent you shouldn't fight.
"But you can't just not do it."
I haven't found a thread for the offense yet.
In other words, if you're going to keep your father's word, you have to attack someone who you still shouldn't (...) fight.
"In my case, I'm going to have to get up and win."
I am inferior in magic and body surgery.
It doesn't make sense to spare a opponent who can't beat you on his way with all his might.
I thought a lot about how to fight when I fought again.
I have more than twenty measures in mind depending on the situation.
I don't know how effective it is, but I feel like I'm losing when I get around to taking it.
I keep attacking you from here. [M]
I circled the tent and cut all the ropes that were sewn on.
That alone will not cause the tent to fall to the earth. Sturdy pillars support it inside.
"But can you stand it?
The rope was cut off and the ever swollen tent suddenly squeezed.
With a lot of people inside, my vision should have gotten extremely bad.
Moreover, more fireworks were installed in the tent. I guess the basilisk makes it easier to grasp the magic.
Cutting all the ropes around me makes a big deal out of it.
The movement of the escort was restricted and the risk of fire also increased inside.
Will you escape or will you stay still inside? Or......
"Whoa!?
The tent is pulled up. That's just like a tent cloth falling into the sky (...).
"This demon... Chester?"
My father taught me information about those who protect the Demon King.
Chester is third on the thirteenth staircase of the Devil's Country.
You can drop (...) an object in the direction you like up, down, left, or right.
I know because I've eaten that one before.
It's a magic trick to recover once it's done.
"I'm glad my father gave me information on the thirteenth staircase."
I was also thinking about the possibility of Chester being in the tent.
That's why I have measures in place.
The tip of the cut rope is tied to a cauldron pedestal in the vicinity.
If the tent rises, the rope will also be pulled every bit......
This neighborhood was not damaged by night raids either. The burning remains intact.
The burning pedestal turned upside down, and dozens of burning firewood burst into the sky.
"Turn it off!"
"It's gonna be a fire."
The escorts panic to the firewood that fell on their luggage.
That should be it, too. I'm also hypersensitive because they burn my tent once.
Besides, this is a temporary tent, where the luggage was originally placed.
It's loaded with things that are going to burn.
I melt in the darkness and move on between the soldiers who came.
The soldier's conversation gets to my ear.
"Hey, that tent..."
"You're flying."
"Did Master Chester do it? And why are the potatoes so scattered?
"There's a fire rising from my luggage, though?
I heard an anxious voice, but nobody tries to get close.
That's what they say. That's why I spoke up instead.
"Hey, put out the fire right now!".
But don't come near me.
"That's what you ordered."
"It's an emergency. Burn your majesty. You're going to die!
I tried screaming like that, but I'm still hesitant.
"I'll take responsibility. Everyone, dedicated to fire extinguishing activities. Help Your Majesty!
No. When I shouted like that all the time, some of them ran away.
Soldiers around follow suit.
The tent floating in the night sky seemed to attract the attention of soldiers, with more than a hundred soldiers gathering around.
The number of soldiers trying to extinguish the fire increases by ten or twenty.
At first the escorts raised their voices to bring the soldiers back, but when they do, they can no longer pack.
Leaving the fire extinguishing operations to the soldiers, the escort switched to perimeter alert.
There were about thirty people in the tent.
Much more than at first.
I don't see the demon king, but I guess the escort hides him well.
"Er, the wizards... around there"
While the soldiers were in the mess, they found people who looked different from the general soldiers and officers.
Remove the knife for throwing from the nose and activate the 'Dark Knife' at the same time.
I threw a knife gently, looking for a magician.
The pitch-black knife flies without sound and proceeds by sewing between the soldiers working to extinguish the fire.
No one should have been able to see... I thought so, but it was prevented by an old man who appeared out of nowhere just before he hit the wizard.
With the tall sound of a quinn, soldiers around notice for the first time.
"I didn't know where you were, but is that the basilisk"
The figure is similar to the "Shadow" black coat I'm wearing right now.
The colour is whiter in the basilisk, and unlike me, he has a face.
I guess I've been lurking around erasing signs all this time.
What prevented the pitch-black knife I threw was basilisk. But......
"... Guuuuuuu!
I was deploying the Dark Knife directly behind the Wizard.
In other words, from the front and rear of the enemy, they attacked simultaneously.
It was unexpected that the knife was played by the basilisk, but it seemed impossible to protect it in two places at the same time.
"Just in case..."
Twist before pulling out the knife and spread the wound.
Then he spat a great deal of blood out of his mouth, and the wizard was crumbed.
"Mabaria!"
I heard that voice.