In Lark's mansion office, I pinched my desk and met Lark face-to-face.
I don't know how it went. Lark was bluishing his face, saying his gaze and good tricks, and he looked restless somewhere.
"... Actually, there is a village called Pargas down the eastern side of the kingdom of Dinlat along the mountain range that lays the border with the Rivalus country. This is a village I own too...... stay away for a little while. I left the real power of governance to my relatives."
Lark takes out the map and spreads it on his desk.
Sure, a little distance away from here.
"When other nobles used to rule Phage territory, it seemed to mean watching over the Rivalus country. I guess I was daring to keep my distance. My ancestors gave it to me because it was clear that I was just fighting internally and couldn't afford to look out..."
... It was just a story that according to the missionary activities that Rings, an example missionary, had carried out, Leviath, the god of water, was resurrected and summed up Leviath, which was divided into several factions.
If this is true, it's not just Marias, it could continue to interfere with us.
It's a troublesome time for me.
Period or should it be?
"... So, what happened to the village of Pargas?
"I don't know to what extent the village of Pargas was affected by Nargarn... Actually, I don't know. It's a subtle position, maybe it was almost harmless."
"Huh? But you've been in touch at Pogue (the bird carrying the message), haven't you? Although a little further away, it's closer than the rest of the world."
Lark shook his head.
"I sent it, and I got a reply once... instead of getting the guidelines, it's terribly rude content. I haven't heard back from you since then, no matter how much I sent. I thought I was betrayed without thinking deeply because I was naïve by the time I had a pile of territorial issues too... I just found a bloody porg outside my territory."
"Bloody..."
It's kind of starting to smell worse than I expected.
"One leg was crooked and there were burns all over his body. Probably got a blast of attack magic."
It was a story of little response to Pogue flying to other territories while Phage territory was being attacked by Nargarn.
Think about it from this one… Around Marias may have let the summoned demon shoot him down.
"Is that porg what you sent me from here?
Lark shook his neck sideways, picking a piece of worn paper and lifting it.
The paper is stained with blood and 'killed' and that's all it says in rough fonts.
"... hey, is this a message from the village of Pargas?
"In terms of location, I'm probably pretty sure. It is better to think that the message sent by the village of Pargas was handled by someone to prevent the sharing of information."
From this timing, would the other side be the Reeveras country again?
He wasn't just turning down phage territory and other interactions in Nargarn, he was probably trying to split them in two and dye Leviath from within at the same time.
"Something strange has happened... and I was going to send a trusted messenger here to talk to you so that you wouldn't create any more unnecessary misunderstandings... but it doesn't seem normal."
"... embarrassing story, because I too, to Rings and Marias, just kept being danced. If their class of magicians were after the village of Pargas, think it would be impossible to deal with anyone but you. I won't force you... I was wondering if it would help if you could go check on me..."
Lark seems somewhat spicy to say.
Maybe he feels burdened that he has relied on me since the Nargarn commotion.
You don't have to worry about it that much, I wish you would have stood closer.
Lark has a crush on character, so I want to do everything I can to help him.
Besides, even over here, I still need your help.
It is true that grace wants to sell as much as it can.
Thanks to Marius, we got the remains of the Spiritual Body of Harmelon, the Cow Snake, and Lapidestatoa, and even for me, I'm interested in the fact that Leviath is moving.
More importantly, the position of head of the Alchemy Division is also like that obtained thanks to Marias.
"Leave that to me. The Alchemy Division also...... for a while, because I will ask Lieutenant General Linoa to provide guidance. You just have to go to the village of Pargas and ask the sincerity of the message to see if anything strange has happened to the village, right?
The Alchemy Division's training in autem sculpture, honestly at this stage, has only come to such an extent that it doesn't matter who taught it as long as we know the basics.
In this regard, Linoa improves autoem sculpture much faster than the others because of the noir tribe, or because the hand is clever and the focus is high.
I have a big time loss because I've had Rapides Sword developed for a while here, but that would be perfectly fine too.
Sometimes he was just serving as deputy head of the regiment.
"Oh...... that would really help. When you take it on, that's all I feel like I've solved one problem..."
That's the opposite of the pressure when they say that...
"... Well, I still don't know if it's really Leviath-related. Perhaps the village of Pargas was simply trying to tear Mr. Lark's teeth off by entrusting him to the Nargarn commotion."
"Oh, I hate that so much..."
"Oh, this map, you can have it..."
Drop your eyes on the map.
It is on the south side that Phage territory faces the Rivalus country via the mountain range.
From there, the village of Pargas descended to the east along the mountain range, making it even more peripheral than its current location.
The further east from the village of Pargas is the southeast tip of the kingdom of Dinlat, so much so that the sea can be seen.
Slightly further along the sea from there, this time moving north, was marked.
"Mr. Lark, what is this place?
"Oh, I think you've heard the name, too. There's a tower with a vicious witch sealed in it, Altamia. Um, I was studying magic about the resurrection of the dead..."
"Is it Altamia!?
I accidentally grabbed the map and stood up.
Altamia is an alchemist who was active about eighty years ago.
He boasts a legend that he fought well by himself against a legion of court magicians who pressed him for violating the commandments.
At the end of the day it's supposedly finally sealed in the tower, but I kinda respect the feeling that its exploration has shaken off, and I even remember the jealousy.
"Hey, it might take a little longer, okay?
"Ugh, yeah... I don't mind... the inside and surroundings of the tower are overflowing with powerful warcraft and demons fascinated by the leaking Altamian magic, so it's better not to get too close... Besides, Mr. Abel, I feel like I might do something extra..."
"It's okay! After the investigation into the village of Pargas, I'm just going to stop by and see what's going on!
"I hope that's about it... yeah..."
"Come on, come on, I'm packing! You'd better hurry, wouldn't you? Even for the village of Pargas!
"Ugh, yeah... yeah... right, for the village of Pargas..."