"That's a nasty breeze. Slight, but profoundly evil. Are you lurking here without me..."
Walking in Phage territory with Meir, a familiar voice was heard from heaven.
I turn to the roof of the surrounding building.
There was a woman sitting on the roof staring at the sky.
The woman is dressed in a magnificent garment, engraved with a magic ceremony.
On its side was beauty as if the artist had poured life into it to complete it.
Looking up into the sky somewhat worried, it's not strange to be one of the religious paintings as it is.
Except for the bald roof of the paint and the phantom beast Nyarn in his arms.
A phantom beast is a rare warcraft.
In addition to his adorable appearance, Nyalun is originally frantic.
Because of this, it is very popular as a warcraft for play.
However, Nyalun has extremely few examples of discovery and specializes in fast wind manipulation, so catching them takes a lot of work.
Even if some adventurer catches them, few opportunities are equal to those available to the average person because the rich aristocrat moves to wear large sheets and get them.
"Where did you get the gold from, that law god? I wonder if you wanted to be in Peter."
I groan watching Kudr.
Perhaps Peter will not get his head up against Kudr, who has failed as much as he can to try to control and consequently has been missed more than once in his life.
If I were Kudr, this situation would definitely lead me to Peter without money.
"Uh-huh... Isn't that just different...?
Meir answers with a bitter laugh.
Because of this, Peter is also generous to me because of his guilt.
Even now, after the disturbances of that time, a special permit for the exercise of sorcery and alchemy experiments, which I asked Peter to do, is promised to be returned through the messenger.
... It's just not weird that if Peter is moving in the shortest possible time, it's time for a messenger to be here, but Peter's messenger still doesn't show up.
I've slapped all those big mouths, and I can't believe I'm taking the trouble to get permission from royalty and church opponents, though.
If the abandonment continues, it is the presence that will take Kudr from here to Peter for a visit.
This is not the first time since the First World War in the Ancient Cathedral that Kudr has been reunited.
Kudr, based in Phage territory, flies around the kingdom of Dinlat.
Even in Phage territory, he was accepted as a beautiful adventurer on his journey.
You're enjoying sightseeing quite a bit with that, and I see you holding something that looks like a souvenir from this territory again and again.
For the record, collectors who normally speak Australian when they see people's auras were totally intimidated when they saw Kudr.
A collector who usually hates me fur says, 'What the hell is that monster? Did you bring him here?' And so much so that I have asked again and again in the manner in which I have been.
Artamia says that the aura the collector is looking at is' what is on the extension line of the ability to apply it from words and deeds to experience to analogize the character of the opponent ', but what the hell did the collector see in the great god Kudr, the champion of the mythical age?
Kudr has a lot to ask.
Why did you react to Meir, what does the coming disaster indicate, and what exactly do you want me to do?
And where has the story gone about giving me "The Judgment Wand of Sephiroto" or "The Devil's Organ of the Erosion Dragon" as a test breakthrough celebration, or did God lie?
But if you ask me anything from here, I can barely get it to work.
Even 'Time will tell', 'Talk then', is deluded.
Every time we meet face to face, they say, 'Let the portion of my magic that has been drained work,' but I have not received any specific instructions or orders.
Kudr sitting on the roof looks down at me.
"If you think of someone, Abel, who squandered the magic stored in preparation for the catastrophe that will soon befall us, and the daughter of the example."
This god, he could be quite the type to hold on to the roots.
I got out in front of Meir.
Previously, Kudr had a priori who tried to kill Meir.
Even from Meir, he won't be the one you want to confront very much.
"It's Abel. Not so far away, but with your help, the time will come. By then, sharpen your witchcraft arms."
Kudr tells me.
Until now, Kudr, who did not talk about the coming disaster, has finally cut it out.
Now, you might even answer the question from this one.
"... the other four pillars of the Four Creators?
That's all I can think of when it comes to someone who makes Kudr feel a little more critical.
In fact, it is certain that the four powers are showing disturbing moves, headed by the Rivalus country.
After a little silence, Kudr opens his mouth.
"I destroyed the four great creators. But they're full of monsters, too. It's not strange to deceive me and lurk. That's why I needed to keep my power up because there was no guarantee they'd disappeared."
Kudr, an overly powerful, high-altitude spirit, and in addition an artificial spirit, has an extremely low amount of natural recovery of magic in depleting magic simply by being present.
The only way to counter it would have been to seal themselves and wait for the enemy to tail them.
"I just don't know who the enemy is this time. But I'm pretty sure there's someone who's getting ready to fight me."
With that said, Kudr turns his eyes to Meir, who stands behind me.
... Kudr in the ancient diocese was also obviously changing his policy by looking at Meir.
"What bothers me is where hostiles exist. No matter how cleverly you hide it, there's no way anyone with a magical power output comparable to the god of fire, Mahalvo, or the god of the sky, Silfaim, can escape my senses... but I can't find out where or who I am at all. Simply, if you were hiding at the end of the dimension or somewhere physically distant, you'd lose sight of me... but if you're that far away, it should be difficult to come back to the land in the first place."
The name of Levi, the god of rustle and water, and Garuja, the god of earth, had been omitted.
He's also not interested in the two lower four great creative gods. I felt somewhat overwhelmed.
I breathe, lay down and ask Kudr.
"Why did you aim for Meir?
"I still can't talk about it more than you are about that little girl, not me."
Regarding this, he's not willing to answer.
Meir holds my hand hard. I guess I'm anxious to be confronted with Kudr.
But still, Kudr has something to say.
I tighten my mouth, take a deep breath, and then calm down.
Anxiety in Meir's eyes looking at my face.
I nod forcefully, strengthens and laughs and shows.
Even me, I'm really scared.
But even if they are righteous gods, there are things they cannot retreat from.
Now, Kudr, who has always been deluded, is rarely eloquent.
We only have a chance now.
"Um, I've been thinking about it a lot, but I still want an automatic magic trigger, a golden magazine, dubbed the biggest weapon of the Johannan priest..."
"... a little too much talk. I'm leaving the land again."
A little wind blows.
Within that inching moment, Kudr, sitting on the roof, and Nyalun, who was on his lap, had disappeared.
to, escaped......