Summoner of Miracles

At night, the rose magic array over String God Island finally broke, causing all the family beasts that the roses summoned to disappear between the heavens and the earth.

Almost at the same time, on the earth, the door-like magic array disappeared, as did all sorts of demons rushing out of the door-like magic array.

String Kamijima returned to calm, leaving scars similar to the battlefield that had been attacked by artillery fire.

Even after that, the virus in the system of the District Guard was expelled and the operation of the artificial island management commune resumed, allowing vehicles such as official ambulances, ambulances and fire trucks, as well as helicopters, to fly in all directions from the cornerstone gate to start rescuing citizens and carrying out disaster relief efforts. The damage caused by the attack on the Abyss Trap, I fear, will not be remedied in a short period of time.

And at the port of String Island, on a luxurious cruise ship, a man is watching the scene.

“Did it still fail? ”

Without surprise or surprise, Vatra smiled satisfactorily.

“It's a little unfortunate, but it's part of the plan. ”

Watla took off the sunglasses on her face and laughed very happily.

“In this way, destroying the original Divine Son will get the 11th Familiar Beast, even if one is still missing to gain the power of the complete 4th True Ancestor, but it doesn't matter. Sooner or later, he will gather all the Familiar Beasts, and how strong they will become. It's really to be expected. ”

So Watla turned around and looked behind herself.

And then Watla said that.

“Do you understand now? Everything I said before is true. If you continue to spend your days as ordinary high school students, will this island really disappear? ”

The words of Vatra came into the ears of the other two present.

There are two people here besides Watla.

Moreover, both men were wearing student uniforms, obviously students, but also human beings.

“... you really set me up, Lord Ordiaru. ”

With this phrase, a boy in a colorful ocean school uniform, with a headset around his neck, appeared to be a little hung up, but unexpectedly had a feeling of being handsome.

“Week...”

Such a whisperer is a girl with bright hair and a unique aesthetic and eye-catching look in a girl's uniform that swims to the edge of the school rules.

If Roger is here, he can definitely identify these two people.

Because these two are Ro's real little friends, the best friends on the island - the shallots and the trees.

Yes, it is.

Shallots and trees appear here.

Just a short time ago, Tebias and Gila invited them over to accompany Vatra and watch the whole mess that swept the island.

Watla looked at these two weak humans, who she would never be interested in, and revealed a smile full of excitement.

“I've noticed for a long time, Shaman, Heimdall, how could it be a normal person to be around two gods all the time? ”

Watla said something like this as if she were welcoming both of them.

Instead of being as enthusiastic as Watra, shallots and trees showed some hostility.

“What is your purpose?” The tree is straight forward: “Hire the Abyss Trap to destroy String Island and say that to us again. Do you think we'll believe that? ”

“Believe it or not, it's up to you.” It doesn't matter, "said Watra," but as you should see, String Island is a dangerous place, especially for the Empire of the Three Nights. If you keep watching, will this place really become the public enemy of the world? ”

“... is that what you want?” The shallow onion silenced and glanced at Watla. "What do you want to do, deliberately, with the mouth of the Abyss Trap, to make the true role of String Island public and make the world aware of the special and dangerous situation here? ”

“What do I want? It's simple, isn't it?” Watla laughed, and the more she laughed, the crazier she laughed, and finally she laughed, "There's only one thing I've always wanted to do, it's war! ”

So Watla's body is unleashed with horrible magic.

“I've always been bored, you two, even if there's a mighty enemy here that I can't resist, it's a shame to have such a delicious meal and eat it in one bite, so it's important to bring everyone from all over the world to this feast! ”

Vatra celebrated her great deeds with all her heart.

“The purpose of hiring the Abyss Trap is, as you say, to expose the true String Island to the public with their mouths, and to return the forces that are off track to where it truly belongs, so that the Divine Son of my choice can become more complete and powerful! ”

Watla smiled with great pleasure.

“By now, you must have come into contact with the truth about the island and your true identity, especially what you, Shaman, saw when you entered" C, "right? But that's the truth! ”

Watla laughed in exchange for a shallow onion biting her lip.

For shallow onions, what you see in "C" does upset her perception of everything.

Had it not been for those things, Shallots would not have known their true role, much less their specificity, and would have always thought they were just ordinary high school girls with hacking skills.

Now, shallots only know, turns out, everything is doomed.

“What a...”

The foundation tree sighs in annoyance as well.

Of course, unlike shallow onions, the trees do not know the truth until today, but they know everything from the beginning before they become confused about the status quo.

Now, they really can't do anything about it, they can only do what Watla wants.

“Rest assured, my side is well prepared to assist you. ”

Watla struck a ringing finger.

Then a man walked right in.

It's a young man who looks good, wears glasses, and wears loose robe-like clothes, reminiscent of ancient immortals.

“You are...” the tree seemed to recognize each other, how tongue-in-cheek: “The only fugitive who managed to escape from prison? ”

That's right.

This man, the only fugitive who managed to escape from prison on the occasion of the last wave of hospital festivals, was unaccounted for.

Smiling humbly at the convenience.

“I've heard of you for a long time, Princess of the Blue Wings and Young Master of the Yase family, you can call me String God. ”

Smell the shallots react.

“String God? ”

Shallow, stunned sound.

The name, for the people of String Kamijima, is Ray Kuanlu.

But the String God didn't think so.

“No need to be surprised.” String divine meditation, "he said in a profound way," you two have no need to be surprised at all because you share my origins? ”

Shallots and trees have nothing to say.

Again, Watla smiled satisfactorily.

“String gods, Yase, Blue feathers and rice, as taboos of the descendants of the gods, three of them are now gathered together. ”

Vatra opened her hands wide again.

“Well, let's get started! ”

“To protect this String Island, let's start a war! ”

“Ha-ha-ha! ”

Vatra's furious laughter echoed through the night sky.

Not for long.