Sword of the Philosopher

I walk out into the basement in a way that is like alongside an anvelate - but the intensity of its temper was considerable, and there was an atmosphere that seemed to move over here even as it became resentful.

"Villaiser was creating demons in this underground"

While walking, Anverate speaks out.

"There's a lot of power in the basement, so you used it. But there seems to be a lot of unevenness depending on the location, and there aren't that many creation points."

"Was there more than one place?

"Yeah. Apparently, there was a demon that was easy to create from point to point, and there was a magic formation from place to place - see, here"

That's what she said. The first thing she pointed at was the magic formation painted on the floor. Just about the size of a three-meter radius? I'm sure it's big, but it doesn't even look like it could produce a giant beast.

"Here Villaiser was creating a demonic factor"

"Factor?"

"You wouldn't be able to go outside building a giant demon here, would you? Simply put, we built this magic formation to make things like demonic babies and grow them in big caves where we could go out on the ground and out."

It's like a ranch, and if I thought so, there was a continuation of the Anverate story.

"By the way, maybe a day or two will be the cycle until the factor is born and grown."

"You're born a lot sooner..."

"You guys were dealing with it flat, but it's going to take a little longer if you're in the Giant Beast class... that's how the Villagers were creating demons"

- Imagine a diagram of Chimatima doing that in this basement, that's pretty surreal.

"Naturally, it's Rostaldo's instructions, isn't it?

"Otherwise you wouldn't be doing this kind of trouble, would you?

Anverate walks out. I still walked next to it... I just thought I'd ask you some stepped in questions.

"I'm not going to ask you for details, but have you known Rostaldo long enough?

"Well, we've known each other for an incredibly long time in human life."

"... Mr. Devals called Rostaldo an ancient angel, but so did Anvelate?

"Well... I'm not going to tell you how old I am."

"I'm not going to ask you that much. Speaking of which, Mr. Nell was an old angel, too."

"There was no interaction at all, though."

Anvelate speaking with shrugged shoulders.

"I don't think it's as simple as being turned into one of the ancient angels."

"Maybe so... but you mean we've known each other and it's been moving with years of grudge"

Convinced and muttering by himself, Anverate only returned "Right."

From there, go around where some villagers were creating demons. It's just that all of this has a similar magic formation, because there's no fallen angel who's the creator, or it doesn't work anymore.

"Hey, Anverate, is it possible to use this magic formation to make demons out of you?

"I can't. This magic formation is only going to react to the magic of the Villaiser. There was a chance that the angels would use this, so I guess Rostaldo instructed us to make it exclusive to the Villagers."

"Yeah, I see"

Watching the magic formations as they hit on each other...... it's never a bad vibe (although the air keeps dying), but I really don't have the time to talk about her - I'm not going to do anything forceful because I have to say the least I can do to force myself to know about her.

It's just not a good idea to step in too much, step on the tiger's tail, and piss him off. So I thought we'd talked before... pretend,

"About Rostaldo, though."

"... oh"

"There was an angel with a grudge, just like me."

Return to her. She has a floating attitude and her mood cannot be seen.

"Rostaldo has a lot of power even if he can't be head of the heavens. There were many angels following him, forming factions."

"Is that still the case?

"No, the battle between angels left most of my family... in the form of a loss to power struggle. That kind of grudge made Rostaldo a fallen angel."

"A grudge against a fellow countryman."

"That sort of thing. It's awful human, isn't it?

Indeed.

"My family disappeared, and eventually the angel I supported disappeared, and he was alone... but I didn't give up. Looks like you did it in an unscrupulous way, trying to get more power."

"The unscrupulous way, the angel who said he had a grudge?

"That's right. In a nutshell, they took everything... what the angel had, everything."

Everything - I don't know what that's like. However,

"... what happened to that angel?

"I just defied you. But it was no match for Rothald, who had the original power... and ended up doomed with nothing left. That's what Rostaldo was doing."

- I kind of think, isn't that the Anvelate hit story? I know you're lying about being doomed.

That thought, apparently she read it out of my eyes... glancing at this one,

"Again, I'm talking about another angel. Things are a little different for me."

"Oh well...... yeah, okay. All I can tell you from that story is that Rostaldo has a lot of angels who do a lot of unscrupulous things and buy grudges."

"You would have been neglected, at least from being called an ancient angel... although not all of him because his activities were relatively limited and because some other angels were sowing troublesome seeds"

"I don't know about that either...... did the old angels have a lot of blood?

"It was a little special when Rostaldo and I were active."

"Special? What do you mean?

When asked back, Anverate returns "in no hurry".

"We have plenty of time, I'll talk to you. At the time, a study was popular among us angels."

"What if..."

"That's a good guess. Yes, the power to sleep underground that inspires me and Rostaldo to become a fallen angel."

"Have you been doing such research since the days of angels"

"Yeah, but the head of the heavenly realm at the time has notified me to stop doing research. But some angels, including Rostaldo, ran wild. It's the angel I told you about that got caught up in it."

"... confirmation, what is the relationship between Anverate and his angel?

"Just someone I know"

Suspicious...... but perhaps pursuing it will just tease you.

"I see, I get it... in the end, he says he's been and always has been flirted with by the power of sleeping underground"

"I'd say so. History repeats itself, but humans and angels are exactly the same."

"Looks like it."

The power of sleeping underground...... is that the trigger for everything? Rostaldo will use his full power and try to win this battle.

"... we have to stop it"

"Well, I agree."

Return to Anverate. Perhaps she couldn't win as an angel and dared to become a fallen angel. I was so prepared to corrupt myself that I could understand Rostaldo - I don't know if the story just now was about herself, but at least only that she had considerable resentment.