Sword of the Philosopher

Except for the angels, I decide to leave the magic estate and watch things change. Confirming on the far-winder, Devals was putting something at the center of the formation.

Was it something that had enclosed the magic of the Anverate? Watching with doubt, the magic team eventually began to emit light.

It is daytime, so its light is not very noticeable by the sun's light... but no, the light intensity is increasing slightly. Eventually the light developed so much that it covered the earth that the angels even seemed to stand on the grasslands of light.

It's a fantastic sight.

Sophia leaks her thoughts. Various views were burned to the eye during the journey, but the current sight would only be engraved in memory, an unseen view.

Eventually there will be changes outside of the ground. If I looked up at the sky, the clouds began to swirl around the center of the magic formation. Is it enough to even interfere in the sky...... eventually wind as well as clouds begins to occur and the center of the magic formation begins to get rough.

"... suppose this is what you have to do to bring the angels back to life"

To the lid, Liese, lying down, raised her voice.

"Unusual resources and magic must be followed… unscrupulous methods, theoretically possible, but perhaps not for us humans"

"I guess. It's a task that the head of the heavens will take part in, and whether he can reproduce it even if he learns technology."

We're talking about how difficult it is to revive something that disappeared once, including humans... eventually the magic team gets even more radiant. The magic becomes felt on my skin, and the light of the magic formation becomes so invisible that I can't look directly without narrowing my eyes.

Devals' appearance was also swallowed up by the light - a little, the magic accompanied the wind and ran through this island.

"Huh...!

Impact enough to speak out unexpectedly. There are no injuries or anything because it is a hostile magic, but it is still intense enough to get stuck in my voice. The face of the organization also loses its voice and just has to look at the current sight.

But that time is a dozen seconds or so, and eventually the light subsides. It's more like converging somewhere than just interrupting magic. It will probably gather in the center and be poured to revive the Anverate.

Vision reverts. The magic team also lost light and apparently finished the role. Near the center, where Devals stands in those midst, it turns out, moreover, that magic lingers.

The magic is poured into objects that are placed on the ground little by little. Does this magic take shape and lead to the resurrection of the Anverate?

"... All right, that's a paragraph"

I heard Devals. And he moves away from the center of the magic formation and approaches where we are.

"It amassed a vast amount of magic and poured it into a vessel where the soul of Anverate sleeps. Once the magic is created, it is poured into one place, just like the river. All we have to do is wait."

"You don't have to do anything anymore?

"We have to make follow-up observations, but the majority of what needs to be accomplished is over. Just wait for the magic to build up from here."

"How much time do you need?

"Sounds like an elaborate day. If I resurrect Anverate here, I'll stay and discuss it with the phantom beast, okay?

"I suppose we should also hear the views of the party, Anverate... do you have information in your head in the first place, or is something material sleeping somewhere? If it's the latter, we'll get out of here."

"Then that's the time. Let's just say we discuss it with her and decide."

I snort at Devals' words. The ritual is done. Let's wait and see.

From there, he went inside the accommodation and just watched as the magic slowly converged. At night it was because it was dark. The magic flow was visualized, and I saw a slight convergence of the columns of light on the ground around the magic formation.

It was somewhat of a romantic view, something I never tired of watching... but near midnight its light also weakened - it was completely gone in the morning. And

"... apparently, you're awake"

Devals voice. When I left the building, there was a shadow in the place where the magic was staying last night.

A woman in a white robe... I can see the side from me, but the figure was exactly an angelic version of the unvelate, not a fallen angel.

I walk slowly to her with Sophia. So I'm going to go with Devals and explain it to him first.

Anverate doesn't move at all. As soon as I wake up, I'm wondering if this is real or something else - and maybe I'm lost.

Eventually I hear footsteps, so I turn my neck here. And she frowned, either because she was a terribly familiar opponent,

"... it doesn't look like you're dead."

"The situation, do you understand?

Somehow I asked, Anvelate shrugged her shoulders,

"Well... I was going to have a beautiful breakup, but what way... if you look at the magic formations on the ground, you can see at first sight that it's an unscrupulous means, but you pulled me back out of the world of death by some means anyway... I wonder if that means you kept my magic and used it"

"You're fast and helpful."

And, this is what Devals said.

"There were so many things that I had to get information from you."

"To me? Hmm, I don't know... but isn't it a fallen angel tangle?

- We're trying to challenge the existence of a sleeping underground.

When this one started talking, she narrowed her eyes.

"I did a lot of research and found out that Anverate had that information, and it actually brought me back to life"

"Oh, I see... he said it mentioned me in this one's ruins. I see, the existence of the underground... it was not strange to interfere in any way based on the fact that the underground forces were used and corrupted angelized."

"Right... so, about the key information... but... oh, no, wait. I had one thing to do before that."

- Actually, at this point, I had the feeling of pounding from behind. Regardless, it's not Sophia or Devals.

"There's an angel who says he wants to see Anverate."

"To me?

The sound of him not being there. Well, I don't think it's normal for someone to want to meet someone who's become a fallen angel.

"Oh... it's her"

That's what I say. I move to the side. And

"Thank you."

For some reason, the greeting of the other demeanor echoed around.