Tensei Oujo wa Kyou mo Hata o Tatakioru

The next day is fine. The day before was fine and the snow was mostly melted, so we left. Then I stayed overnight in a village on the way, and on the evening of the next day, I was near to the planned village.

A forest can be seen in the distance on the gently descending road. Beyond that, there were steep snowy mountains. As it goes south along the border, that mountainous area should be a raptor area.

There was something I remembered from the Raptor.

Look around and see if there are any people. I was convinced that it would be okay because I had good prospects and opened my mouth.

"Speaking of which, when I read the material about folk tales, I noticed something new, but it may not be directly related to the purpose of this trip."

Look back and talk to Leonhardt over his shoulder.

I haven't been nervous since I started traveling. I'm far from getting used to it, and my heartbeat is still quick, but I think that it seems that it can be repaired on the surface.

"Please tell me"

"Wolter seems to be studying not only Nebel's folk tales but also that of neighboring countries. Of course, the number is much smaller than that of Nebel, but it is quite interesting."

Because I live along the border, I think I often heard stories from travelers coming from Raptor. It was easy to read because it was organized separately from the domestic one.

"I had something in common with the one in Nebel, but the interpretation was the opposite."

"Is it true?"

"Yes, you mentioned earlier that bad fairy is often used as a subject, isn't it?" In Nebel's folk tale, in some stories, a fairy makes a child drink something like a black flame. And the drunk children wandered through the forest with their souls alone, or were taken to the Land of Yomo ... anyway, there were many reminders of death. "

"Neighbors are not."

`` The whole story is quite different, like an old man wandering around the world to get eternal life finds at the very end, or a spirit that gives a severely injured child falling off a cliff, The only thing in common is that he drinks the flame, but the person who drank that flame will resurrect, not die. "

"Resurrection? Is a person who has died revived?"

"Hmm ... it's bad to survive. Exactly how does a dying person survive? Drinking flames can heal injuries."

"Sure, the opposite is true. How many different countries are next to each other, but how do they change their interpretation?"

Frowning frowningly, Leonhardt mutters.

I also had that question. Although the countries are different, the languages are almost the same. Nor is diplomatic severance. Nevertheless, the opposite interpretation of the same subject is a strange story.

"It's strange, so I thought a bit. From here on, it's just my imagination without any grounds, so I'd rather listen to about a tenth, not just a half story."

"Yes"

Leonhardt smiled and nodded.

"I wondered why this was the answer to why raptors would stick to things that were only calamities. If they were able to inhabit living humans in some way, they would be controllable."

Leonhardt's eyes, who heard my ridiculous plan, opened up.

"I don't think it's the case, but it's a possibility that I believe it."

There may be information that can only be obtained within the Raptor, as some books have been handed down to King Nebel. It is thought that folk tales were created based on that tradition.

But I don't think there was an example of controlling the Demon King.

Every time the Demon revived, he threatened the world. If it were really controllable, at least one of the humans who had become the Demon King's vessel in the past would have tried to destroy the world on their own will.

Well, everything is just my imagination, so the line is rich, completely misplaced.

Leonhardt was silent and thoughtful.

He had a difficult look, so he noticed my gaze and softened his expression.

"It's interesting, but it doesn't seem to come to a conclusion even if we discuss it here. Let's take it back to the capital and consider it."

Of course, there is no objection. Now let's concentrate on searching for the Demon King.

When I turned my gaze forward, I was just beginning to see the village.

By the time we arrived at the village, the sun had already begun to lean, so the investigation was carried over.

Overnight at the inn, the next day. Discover the target building easily without asking the villagers.

According to the information of Vice Commander Wolter, the temple existed quietly outside the village, as if carrying a forest.

The building was more tattered than expected and there was almost no roof left. Some of the walls have collapsed, so there are plenty of leaves on the floor.

If this was the right temple, did Mikhail try to sleep in this place? I guess it doesn't seem to prevent rain or wind.

Even just looking from the outside, I knew that there was no hidden room behind.

The rest is underground, but it looks like it ’s hard to find.

"I will come first, so come back later, do not approach the wall."

Lonhard, trying to enter, stopped at the entrance to the temple. He looks inside, protecting me behind.

"... I see evidence of someone entering recently."

"eh?"

"And it looks like you're looking for something."

I heard the words of Leonhardt and I faded.

The first thing that comes to mind when I ask you to look for something is the Demon King.

"Don't leave me"

Leonhard pulls out his sword and speaks in a low voice.

If you step on with caution, the inside is dim even though the roof is not more than half. An unpleasant odor resembling a musty smell sticks in the nose.

As my eyes got used to it, I knew what was going on in the room.

The thick stone pillars and the carved walls of the reliefs were exposed to the weather and were black and dirty. The sculptures located at the innermost ends are broken on the right, leaving only the pedestal. The left is also shaved, barely retaining the shape of a person. The floor is filled with broken ceiling fragments, mixed with leaves and mud. But, as Leonhard said, there was a clear trace of movement.

Someone scraped the leaves and moved the rubble.

Like us, there was certainly a trace of desperate search for a hidden room.

"Who ..."

I muttered like a solitary word, but there is one answer that comes to mind.

"The likelihood of a bandit is not zero, but it is extremely low."

The room is in desolate condition. The valuable things are long gone or broken. I don't think I'll look for it until I've bothered to remove the rubble.

A person with the same information as me is on the raptor.

And walking ahead of us.

Assumed to the last. But the imagination was so scary that my spine was frozen.

Leonhardt puts his sword in a sheath and gently taps on my back, standing up stunned. "Let's investigate," he begins to investigate inside the temple.

However, I cannot find anything that seems to be a door leading to the hidden room. Even if you hit the floor and search for a cavity, you missed it. I had to conclude that it was not here.

"You, what are you doing here?"

I heard a voice as soon as I left the temple.

The old man who seemed to be a villager carrying firewood was staring at Leonhardt with sharp eyes. But when he finds me behind, he releases his alert.

As a reminder, I talked about the same setting as before, "I like old buildings, but my brother brought me in."

"I wondered if weird guys were wandering. I'm sorry."

"... Is there a thief?"

"No, no. I didn't mean anything else was stolen. It's just a matter of seeing a dubious guy around here recently. Nobody else was hurt, but it's kind of creepy."

I hit a bitter old man, but I can't concentrate on the story.

Is it that the temple here has already been examined?

It is behind. That guess was turning into conviction.