Something like a black crystal sphere rolls over a work desk placed in the center of the laboratory (lab).
'Please tell me what it is, sage Grecas...! My infinite knowledge......! The key to the wisdom of the Glorious Millennium Empire (Southern Pedia) …. Now, listen to me... listen to me.'
"Right... I'd like to ask you one thing"
'Oh, whoa...! What the... No, why?
The tone has changed to polite, but the recalcitrant rhetoric remains the same.
This is the end of 'Proxyan Coral', a ghost once worshipped as a land god in Hikarikamina.
Regarding the identity of this guy, after the Superdragon Drasilia War ended, he is carefully examining him with repeated interrogations (...).
From what I can tell, there seems to be no lie in that the prehistoric magical civilization that flourished more than a thousand years ago belonged to the Millennium Empire (Southern Pedia).
The identity was buried in Hikarikamina, the 'gatekeeper (gatekeeper)' who manages the subspace transfer gate, which is found to be only part of the mechanism by which control is exercised.
The truth, so to speak, seems to be that the administrator of the subspace transfer device (...) (...), at the end of the world, sealed his own soul in some sort of 'treasure tool' and hid underground for over a thousand years to live forever...
And when Superdragon Drasilia broke open the subspace transfer gate from the "other side," it just happened to awaken.
- "Ha, ha, ha! The rest is Proxyan Coral, a soul that resembles the roots of those who created the reason of the world! He knows how to manipulate. He's equal to God! These poor bugs, the dragons who can't... not even this world!
- "Stupid and Sage Grecas......! Don't you get it? If there is anything else, the wisdom of the Glorious Millennium Empire (Southern Pedia) will be lost forever! The key to infinite magic knowledge is all that's left! We who even reached the throne of God are the ones who make it all magic and truth! Proxyan Coral! Transcendental Presence - '
Looking back at the line this guy threw up, it does sound like he was saying something amazing, but there's nothing specific about it. At the top of the world tree, issuing a decree to a herd of regiosculls has moved, and in the end, it has not been able to affect it.
I mean, big language. It's Necromancer bullshit. I guess the Hikarikamina religious group was put on a proper ride by this ghost word.
"I am searching for a secret way to dwell my soul in man-made life. Do you have any idea?
'... ah, ah!? Yes, I do! Yep... In the glorious Millennium Empire (Southern Pedia), where the rest reigned, it was just a very ordinary magic…. No matter what, you know... I'm here.'
"Oh, so you can tell me?
"So... I need you to get me out of here first, hey... you know, a lot of inconvenience."
The face of the Necromancer sticking to the inside of the black crystal distorts the mouth as if it were melancholy.
"It's not a deal. And if you destroy that space, you disappear."
'So, right!? Yes, you are...'
Proxyan Coral, enclosed in a special 'Apartment Varia' that can never be undone. A spherical space less than three centimetres in diameter is his dominant world (...).
The very small world isolated from this side of the world only conveys audio slightly as an air vibration.
Naturally, it is also impossible to escape by emitting magic, unleashing a curse, let alone destroying the "world itself" for him: the isolated junction.
Truth is, I can't even put it back. If you interfere with the sphere in an attempt to retrieve the contents, the in-space diameter regresses to zero and, by the way, disappears.
"You don't know? No such magic exists?
"Ma, there is magic! Sure. Bye... '
As Proxyan Coral gave up, he started answering my questions.
"I want to know, tell me"
'... we need a vast magical process and materials... Mercury, the simmering sulphur of Iometheus, the salt of the lake on the Lane Plateau......! And the sober blood... and the position of the moon are important. "
"... I want you to tell me the exact dosage and method of making it"
'Ah?... Um. There are secrets to planting souls...! I do. But, Les, the recipe... is a little unique, and the amount of it... doesn't vary depending on the full moon... ah! Yes, the moon and the sun! temperatures in the season then...... portions, oh this is really hard!
"Hum...?
There are many answers. I've heard a lot about it before, but everything is at this rate.
The word "gatekeeper", which calls itself God, will sound fascinating to those who explore its path or seek the wisdom of the Millennium Empire (Southern Pedia). Because it sounds like it depends on the interpretation.
But it lacks specificity, and I don't know one thing that matters. I mean... I guess he doesn't know anything about it himself.
It's useless to just listen, if you listen properly and start researching, it's visible to fit into the trail, the deep dots in no time.
"Oh, um... sage, Grecas?
"... liked"
Really great. This is good for you.
'Huh?'
I lift the corner of my mouth and speak to a black sphere that looks kyotoned to my words.
"I was making a mistake, Coral. After all, you seem great. [M] This knowledge I got from you...... It was very helpful."
'Damn, damn...... even if it is!? Oh, even if it is...! Whatever the rest... heir to the great wisdom of the Glorious Millennium Empire (Southern Pedia) -'
"Oh, you must be. Sources of knowledge……. Well, what if the legendary" Stone of the Wise "... of Proxyan Coral, also known as?
'Oh, oh...! Ba, I can't help but find out... or that's what they used to call me... like there was, like there wasn't. I don't care if you call me that...'
"I see. Convinced. From now on, let me call you my precious treasure, The Stone of the Wise. Oh, it'd be tough if someone stole it."
'Oh, oh... finally, you understand me...!
A proxyan coral that trembles with emotion is placed in a small old leather bag found in a laboratory (lab).
The leather bag that fits in the palm of the hand has a sealing magic (shearer) that blocks magic fluctuations and sounds.
This completes the legendary magic tool, The Stone of the Wise (False).
Proxyan Coral also regains confidence and grows reasonably well. You should start throwing up "in good shape" lines again.
In the future, I will carry it in my lumbar pouch just in case. That is, as insurance (...).
"Mine's over. How's Lentomia?
The light that plugs through the window is orange. It looks like it's time for dinner and smells good from nowhere.
"Hmm? The conversation between Greg and Proxyan Coral was just too interesting, and it hasn't progressed."
Lentomia, sitting at her desk, turns to her with her cheek cane. He pinches the pen under his nose and with his upper lip and still looks like he's about to blow out.
"Ha... Did you hear that? I just want a magic tool to sprinkle my fantasies."
"Countermeasures for the Duke of Automatériel Norard, right?
"Ah. Let them assume it's the legendary 'Stone of the Wise'"
"What? Aren't you going to find out soon?
Rock the chair with pleasure.
"Proxyan Coral is a real (...) that has existed for a thousand years. It's like a broken book with only a cover of knowledge and a table of contents left."
"I see. Really? In case they take it away, later the Duke of Nollard says, 'Incredible! I don't care if you protest... I'm a victim too, what can I say?"
"That sort of thing. I'm sure the Duke will laugh and forgive you."
"Ha ha...! It's vicious. Sounds like Gugle."
Lentomia stands up and stretches out, "Hmm..." For a brilliant half elf, my thoughts seem promising.
"Lentomia told me," Nolluad is no one with a heart who only thinks about magic. "If you know someone who only has a mind to explore magic, you need to do the right thing."
"Hey. I'm exploring magic, but I can't do it alone. There's Greg, and if everyone's not there, the magic... won't get stronger. You don't get my wish. Finally... I get it."
"... Lentomia!
In the unexpected words of my beautiful face partner, I learned strength. Yes, I'm not fighting alone. They have companions and comforting partners.
The sunset is turning red on Lentomia's face. I appreciate friendship.
"Come on, let's make it dinner"
"Yeah!"
Continued