Metastasis did not end in one shot.
There are countless kinds of magic burning in my memory, and there are several kinds of metastases. Troy doesn't seem to have much longer flight distances for me or Yuka. It's a lost technology, so it's amazing to be able to use.
A total of nine metastases were eventually repeated while the immobile body was held by Troy.
Yes, we're here ~
That said, the place that finally settled down was in the ruins because it was old. There is a bed-sized table in the middle of almost every room.
Well then, let's get ready ~, ahh ~ busy ~
He is hugged by a mixed nose song and laid on his back on an abominable platform. In the meantime, I tied my wrists with a rope in a large shape.
Yeah, yeah, yeah! It's suddenly a sacrificial line!? I'm glad I got a skirt without drapes!
"Hey, hey, wait... what? Move."
Reflectively speaking, I could speak normally. Your body also moves.
"For now, I've released it. I'm bored if I can't talk. You can move freely. Just on that table."
"... I don't appreciate it at all"
Raise your head as much as you can in an impossible system and look around the room. A chilly room with nothing but a large area.
When I turned my eyes outside the window, I saw a lush bush that clearly felt disgusting.
Looks like a mountain back there somewhere. My neck and abdominals were exhausted and I fell asleep.
"Guardman who protects the surroundings is a wild monster."
"It's because of me. No matter how big a prophet is, ordinary people don't deserve to escape. This is the only room where my boundaries protect me."
I'm not bluffing to warn you of your ease.
Troy's metastasis magic was certainly about 6.5 kilometers in diameter at the longest distance traveled. Moreover, there is a limitation that a stable place of magic is desirable.
Based on that, no matter how far you estimate, it's about 50 kilometers in a straight line. At least I was saved in Japan.
But I saw a monster outside a glass window.
Fully sense the neighborhood with the perception of the Great Prophet. There were so many and so many kinds of monsters wandering around in the distance that I was tired of small things. I was worried about seeing it in a state where it was about to be brainwashed, but I could recognize it unexpectedly clearly.
With the kind of monster I saw and the slightly special vegetation, I quickly figured out where it was.
"This is the Iphigenia forest, right? Randall's territory"
"Ahahaha, that's the teacher! You already know that with this much information?
Troy affirmed it was crazy.
"My Randall family has been training for generations. I've intentionally left monsters in the woods. This is a management shed that was used until three generations ago. It's in the middle of a monster colony."
Sure, no matter how predictable this is, it's hard for me to get out with my motor skills. I can't move from this platform in the first place.
"The plan is too vague. Is it okay to run away at your knees like that? I'll break the address soon."
"I guess. But the whole woods have been transformed by magic, so no one but me can use magic."
"--Can you do that?
It's hard to believe, but I don't think it's bullshit, so I go into the search. If it were true, how big would it be? How many good magicians can you do that on an individual basis?
"Isn't there a sanctuary where no monsters come out?
I associated the word with the Messiah Forest, which was not the answer. At Kasandra's knee. There are certainly a few places where the black moisture is not allowed to enter.
"The opposite here. It was originally a state of monster heaven because the connection with the world (...) has been widely thin for centuries. It was an environment in which the power of magic was drastically reduced, so it was easy for me to play with just a little extra effort. It seems uncomfortable for ordinary people to breathe, but it's comfortable enough for people like me to bathe in the forest. That's why rescue is hard to break, even if the place is broken."
"If you can't use magic, if you're a knight, you won't have to struggle to get there."
I disagree, but this is close to fiction. Even if it is, it will take a reasonable amount of time.
Magic attacks and defenses have no support, and all monsters encountered must be eliminated by physics without physical fortification. The monster's enemies depend on only five senses. It's like a party with only a swordsman.
Troy nodded honestly rather than ironically.
"That's right. So I'm going to clean it up right away."
No matter how favorably you think about it, your uncomfortable remarks don't stop you from sweating inside.
Is that it? Is that some kind of yab snake!?
I don't have to predict, but I just don't like it anymore!!
"Where's Grace!? You're the only one!?
Forced conversations. I thought Grace retreated first, but there's no shadow here but Troy.
"This is my spot. There is a wobble in it, isn't there? I'm just an accomplice, and I'm not your friend, so I don't even know if it's private."
A really dry answer. Rather than surprise. Aren't they particularly related to nicknames? Do you feel disbanded as soon as the joint event is over?
"What was your relationship with Grace?
"If I were married to you, I'd be your stepmother."
"That's okay!
"Ha ha ha. Six years ago, when I first saw you, I felt destiny. At first glance, I knew it was Grace's blood. Even with the same face, I felt the difference between light and darkness. I've always been involved with the dark, so if I had you first, I wonder if there might have been a different way - I'm surprised."
There was an eye that gave up everything, even though it was disgusting, but still focused on some purpose.
― Well then
Troy suddenly takes my right hand.
I felt disgust in my palm and took a breath.
Motivated to continue earlier!! Brain-washing that sends black air. I'm in custody and can't afford to pay as usual.
You don't have to do it sneaky little by little anymore, so now you're going to prune my freedom all at once.
I tried to divert Troy's magic from the hands I had previously connected, but it was impossible. I can't control the feeling of my right hand because of the strongest influence of drowsiness. Instead of magic, I think I'll accidentally absorb it.
Troy raised his eyebrows in suspicion at me, who drank a sticky spit without any trick. Then let go immediately.
When I looked at it with suspicion, the scratches I had just received from Chiaran remained on my wrist, and I forgot to heal.
Troy has been paying attention to it for a while and is thinking about something.
"... what are you doing?
"Yeah, there's something I'm curious about...."
If you say so, I'll take the knife that was pointing at me again.
And all of a sudden, I shook it down my chest.
"─!!?
You can't even scream, just stare. The scene that I've seen repeatedly - a once seen prophecy being killed by a man with a black hood - is slowly regenerated in my brain.
Gyaaaaahh, here!!?
The sudden arrival of the pre (·) period (·) (·) (·) not yet (·) (·) hardened my body.