"Can Franz now swim like a fish?
"No, I can stay diving for a long time, and I can move pretty freely in the water, but that doesn't mean Ella breathes"
"Mariela, what are you going to let Franz do?
Between nights, Mariella and I had such a conversation with a blurry view of the water world.
Is it because of the burning out of famine and disease catastrophes, the water world seems to have ordinary demons gaining power, and I can see a lot bigger fish demons swimming than when I came here?
Isn't it a whale demon swimming loosely far up there? Although Mariella has only heard of whales.
"That's a whale demon, isn't it?
"Hmm? Oh, right. She still looks like a child……… I can't do that to a boulder."
"He's a very big kid. He's about ten meters."
For dreaming of some of Franz's lost memories, the time he slept seemed the same as usual, and Mariela and the others had a little extra time until the night arrived.
Until recently, Franz had taken advantage of the characteristics of his activities in the water to confirm the new tower - the path to the north tower. The eastern and western walls were partitioned along the way, and the north tower flared in the center of it, but the partitioned walls did not appear to have been repaired, and the separation between the towers and the walls remained somewhat wide to jump over.
I mean, at least from the northwest tower where the Mariellas are, you can't get to the north tower, and naturally the northeast tower can't get there without going all the way around the south side.
Franz alone would be able to reach the north tower, but he's not able to breathe underwater, so he's too risky considering the risk of encountering demonic fish along the way and the possibility that the door won't open if he gets there.
"Um, then, I wonder if it's that and that. Mr. Donino is here, and I would have made that if I had gone to the first floor..."
"What are you up to this time?
That and whilst necking Mariella, who acts like a fiercely forgettable middle-aged man, Eurike said, "If you need anything, I'll bring it?" He says.
"Thank you! The main thing will be after we rendezvous with everyone, but while we're at it, the fruit of the string and the gepra - the one that will be the ingredient in the flame bottle, I wonder if you'd like me to collect that for you."
"I get it."
"Let me help you, Eurike"
Mariella waves to Yurique and Franz, who both board the Raptor and go out to collect, "You're waiting to make something delicious".
Mariella's cooking with alchemy is exquisite and tastier than that made with a kitchen equipped 'wood leak day'. Travel destination dishes that move your body and are seasoned with a rare view that is not commonly seen, even the mediocre ones have an enhanced flavor, but if the dish itself tastes good, the feeding effect is excellent. When the rice is delicious, it only exhilarates the cane and mood.
When Edgan was saying wolf in the northeast tower, there were also two wolf in the northwest tower.
Mariella, who had dropped off the two easy ones, quickly finished the dish and then held a salamander asking for a pinch of food and fell asleep on the spot.
"Just a little, tell me?
"Cu......"
Is that the answer to Mariella's whining? When the salamander rang small, one and one closed their eyes.
(Oh, it's that dream again... I knew they saw me)
Protected by the fire of the Spirit of Fire, I dream of going to the dark woods.
How long has it been since my previous dream? The forest is even deeper, and the trees are as large as trying to cover them in a row.
Like a hand that blocks the way of people going through the woods, twisted crooked branches also help the darkness of the night to feel even more horrible.
How many times have people gone to that lake? A narrow path is formed to sew through the gaps in the trees.
(Was this the way it was in this forest? I thought it was a normal forest, but this is like...)
Faster than Mariella thinks it's like a forest she sees, Forest Wolf hits on the line going to the forest.
- A nagging dog! -
The power of not embodying Forest Wolf, but merely dwelling in a small flame, blinds the eyes of a demon who has lost his sanity and blunts the attack is best served by waving away Forest Wolf with an annoying flaming spirit on the lamp for the festival.
"It's Forest Wolf! Form a formation! Don't miss the demon removal potion!
But the line of weapons and protective gear that goes down the road is different and solid from when I first dreamed about it. Of course, as opposed to what the adventurers of the Labyrinth City are wrapped up in, they are less dressed than the equipment of the Endalgian kingdom 200 years ago, and are much less armored to inhibit movement, and weapons are far gone.
Still, there is absolutely nothing like a squadron-sized army taking back against a Forest Wolf opponent, and with swords and magic, he drives Forest Wolf out of nowhere.
- I haven't seen you in a while, but don't interrupt me! -
It's been a long time since I've been to that lake.
People's technology and the city flourished more and more. Both stockpiling food in preparation for famine and methods of smelting potions to soothe the disease have been established, and it has become progressively less common for a person to dwell on the power of the Spirit.
There are more humans living in the city than before, and from the Spirit of Fire, they are as narrow as a flock of sheep. What offends me more than anything else is that as the number of humans grows, the filth like a black one becomes visible here in the city.
With the breath that man exhaled with his filthy words, with tears of sorrow and anger flowing from his eyes, the filthy black oxen were exhaled throughout the city, and the air of the city seemed sumptuous to the Spirit of Fire.
The Spirit of Fire understood that it had long existed that it was a language of resentment or a tear of bitterness. The Spirit of Fire understood that it would invite something that was not very good when it was blown away without being smudged.
So this city, which has striven to purify its filth while turning the lights all over the city, but which is bright all night and the lights don't go out, was filled with gold and silver treasures that were brighter than the lights, and no matter how much the Spirit of Fire swept through the filth of the city, he didn't know that the filth would run out of its golden crevices and as people blow out of themselves.
Even though more filth is gushing out than the Spirit of Fire purifies, the filth of this human city does not become darker than a certain, like a water field with a runaway tip. That was not my concern for the Spirit of Fire.
It was not a concern that the black stains drifted in front of and behind the road, as they clung to and spearheaded the people who hurried to the lake.
The air in this forest, which was deep and quiet, is dark and damp, like the exhaling breath of a giant demon inviting him into the abyss. The demons of this forest, which was calm, run their eyes blood and attack the humans without even hearing the stopping of the Spirit of Fire.
Although I had already realized that this was not the forest that the Spirit of Fire knew, I could not help but be sure with its eyes what lay ahead.
The dark woods end at the lid.
To the Spirit of Fire, to tell the truth.
- Why... -
As the light of the moon poured down, the water, darker than the darkness of night, lay quietly on its side. In the middle of a pitch-black lake that swallowed the light of the moon and even the lights emitted by the fiery spirits, the spirits of that lake slowly appeared, moving their limbs wet with ink.
Would this lake have been this colour?
When I first came here, wasn't it clear enough that even the fallen wood that sank in the water was likely to be counted? When you accepted the sickness...? Did you see the bottom of the water then?
- It's been a while. I thought you might have lost it.
The Spirit of Fire thought that the Spirit of that lake was still very beautiful, whether its body was stained with dirt and black, or its eyes were staring black.
- It won't go away. Doesn't disappear. From now on. Ever, ever. I'm the one who complains...
Saying so, the Spirit of Fire looks back at the line he has led, and looks at the next 'offering'.
At that moment, a flame of pine light burned in the box of 'offerings' that a row had carried, burning up violently with gow.
"Wow, the fire!
"What is it, turn it off quickly!
"Shit, but it seemed dry and the fire momentum was intense..."
I'm sure it hasn't reached the ears of the people who will jump to the fire of the suddenly burning 'offering'.
"Tuskete," "Itai," "Demon Ga," "Coco Open Ketee."
There's a scream of 'offerings' coming up. Crying, screaming for help.
- Now you've been attacked by demons.
- Yeah. There's been a massive demon outbreak in the woods. There was an avalanche in the city. I managed to get rid of it, but a lot of people died...
It was only the poor who lived outside the fence that were attacked and died by demons, and those with glorious gold and silver treasures were able to escape demon damage amid strong fences, protected by a benign soldier.
The rich watched as the voices of those who begged for help were ignored and eaten alive by demons.
The resentment and anger of the poor who have been exploited ever since they were born. Fears and mournings that were attacked and devoured by demons were contained in their 'offerings'.
- Your flesh and soul are no longer in this world. I'm going to burn it all down. All you have to do is wipe out the charcoal, go back to the state where it doesn't have any color or shape, and unravel it into the atmosphere -
- If you blow it, you're gonna disappear, and you're stronger...
To the voice of the spirits of the smudging talking lake, the spirits of the flames laughed with joy and looked back, and froze that smile.
- Why? Why is filth still pouring in? -
I noticed a black stain drifting straight down the road from the city to the lake.
- There's a way out.
Long before we met, people came down to me to scold me. I am not the spiritual master of this forest, nor do I combine the power of decadence.
In going through it again and again, a concept must have emerged that is common to people.
This lake is a filthy place to return.
So, I guess this is how it started to flow down the dirty road.
Speaking quietly, the spirits of the lake cannot see the lake, nor the wrath nor the sorrow that has befallen them.
However, it embraces the falling moonlight as it embraces the falling leaves of the trees, as it embraces the falling rainwater from heaven.
- But, but. If you're so dirty...
The Spirit of Fire understood the reason for the transformation of the forest trees, the demons. This lake leads into the forest landscape. The filth that flows in circles the forest through the waters, moisturizing the trees and the animals. The creatures who lived in the woods and loved the woods would have let the filth of the lake dwell in them.
- Even if it turns black, it doesn't change what we do. It's just gonna get a little messy.
They say that dirty magic solidifies and creates demons. That's not false or anything. A creature that has taken in so much dirt that it cannot digest, turns itself into a demon.
Dirty is a person's spitting negative emotions.
There's no way a demon who's taken that stuff in and changed it can love people.
Demons don't hate people.
People hate people.
The Spirit of the Lake looks at the Spirit of Fire and laughs, saying that if a man is not there, he is no stranger to the business of the forest.
- Still! It's not like I'm not frustrated by the emotions that burn inside my heart! -
Seeing the screaming Spirit of Fire, the Spirit of the Lake laughs with tenderness.
- The earliest mechanism could be changed. Don't be presumptuous, to be driven mad by filth, as we have been doing for a long time, the surface of the water is about to shake in the breeze. Unless so much happens, our peace will not be threatened. You can go now, it's flaming. Your flames are too dazzling for you at the earliest...
Finally, the Spirit of the lake disappeared to the surface of the lake, and after that, no matter how much the Spirit of Fire called out, the surface of the lacquered black, which the moon did not even photograph, just swayed quietly.
The Spirit of Fire could not forget the dazzling, gentle, gentle night that was thrown at him, and the dark eye colour like the bottom of the Naruto directed at the humans at the moment they disappeared to the surface.