The Principle of a Philosopher by Eternal Fool “Asley”

It still is. Completely. This is an installation-type spatial transfer magic formation.

Why the hell are you here? Thousands of years have passed since the opening of the temple.

It would be a magic formation drawn before or around the time I was born.

There was already space transfer magic that long ago? Stupid, impossible!

Even Tooth didn't recognize the space transfer magic before that?

No, but if a jihadist made it, could it be?

With that in mind, the space transfer magic formation emitted light to inform the activation.

"… I see that when you successfully unlock it, the formula is embedded to suck the magic and activate it with that magic"

When I crouched in and read the magic ceremony around me, it felt strange... something caught my mind.

What? No, it wouldn't even start if you were thinking about it right now.

Then it is......,

"Do we have to go..."

I got up and rode over the Space Transfer Magic Formation.

What lies ahead? What awaits you ahead? I was staring at my disappearing hand with a little tremor.

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It was a different space that metastasized and reached.

It's like a room in a labyrinth.

Except for the space transfer magic formation beneath my feet, there was only a shining ice column at the front.

How did you get a room like this? Did you draw a magic formation in a place with no entrance or exit? No, you buried it?

An elongated, rectangular room even if you look around.

"Hmm, I can't help but watch in silence..."

I slowly moved on, paying attention to the trap, etc.

Strangely, there was no such thing, and with a face like a shoulder watermark, I stood in front of a glowing ice column.

"Is this... human? Hmm? These ears... elves huh?

It was a young elf woman who was inside the ice-column.

He wears lightweight but powerful protective gear. This unique shade...... redness of the Marada pattern......

"Drinium steel? That means that the elves in this icicle... jihadist!? Come on, Storeroom!

I retrieved literature with legends like fairy tales I had read in the past.

We must have done some research about 3,000 years ago! That is, literature summarizing the characteristics of jihadists.

"There it is! Summary on Jihadists." Brave Giorno, "man of man. A righteous warrior. Known as the man who stabbed the demon king in the face, he is the leader of the Jihadists. Nice young man. According to folklore passed down to the province, it was pretty hot. You can play it. Damn it, you were writing these unwanted things. I am! Go on, go on! Uh," Mage Pore, "the human man. Use countless magic and magic tricks." The Knower of a Thousand Demons (Southern Magicians), "he said, feared, and was bright in body surgery. Finally," Warrior Lilia, "female elf. The line is thin, but the force that dwells in its body is said to have torn the earth apart into the sky. I can deduce from the excerpt from the folk song that he had thin green hair from the lyrics" White Green Hair in the Wind "... this is it"

Certainly the elf of a woman in the ice-column has thin green hair.

I mean, this elf...,

"Warrior Lilia......"

I shuddered at the cold that I could never get across.

But why is the body of a jihadist here?

I followed up on the literature that followed, but I didn't know what it said because of the many footprints of Porch.

Son of a bitch, take the liberty of trampling materials and vandalizing them...!

No, you can't even think about it and figure it out that quickly.

If you unlock the seal for now, it's dangerous to leave this here.

That's how I touched the surface trying to take on the ice column.... That, isn't it cold?

This material is definitely ice, but what do you mean you don't feel the temperature?

Maybe this icicle itself is a special artifact.

There is an object called "unsoluble ice" that is similar, but it is taken from the stomach of a special monster, and this does not seem to be such an object.

Though he assumed the ice-column and put it inside the storeroom.

I went outside and rendezvoused with Tsar again.

Seeing my face, Tsar started walking next door like he was good at something.

"Looks like you got what you came for."

"I don't know if it's what I want, but does it mean I got what I get?"

I was walking towards Porch, Lina, and Lara's waiting Central District, but I dared to slow it down.

Tsar also seemed to have guessed my intentions, making his body crawl to the ground at my speed.

"How do you know so much about witchcraft and black witchcraft?

Natural question. Talk about Tsar saying "that story later".

Tsar began to speak slowly as if he had prepared an answer.

""... what, what I've learned in the past. It's not about hiding either. Yes, it's a simple story. I've been walking a long way with magicians like Lord Azley, like Lord Porch, that's all. ""

"Like me?

Tsar shut up about my questioning. Could you possibly know my secret?

No, apparently you're looking back at the past. I do see those lights in Tsar's distant eyes.

"... about a magician as good as Lord Azley. He masterfully manipulated magic and gained witchcraft. I learned a lot about it, too, and we raised each other up." "

"Such a past..."

"" That's why I was surprised when Lord Azley found out he knew Gaston. "

Hmm? What do you mean? Maybe you know about Gaston?

Sure, only Gaston and the warrior emperor Verse can use magic as public information in the country, but could...

"" My former lord, the former warrior emperor Sagan, taught magic only to Gaston. What's the matter, Lord Azley? Falling?

I'm going to state in the wise man's recommendation that even a flat road can fall.

"Oh, uh, excuse me. Really? He was a demon of the former warrior emperor!?

"" That's what I was gonna say, isn't it?

"Well, that's why I earned my living on farming!

"" Sagan rescinded me when he realized the time of death. The devil and the LORD are a lotus of people. Because at the same time as the death of the Lord, the devil will die. Sagan didn't want me to die. "

"... where the hell is Lara?

"" I picked it up. Do you know that there is a land called Regiata between Bailanaea and Regalia?

I nodded silently. Because I came to Bailanaea the other day after a night there.

"" It was Lara who was dumped in the south of it. "

"Was it..."

With all sorts of things happening and my head about to get upset, I got to the Central District.

By the time she got back there, Lina had already got her face brighter.

Pooch guy, how the hell did you recover Lina with such encouragement?

I don't care what you think... well, maybe it moved from Lina because Porch did something to walk over.

No, absolutely. I can only assume so.

"I've been waiting for you, Master! Let's go have a one-ranked meal!

"Oh, I did! Lara, let's go eat some delicious meals! What do you want?

"No! Master! That's supposed to be a word to hang on me!

"Azley, Azley! I want fresh vegetables!

"Okay, that's a vegetable! Lina's coming with you, right? Mr. Tsal, let's go too!

"Master Fool Ahhhhhhhhh! Don't know anymore. Shh!

"Porch, come quickly or I'll leave you!

"... Ugh! It's more meat than vegetables! Make it a store with a lot of side menus hey! Oh, I'm telling you, I didn't forgive you for the master! But if you're going to take me to another store for dessert this evening, you'll have a better chance of forgiving me! What do you say, Master? Oh, what are you laughing at! That shitty nigga face, it sucks! Hey Master! What do you do with dessert! Hey Master! Are you sure you're listening!?

............... Well, what shall I make of dessert?