The Principle of a Philosopher by Eternal Fool “Asley”

Late night in the king's capital Regalia.

There are two shadows running to the roof telling of the house.

The small shadow running the lead was quick, but so was the shadow behind it.

"Yoo-hoo. Ho no!"

"... wait"

Melky runs while holding down the characteristic wizard hat of Dark Brown.

Gradually pulling away the black man in the rear as he rocks his zero blonde hair out of his hat.

He said, "No, wait, wait, wait! Don't tell Ishtal that. No!

Melky's eyes, screaming backwards, glow pale and sway.

"Gu... you think I can't catch up with this...?

"Ha ha. You mean proof you haven't missed a workout outside of level. No! Cleet!

"Chi! The devil's eye user......!

Man Cleet, dressed in a black borough robe and with a mutated body, instantly read through Merqui's aggressive behavior.

But the speed is still better on Merqui.

Merqui finally disappeared into the darkness of the city of Legalia. Cleet didn't have the means to find this.

And the cleats disappear into the magic formations painted on the roof.

Then Melky, who should have disappeared, appeared from the chimney of a certain house.

He seems to be narrowing his eyes and confirming the space transfer magic formation where the cleats disappeared at a distance.

"Uh-huh. The roof is inclined and unbalanced, so it's difficult to draw a magic formation... but the ability to activate magic that doesn't make it anything. Besides, it looks like Ishtal has a pawn inside when it comes to space transfer magic formation... no!

I put my own considerations in my mouth and listen to them with my own ears. Yeah. Melky nodding.

"Oops! My beauty is going to be so bad with coal!... No, you might see more. No!

Once again out of the chimney, Merqui draws the magic formation on the roof.

"Mm-hmm, I can do it, too. No! Ooh!"

Merqui went out of his way on the roof to do the front universe once before entering the Space Transfer Magic Formation.

Merqui stares into the night sky with her own beautiful blue eyes as she disappears.

His eyes were shaking somewhere, somewhere dangerously unstable.

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When Melky showed up at the destination of the transfer, the sound of her legs aligned simultaneously rang from nearby.

It looked like an artificial dungeon there, with doors on rock walls or reinforced ceilings with wood.

"Ha ha. No, thank you. Is that grandpa in the back or not?

No one responded to Merqui, who made a loving laugh with coal on his nose tip.

Everyone is drooling their heads (like this) at Merqui and piercing their silence.

(Well - Damn, I really want these people here...)

One warrior approached Melky as she leaked her little sigh-like nose.

The warrior was a middle-aged woman with short red hair.

Numerous daggers were worn on his legs, as was a dagger on his chest.

It was an obvious light outfit compared to the people around us, but everyone, including this woman, had something in common.

The protective equipment to be worn must have a silver colour.

"Welcome to Silver. Lord Merqui."

"Hey Beria (,,) isn't it? Same Buddha. No. You don't have a pretty face, do you?

Melky said, laughing at the crap.

But Beria didn't say anything to Merqui, she just started guiding him back.

"Argent is waiting for you. Come here......"

The silver chalker on Berea's neck gleams with glitter.

"Hehe, no public discourse either. Betty (,,) was kind enough to have a crush on her, no?

Merqui, who was walking on to Berea with his arms behind his head, said with a grin.

Then Berea's leg stops.

"............... did you meet that girl?

"That girl...... right. Well, sometimes I see you. Silver and his apprentice were close. We've been getting a lot of information going around these days, haven't we?

It was Berea, who had been silent for a while, but only groaned "Really?" without showing her face to Merqui until the end, and walked out again.

Merqui narrowed her eyes and looked behind her, looking at Berea, who was not going to cut her boil.

"... not at all"

Guided to the front of the deepest room, Merqui walks sideways through the door to the berea that encouraged him to enter.

"Oh, you're here."

"'Oh, you're here,' you must be. I wish I could just get rid of such a hassle..."

"Ha-ha-ha, you're no different, Melky. It's not a bad life in the hole, is it? I'm sorry. You want something to drink?

Before Argent, who sees and hears the liquor bottle placed on the shelf, Merqui laid her hands to block it.

"I'm sorry. No. I have to go after this."

"Oh, you mean you got something?

"Otherwise you won't come to such a despicable place. No."

Argent grins bitterly as he scratches his head at Merqui, who returns the words pale.

"Huh, so let me ask you something?

"... the tablet of prophecy"

"Huh!"

Merqui just said that, and the grin disappeared from Argent's eyes.

"... talk to me"

"The monument of prophecy in Castle Regalia, the king's capital. Last night, that tablet lit up, like it was going to react to something. No."

"Does that mean it was the original?"

"I guess not. If you look in the castle for reason, you won't find the original text. When the prophetic tablet was glowing, I could feel a trace amount of magic. There are probably people (,) who regularly supply magic from that neighborhood. I noticed Ishtal turned it off every time... but I could see it this time. No."

Argent stands up as he knocks down the chair.

"You mean the full text of the prophetic tablet has been revealed...!

"Our generation is enough to swallow that prophecy. I intend to see how that reacts. But....................."

"But what is it...?

"I think my face is close, no!

Melky's Decopin strikes the fleshy Argent's forehead.

"Oh, my God... that's a hell of a power."

"It's worse to come into the maiden territory. No."

"Hey, you're a maiden... not at all"

"Did I say anything?

To a glimpse of Merqui, Argent blocks his mouth.

Before the sighing Merqui, Argent stared into the void and began to whine as he remembered.

Prepare for the coming Demon King, those who move on tomorrow...

The twelve men, their men, will not be the light that illuminates the world.

O twelve men, be the light of night and darkness, and guide the people.

"... that's all we need to know"

Argent with prophecy as his word turns to Merqui.

As if he had perceived such a gaze, Merqui begins to speak of its continuation.

Rise with the twelve branches, O twelve men.

Twelve, help him with the twelve.

Those who honor yesterday, the resurrection of the Demon King is near.

Love God, obey God.

then the path will lead to a piece of light

Eventually his present will shine a light on all paths

Twelve men, following him, will not be the light that illuminates the world.

O twelve men, follow him, and lead the people into the light of night and darkness.

To him who will eventually emerge, hold love, power and laughter, and crush the ambitions of the Demon King.

His name is - Jihadist Paul.

Having heard all the prophecies, Argent rebelled (soldered) with bumps as he burned them into the back of his brain.

"Jihadists show up? No, wait. Twelve... What?

"You can't just create a twelve person tissue with twisted information. Twelve is the culture of Tweed, called the stem branch. Now there's hardly any national traffic, Twead... I guess that means you had connections in the days of Jihadists."

"I see... where Merkie is going was Twead...!

"That's the thing. What is the stem branch and what does it matter? Who is the jihadist paua............ i feel like if i go to twed i will know"

Merqui deeply re-wears the wizard hat.

Drawing on the ground is still a space transfer magic formation.

"... ok. Pray for good luck."

"Ha ha, I'll call you when I know something. No!

disappear into the space transfer magic formation with a pleasant reply.

A quiet Argent room.

Argent whines as small as he remembers, fixing the chair he knocked down.

"............ Ha? Love, power and............... hold a laugh?

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Returning to Castle Regalia, the king's capital, Cleet was walking through the tricks and hidden passages in the castle.

This is the passage where Azley was led to Beech Hale in ancient times.

Abnormal cleats can't stand out and walk in the castle. This is how they usually walk down a passage that doesn't touch people.

Eventually we reach the room where Azley meets the Holy Emperor Huddle.

There was already one man standing there.

"... it looks like you're on hold."

"Hmm... it must have been your mistake to allow the intrusion. Billy......"

"They were trespassing before I took office. Then it's your mistake, Cleat..."

Billy and Cleet, both sides stare at each other, and the magic surrounding the two is more intense and compressed.

"Don't."

Stopped the two of you in a one-touch situation was a short stop word.

Just hearing the words, they turned themselves right and knelt (on their knees) on the spot.

I don't know about men and women, a crouched low voice.

The one in black who appeared before the two of them.

"" Dear Ishtal... "

Yes, the opponent on whose knees the two knees were called the Black Ishtal.

"You're out of shape, Cleet?

A cleat that makes your shoulders vividly tremble on Ishtal's words.

"………………………………………………………………………"

To swallow, squeezed out words.

"Hehe, then you should come to the room later......"

Billy giggles, seeping sweat in her face, shuddering and lowering her head on the side of the cleat.

"Billy."

"Ha!"

"Work."

Noticing a meaning in his short words, Billy looks up and gives a joyful look.

"Oh, so you finally figured it out, huh?

"There was a lot of extra interference, but I was finally able to catch a star by myself..."

"I will go anywhere for this Billy, Master Ishtal."

Billy bowed his head deeply once now.

"Hehe, it's not that far away"

"What do you mean?

Billy waiting for Ishtal's word.

"He who is a child, was still a child. Finish it first."

"Ho, still......!

"Don't be alarmed. It may not be a burn..."

"That's what I've known since I was young (,,)..."

Billy gets up all the time in one room where only the candle fire lights up.

A small wind of raised claps quietly rocked the candle fire.

Billy stares at the fire, stares, and lifts the edge of his mouth.

"The time has come. You can finally kill him............... Gaston"