The path that stretched straight through the woods began to gradually become uphill.
The more you walk, the steeper the gradient becomes.
"Hey, hey, hey."
Deg was out of breath and blurred.
Oh, my God. You're making us climb mountains.
While saying that, I stretched my neck and tried to look beyond the road, but I couldn't see beyond the uphill slope because I was disturbed by the gloomy and lush trees.
"If you go up the hill like this, you'll be tired before you get to the stone."
The leading torque does not answer the words. The same was true of Galain, who walked at the rear.
But Degg doesn't seem to mind the two of them not responding.
"I wonder if the other teams are going this way too." If only we were alone, we wouldn't be lucky. "
Deg keeps talking about his thoughts in a non-nervous, decorative tone.
Oh, I can see it over there. It's not the anchovy.
Saying that, I pointed to the grass on the roadside.
Both Torque and Galain turned their faces to you, but they didn't say yes or no.
"Speaking of which, it's a black stone we came to get." It's definitely going to be where the anchovy grows. "
One of the purposes of night herb hunting, the anthurium sow is a grass that prefers to grow out of light during the day. This place, where the branches of dense trees cover the head without gaps, seemed optimal as a habitat.
Well, I can't say that.
I said that the torque was too high.
"Look, it's not that dark."
In response, Degg looked again at Anthurium, and cried out, "Oh, my God."
It's true. If you ask me, it's not pitch black.
The anchovy grown clinging to the ground was purple.
The darker the place, the darker the antibodies will be and the closer they will be to black.
Torque said.
So if the black stone sorcerer in the future manipulates the darkness, it's not a big match.
Awesome.
Degg gladly looked back at Galain.
"That's a lot of torque."
Galain nodded silently, sweating his forehead.
"I see. Then the enemy may be black, but he's not a manipulator of darkness." I wonder what else is black, black, or black. "
Whatever Deg started thinking while saying that, the torque turned.
"Galain"
The torque is called the rear end of the galley.
Let's get some rest.
But Gareen shook his head silently.
I see.
Having said that, the torque turns back forwards.
"That's right, Galain." You don't have the strength to do that. "
Degg said in a restless tone.
"It would be tough if we kept going uphill." Shall I let you float a little with my magic? "
Galain shook his head at the words.
It's a waste of magic power.
I answered with a sled, but the breath was already beginning to be disturbed.
"I see. But I wonder how long this path will last."
Without further ado, Degg said that and looked up the hill, which lasted as long as he was fed up.
Well, it's easy to go home.
"Galain, tell me as soon as you can."
Without turning around, the torque said.
"I can't start without you."
After Galain nodded silently, he thought that it would not transmit the torque, and he shouted out.
"Oh, I know, torque."
It's okay, Galain can worry about the torque.
Deggy turns around to tease Galain.
I wish I didn't have more strength, too.
"I won't take care of you two."
In response to the torque words, Degg looked forward with a smile that didn't bother him.
"I know. I'll walk, but if anything happens, take care of Galain."
The ascent came to an abrupt end.
When the trees blocked my view, it was a purple meadow.
Awesome, it's a herd of Anthracite!
Degg shouted in amazement.
I've never seen so many of them grow together before.
Although I didn't say anything, the torque and Galain had the same impression. Keep your eyes peeled and look around you.
"Awesome."
Galain muttered as he wiped off his sweat.
For Galain, who had the strength, but not the strength, it was a struggle to get up here. The robe is already soaked with sweat that it's almost squeezed.
"Precious medicinal herbs are so important. It's a pile of treasures."
"But look, I'm bathed in sunlight."
While saying that, the torque stepped on the anchovy and walked forward.
"The color has completely faded."
It was true.
The trees that covered his head were interrupted by the end of the ascent. Thanks to this, the bright noon sun was pouring into the meadow.
However, it could not be said to be a suitable environment for anthilles to live in.
The darker the place where the beetle grows, the darker its color will be. And vice versa. When light enters the place where it grows, its color gradually fades.
Due to the rain and sunshine, the meadow seemed to be covered with a very light purple cloth.
"It's good to have it." Well then, if it's herbal medicine, it won't have much of a medicinal effect. "
Degg had the impression that he was a magician.
Selia-sensei says, "Oh, my God, you're falling apart."
"It doesn't work, but if this situation continues for a few days, it will all wither away."
Torque said so as he stepped on the purple grass and walked through the meadow. Deg and Galain followed.
“I mean, this place can't be real.”
"Oh, I see."
Degg nodded as if he had finally noticed it.
I see. Well done, but this place is really made by a magician named Rhineless.
"I don't know if he made it."
Torque answers.
"Be careful." No matter what happens, it's a strange place. "
"Yeah, I got it."
It was when Degg nodded.
Suddenly, the three of them looked at their feet, feeling that the antipods at their feet were shaking at once.
Hmm?
Degg raised his face and looked at both of them.
"Something's happening right now..."
"The colour has changed."
Galain said.
In response to the words, Degg looked at his feet again.
Ah...
Unintentionally raising his voice.
When I was told, it certainly looked like the purple of the anchovy was getting a little thicker.
"What the hell is this?"
When Degg muttered, the torque in front of him grew stronger in his back.
"Be careful."
The torque that stopped him said in a low voice.
He's here.
Deg and Galain looked up at the words.
The two of them stared ahead and saw him.
A man slowly walks across the meadow.
A long black hair and a pitch black robe shook in the wind every time a man took a step.
"... what the hell is that?"
Degg muttered unexpectedly.
A man moves slowly through the meadow. At the same time, the light purple grassland of the anchovy changes from its feet to a dark purple color that ripples in a circular shape.
The ripple of the color change reached the feet of the torques a little later.
The colour of the grass is changing.
It's getting thicker and thicker.
To a concentration that cannot be called purple anymore.
Black.
When the meadows were all stained with dark pitch-black, the three men stopped in front of them.
Welcome to the Black Meadow.
The man said in a quiet voice.
He was an elderly man with a gentle expression.
"My name is Idim the Black. Do you have enough power to show me?"