"Long time no see. Wizard."
A sinister voice echoed in the hall of the main tower.
Warlord Camberlis.
As always, it's a crimson full-body armor decorated with flashy decorations.
He is exposed to a fierce face with his satanic facial cover and helmet off.
It's a bitter look, but there's no response to [Hostility Breaking (Dictate Enemy)].
"Oh, we're more than that with each other's breathing disaster"
I took the upper seat of the hall and nodded to Eagle Deep.
On the left and right, Crawla and Sedham, a step back, Ilde stands, behind which Leiha refrains.
The only other warrior side standing in a position overlooked by me was Campbellis, two other warriors of the escort, one person who covered his body with a robe, and the rade.
He also looks like a warrior's armor, but unlike his boss, he is squeezing his mouth in frustration.
"I'm glad you left the Warrior Chiefs. Thank you."
"That's more than anything. We have received reports, too. Especially in Phil Sandwich...... sounds like it worked great"
You defeated the Legion of the Dark in Phil Sandwich and captured the Demonist.
Naturally, I thought I was listening to you from the rade.
So the fact that the Dark Worshipers (demonstrators) who were diving into the Schulz were saying the same thing as the prophecies received by the warring witches is also telling them.
"Thanks to the cooperation of the Warrior Commander and his people.... Well."
Though I look as spared as possible, I'm still nervous.
If I only turned my gaze to the side properly, I would have turned my eyes to the warring tribe, where Sedam and Crawla were murderous.
As far as Reykha goes, I don't even know if he's here. We're blocking the signs so the assassins can turn us into assassins at any time.
... It's never about being belligerent. That's all they're gonna look like is worrying about me.
We have to stick together.
"... Well, let's get down to business, General. The suspicion that I'm a ghost or something is the focus... what happened to the continuation of the interrogation?
"Oh, yeah"
Camberlis nodded one, kneeling one knee on the spot.
Other warring tribes also continue.
"It is the conclusion of the War Presbyterian Church. It is highly unlikely that you are a Dark or Dark Worshiper (Demonist) …"
Sedham and Crawla exhale small into Camberlis' words, which were made and stated for a moment.
I felt the same way, but that's not the kind of story I can end.
"I mean? Does that mean the suspicion hasn't cleared up?
"Oh. But I don't mean to look into you further. Rather, here's the problem."
"About the Prophecy of the Witch, or"
"Ruri. Five hundred years in the history of the warring tribe, the witch's prophecy has never come off. But only this time, it was before the hit. If only the Dark Worshipper (Demonist) had received the same prophecy..."
Camberlis' tough face was stretched even harder by distress.
Guard warriors and rades are eating up their teeth, too.
"The Presbyterian Church wants to find out what caused this phenomenon."
"... I guess so"
If the Prophecy of the Witch, which has been obeyed for five hundred years, becomes used by the Dark One, etc., the morale of the warring tribe will collapse.
"It is the Wizard, Your Highness, who is at the heart of this phenomenon. So I want to ask you to be ashamed of yourself. Would you cooperate?
"Hmmm..."
From the commotion in Philsand, this way, I've been thinking.
At the end of the day, the interpretation of the word 'focus' seems problematic.
I mean, doesn't 'focus' just mean 'where this world (Sedia) and another world connect'?
Thinking of it that way, I can sort out that "Focus", which changes into a dark nest like Deane's mother, and "Focus", which would be about my demonic gates, is something else of the same nature.
And yet, Campbellis, no, do you really want to ask this one to cooperate with the Presbyterian Church of the War Nation?
The most useful at a time like this is the 'ESP Medal' but has previously been resisted (resisted) by Campbellis. We have to figure out for ourselves what they really are here.
"Keep the obsession from there, and now cooperate? That's a lot of good news, isn't it?
You must have taken me for a lost cause.
Crawla let Camberlis bathe her cold voice.
Well, I know how to breathe around here. I guess she's also daring to play the part of a whip.
"Oh, I know that. Not that I don't know how to be polite..."
Camberlis tries to keep his words pale, not angry.
and so abruptly, a person stood up who was hiding his body with a robe and hood.
He controls Camberlis with one hand as he floats his hips.
The person who entered quietly in front of me removed his hood and took off his robe.
"The first time I saw it, I found it in pleasure. Dear Wizard."
It was a cool voice that calmed our hearts.
When I bow respectfully, my long dark hair shakes saggily.
He, wasn't.
"The Warring Witch (Kanagi), in" The Woman Who Keeps Knowledge "who keeps the throne"
If I put my torso back and stretched my spine, my big green eyes would be staring at me.
She is a beautiful girl with smooth limbs.
The combination of a red skirt and a white front jacket reminded me of a Japanese "witch" even though I didn't like it.
Besides.
"Elf, no, is it 'true (li ori) elf'......?
Sedam groans next door.
Indeed, the tip of the girl's ear, named 'The Woman Who Stores Knowledge', was thin and pointy.
... I've heard a little bit about Leiha being a dark elf and the elves in this world (Sedia), but I didn't expect to see you here.
"As you guessed. Together (Midori) is a thing created by the Creator God (Remader). But it's the second generation."
"Again..."
"You existed..."
Seeing the attitude of Sedham and Crawler, I guess a true elf is quite rarer than a regular elf.
Ildo is kind of a stranger, and Leiha seems stiff.
Interesting even for me......
"Oh...... and. It was a surprise that the Witch Hall was coming on its own. Thank you... are you the witch who gave you the prophecy?
Rarely have the Sedams panicked, so this one could have calmed down instead.
I frown remembering the tragic appearance of a dark worshipper (demonist) interrogating me in Philsand and having his head destroyed by a dark bug.
"I'm just calling you a witch."
The elf girl said with a sobering grin.
Even though she is a raucous young girl, she feels as inclusive as she is talking to a much older veteran woman. No, I guess I'm not a girl at my age because I'm an elf.
"As for the ritual of asking, yes... My deepest apologies for the inconvenience caused by our mutual concern."
Girl - The witch put her knees on the floor and lowered her head as deep as a dugout.
Both Campbellis behind it, and the two escorts, even learn the rade from it.
Whatever you say, you look like a beautiful girl. It inspires this guilt in vain.
It's also bad for the heart that the tough guys in the back dress the same.
"... I want you to raise your head, Witch Temple. And the others.... Honestly, now I want an explanation more than an apology"
"Sincerely, especially you"
She started talking in some musical tone to you pale.
Although it is the sex of a TRPG gamer that makes me want to stick with the elf girl.
We need to stick around here.