"Orlol and Callis".
Where Sedham briefly taught me, it was about the same content as the 'Minotaur exorcism of Theseus' myth at Earth.
A warrior named Orlol rides into the land of death to defeat the monster.
At this time, he is given a thread by Callis, his lover, not to be lost in the land of death.
Orlol defeated a brilliant monster behind the land of death and followed the thread back to this world......
"I see. You do look alike."
"The ritual manoeuvres are as taught by the first generation of wise men, but they may be imitating those myths"
The witch (Kanagi) also nodded as she shrugged as she stared at the yarn wheel in her hand.
I said 'similar' because I remembered that there are similar myths not only in this world (Sedia), but also on Earth.
After all, even when it comes to different worlds, does it mean that there are many similar parts in the same human society?
Anyway, so you should never let go or cut this yarn.
"Mr. Reykha, please? Hold on tight, will you? Don't ever let go, okay?
"I'm Callis...... Oh, ha, ha. Of course, my lord!
... Ask Reiha again, not to shake, of course.
Seems a little blurry...... well I guess I'll be fine.
"... Now we're ready"
"May I speak to your left?
I ended up putting on myself and the witch several different defensive spells.
The witch doesn't seem to really feel it, but when it comes to 'D&B' it should be able to withstand even mental attacks from super (master level) enemies.
"Laiha ha ha Laiha will be waiting for you here all the time......!
Me and the witch caved in, listening to the sad voice of Reykha, who desperately squeezed the edge of the red thread.
Down a cave so narrow that the two of them can't walk side by side.
Neither Reykha's voice nor the light at the entrance reached immediately.
"... this is"
As I was about to use the bright spell, I realized that I could see exactly what was going on in the cave.
Something like drifting in space (...) is glowing slightly.
In addition, the two red threads extending from the yarn wheel are also soft and luminescent.
The entrance - the red light stretching towards the darkness is truly fantastic.
"In the light of magic."
"Is this magic? And now you can see me, too? No..."
"Sometimes that happens because the land is particularly magical"
"I see..."
Was it land like that from the beginning, or did the warriors do something about it?
It's a valuable experience in any case.
Keep going down the quiet, slightly dark, narrow cave.
It's like diving into the deep sea.
... No, I guess this very act is a spell imitation of coming into contact with the Dark Consciousness.
It didn't take less than 10 minutes physically...... but it's vague.
I got to the end of the line before I felt tired.
Space as small as a classroom.
There was a creepy object in the center.
"It's" Honesty. "
Roughly speaking, what the witch called the true honor is the upper body of a mummified demon.
There are many horns and tactile things growing on the head that are huge in balance.
The damaged dark body in many places was leaning heavily.
It is not the broken arms that support it, but the piles that pierce it on its shoulders, back, belly, etc.
The pile also stands and surrounds the darkness.
The wood-like pile had the whole thing glowing blue and white.
It's a clean light, as opposed to a dark one painted black and hardened.
The way piles stood connecting with each other and surrounding the dark was clearly a 'seal'.
"This is what we use for the ritual of prophecy."
The witch (Kanagi) told him quietly.
Shaded by the blue and white light that spreads from the pile, its appearance also looks somewhat alien.
"What about this pile? Is it a seal or something?
"Please leave. These are branches of the Holy Tree. It seals the spirit of the dark and becomes a 'connection' to the spirit of our community."
According to the explanation of the witch (Kanagi), a sacred tree is a mass of magic that brings its magic into contact with the dark and its own spirit in the medium.
"This is possible because we are a species that is good at handling the magic of true (li oli) elves…"
"Oh, I'm not going to perform the same ritual as you myself. Instead, I'd like to use this. What do you think?
What I showed the witch was an ESP medal.
It is the ritual of prophecy for a witch to come into contact with the spirit of the dark. If, then, I come into contact with the spirit of the witch in the midst of it with an ESP medal, would I also be able to peek into the spirit of the dark?
I also thought of peeking directly into the spirit of the carcass in front of me with an ESP medal. Based on my experience with Phil Sandwich, then I feel like they're going to notice me right over there.
"Whatever...... You're out of your mind."
For the first time, a beautiful girl in an elf spoke out loud to my suggestion.
I'm a little sorry I don't know the expression for the mask.
"Can't you?
"No...... Honestly, I have no idea. I was just wondering if it would be impossible..."
"I know it's disrespectful to peek into your heart. But could you bend over there and help me?
The witch said hastily that I would bow my head.
"Please don't deny it to me.... but if there seems to be a danger, we will stop the ritual immediately?
"I know. Regards."
The witch takes the cloth wrap out of her nose.
When I removed the cloth, it was a goddess with several silver bells attached to a short pattern.
White hands shake small and sharp the same artifact as the Kagura bell used by Japanese witches.
The clean sound of 'Shan' echoed the narrow space.
"… and it is on the calf of the soda to the cobwebs…"
The elf girl in the mask is kneeling in front of a creepy dark wreck.
From her lips comes a voice that chants poetry.
The pleasant chant was accompanied by the sounds of Kagura Bell's "Shan" and "Shan".
"... I don't know if I'm going to call you Kamazuchi no Hime no Kamazachi..."
The words of the chant are not well heard.
I also feel like a language I know, but when I concentrate on trying to understand what it means, the words become obscure, and if I clear my ears trying to pick up the words, I can't understand what it means.
With the stage devices in place so far, one or two psychic phenomena are likely to occur at leisure, even if this was the Earth.
I stood behind a witch, and I saw 'Honesty', behind it.
A rectangular stone slab is mounted on the wall facing the entrance.
The stone slab is just about the size of a sheet, with intricate tattoos engraved into it, but it means one thing.
"Door."
In fact, what matters on this occasion are the 'Honor', the 'Holy Tree' and this' Door ', which means that every time the warring tribes migrate, they carry a whole set.
The witch explains that this' door 'opens when the ritual goes on.
"... I wonder if it's a good idea to make it look like it's still there..."
I slowly play the ESP medal and turn to the witch.
It aligns the wavelength of the heart with the melody of the chant and is tuned to the heart of the elf girl.
Originally, ESP medals don't work for people who are wearing [mental barriers (mindwalls)], except if you get their understanding in advance.
My tentacles of consciousness touched her heart, just as I have peered into the hearts of so many human beings so far......
"Huh?
Suddenly it happened.
The moment I feel my elf consciousness pour into me, the sight around me is changing.
"Honor" and "Sacred Tree" have no shadow or form.
'Door' was... there was.
Of course, it was supposed to be a single stone slab with a pompous rectangular hole in it.
"... this is... Lord Wizard?
A risen witch stares at me like a surprise. The mask remains intact.
"Being together now means that we are in contact with the Dark Consciousness through our shared hearts, right?
"Apparently, that's what happened"
Rather than reading witch consciousness, it feels closer to being in the 'inner realm' when using spells.
I guess it's the same thing in the sense that they both use people's consciousness to dive into another world.
"This is still the gateway to the Dark Consciousness. We dive deeper into the gates than this and descend deeper. Are you sure?"
"... of course."
I swallowed my saliva and nodded.
With a tight, sweaty hand, grip the yarn wheel pattern strongly.
The red thread continued into a dark sky like nowhere else.