This is Las Boss, Demon King, "Church" in front of Castle.

The whole venue shook. Voices of anger and sorrow cling, and people fleeing to the entrance and exit arrived.

In addition to the confusion, it was sometimes a dim venue, and it's vague where the snipers are.

Berial sheltered Nina on her back. The young girl seems anxious, but remains more calm than the audience trying to escape with us.

Cannon was stopped by Ako grabbing his arm as he tried to rush over to the fallen Pope John.

"No, Canon. It's dangerous to get out on the stage."

"Duh, how can you be so calm! I'm disappointed in Lord Ako!

The orchestra that was playing is immobile as frozen. Same goes for the chorus vocal band. Neither the rescue man nor the saint of the escort can be solved for not showing up.

The Pope remained quietly lying in the middle of the stage.

I put my hands gently on Stella's shoulder. Twin tails flutter and look back, bright red eyes staring at me.

"The Pope is dead, okay? Oh, I can't be in a position to help or anything, I can't use healing or resuscitation magic, can I? Look, if you're going to help me, I'm not going to stop you."

"I'm not the kind of pope who dies about ano. Plus, when you get up on the stage, you risk being sniped at. Identify the killer first."

"With all this confusion, how do you find it? I can't do that! It's absolutely impossible!

A girl with the same idea as me has already begun to fight. It's Pi. She stared at the far rear of the arena seat, around the upstairs seat.

"You're a failure of the security department."

No matter how good the golem girl is, it will be difficult to discover in the confusion, although those who try to escape, those who stand up, keep searching for snipers in it.

Stella appealed to me.

Then maybe we should just evacuate to the king's capital with metamagic.

"I can't stop wanting to do that, but a lot of people think about the same thing, and metastatic magic seems to interfere with each other and fail to activate successfully."

"So what do we do?

"Perhaps Mr. Stella's return magic can be activated even in these special circumstances. Anyway, it's your own special magic. Please take Nina and Berial with you."

Belial also said, "Dear Stella, you've made a decision," and rarely agreed with me. Ensuring Nina's safety is paramount.

A group of children who cried away from their parents and who were about to become angry and mobsters at the sight of the Pope's death. To a young woman who fell and was injured, an old couple, unable to lose their hips and even move, is hugging and trembling.

No one can keep things together anymore.

The Demon King looks around at the guest seat and groans.

"We can't believe we're just running away with this... that's different. I can't tell you well...... we're all in trouble, aren't we?

Hey Demon King. I don't care what that line is, I'm on the side of justice, okay?

"Hey Seiklid! Is there anything I can do?

Explosion magic and prison flame magic are not very useful in this setting. but there was only one thing she could do.

"Now, let me help you"

I build the magic of the wind.

Wind magic, like fire and thunder, is classified as black magic, but compared to them, wind magic is easy to control. Some White Devil mentors, such as clerics, prefer the magic of the wind to the magic of light bullets.

I stroke Stella's head as the wind converges around the venue.

"Shit! Hey, what are you gonna do all of a sudden?

"Squeeze Mr. Stella's sweet breath out one cup at a time. It's a wind magic convection that I've created, and it spreads all over the venue."

"Oh, my sweet breath is the one that doesn't sleep at all? It didn't work at all for Seiklid."

"Naturally. Because I am superior. Rest assured. Pi in the golem is the exception, because most humans probably sleep. Come on, I meant to be a tool to exhale sweetly when I rub it."

Stella lifts her willow brow and stares at me, exhaling her sweet breath.

The sweet breath, spreading like a pink mist, spread through the venue in the wind magic.

Slowly the temptation of the sleeper sedate people. Suddenly, without anything like falling down with Batan, his sleepiness gradually dropped his eyelids and he sat down on the spot with one person, one more person, and started sitting in a chair or sleeping in the aisle to rest.

Stella's sweet breath invites both the orchestra on stage and the vocal band to sleep.

Ako and Kanon yawned greatly.

"Huh-uh... that's... I'm kind of sleepy. I'm sleepy, Canolash."

"Why is that called... Huh..."

The two of them lean against each other and fall asleep as they slouch.

Berial, when it came to flirting, still managed to resist. Nina puts her butt on the floor and asleep trying to keep her weight in Verial.

When the red bag on its back opened, the wall was expanded so that the crystal could cut out and wrap Nina and Berial.

With the sleep Stella brought, now is a good time for no one else to use metastatic magic.

Now with metastatic magic, I can take Ako and Kanon too and leave this place.

"I've had enough, Mr. Stella. In the interest of safety, let's go back to the Last Church with metamorphosis magic."

It is also convenient for brave men and cleric apprentices to be asleep.

The venue is quiet and stands like a Sister Golem Pi to Stella and me.

The moment I built the metastatic magic - the magic was “jammed”. Stella fingers the rear and raises her voice.

"Hey, hey! There... someone's standing!

One person stood upstairs in a seat, a man in a pitch-black robe. The protruding hand is pointed at me.

Apparently, this is the one who inhibited metastatic magic.

He wore a hood deep in his eyes and a robe like a cape. A relaxed outfit but a tall, skinny look.

On that face...

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He was wearing a provocative mask. If one thing is certain, it means this man is superior to Stella the Demon King.

I don't have any physical evidence or certainty to prove it, but he's probably the wise one.

Now... what's wrong with the guy in black who's inhibiting metastatic magic?