To Be a Power in the Shadows!

It was a ruin-like place.

Some blurry feeling in my dreams that I've had disappears and a little limp air reminds me of my senses.

The ceiling is high and the magical light illuminates the area.

"This is the center."

Mr. Violet circled around and looked around.

"So what do I have to break?"

I don't see any nucleus of magic. It's just a huge door a little further away.

"Looks like it's over the door"

Mr. Violet walks on cobblestones and heads to the huge door that lies ahead.

"I see."

I follow her, too.

The door is so big, it's going to fit about a hundred people at the same time. Could have served a little.

Anyway, it's a huge door.

Its old smelly doors have creeping traces of black blood, and ancient letters are stamped on the front with astonishment. And chains thicker than a man's torso wrapped around him many times, and the door was shut tightly.

"I wonder if I could slash the chain."

"I guess."

I'll pull on the chain ring. [M]

It doesn't move.

"Yeah, you can't."

No matter how much I can't use my magic to win a human tournament, this thickness is physically impossible.

Even if I slash him with a sword, I wonder if the sword will break better.

"You know, there must be a key."

"I see, so is that"

I found it in a second.

A luxurious sword pierces the pedestal by the door.

I don't care what you think.

"I don't care what you think."

There was still something surprisingly ancient inscribed on the pedestal of the sword.

"This sword will kill the chains."

Mr Violet says as he reads the ancient letters.

But I understand. [M] The sword piercing the pedestal, this pattern...

"But this sword cannot be pulled out..."

"What...?

"I know..."

With that said, I try to pull my hand through the sword, but the sword does not frighten me.

"Again... is that what you mean..."

I groan profoundly.

"This sword can only be pulled out by the chosen..."

"What the...!

Mr. Violet rushes through the ancient letters on the pedestal with his fingers.

So I let go of my hand from the sword.

"The sword... is rejecting..."

I said it in Nori, but he hasn't been refused anything.

But it is the common sense of the world, the used temple, that the sword stabbed on the pedestal is chosen and can only be pulled out by the brave.

"The Holy Sword can only fall out of the direct line of a hero... it does say that. You used to read encrypted magic characters in those moments."

"Huh... Temple covers everything..."

"It tempered and covered the encryption pattern of magic letters... that's what I'm talking about"

"I'm sure that's what's going on."

I nodded contentedly.

The holy sword stabbed on the pedestal, and the sealed door untied by the holy sword. It's a sticky but my favorite trick.

Nice, I feel like a different world.

"I'm in trouble..."

Mr. Violet shrugged on his back on the pedestal.

"What other way?

I sit next to Violet. [M]

"Not noted here"

"Oh well."

We thought silently for a while. Maybe we thought of something else.

And I listen.

"You want to disappear?

"Disappear?"

"If you break the nucleus, you disappear."

"Right. It's closer to being freed than disappearing."

Mr. Violet smiled without looking at me.

"What's the difference?

"This is a prison of memories that will be repeated forever. It's a little too spicy for me..."

With a voice that seems to disappear, she shrugs.

"Oh well. Shall we wait a while?"

"Wait...?

"If you wait a little longer, the door is going to work out. But before that... a customer arrived."

A fissure of light appeared in front of the door.

The rift gradually spreads, from which the bald old man and the elf beauty emerge.

"Hmm...?

"What's going on?

"No, Mr. Elf's face looked like a friend"

But it's someone else. Different skeletons, different walks, different habits.

"Well... did you take Aurora out"

The bald old man looked at Mr. Violet and said:

"Do you know him?"

"Come on, though I've never seen it. But my memories aren't complete, so maybe we met somewhere."

We talk to Kosokoso.

"But I'm sorry to hear that. You can't open this door."

Let's have a bald old man.

"That kid there was a disaster, too."

Me?

I point to myself and say:

"I don't know where you're lost, but you're going to die because the witch tricked you. This Olivier chopped me up."

An elf beauty came forward on the orders of a bald old man.

The bald old man is no big deal, but this beauty is strong.

"No, she..."

"I know, you're strong"

Let's get out of here.

"Why?"

We talk shit again.

"If you resent me, resent the witch there. And be a fool...! Kill him, Olivier!

Mr. Olivier sets up a sword just like the Holy Sword.

I pulled out a school-designated cheap sword. Her eyes, like glass balls, were just looking at me.

I feel my cheeks loose.

"Wait, you can't fight!

Why? Why?

Mr. Violet's voice was heard from behind.