To Be a Power in the Shadows!

"Enemy attack... ugh"

Doem lit a lamp in a wide tent.

"Few enemies! Supposedly broke into the darkness!

Doem's side reports.

This formation is the hub of the Doems who consolidated themselves as members of the Order.

If you can raid this place without hesitation, it is......

"Shadow garden... ugh"

Doem's face was distorted.

I don't think we can raid this formation on the Kings' people.

But with Shadow Garden's intelligence, he could be known about Doem's whereabouts and the movement of the denomination.

"Damn...... how much information is leaking!

"Dj, I don't think the information is leaking! The measures should be perfect, this time by chance..."

"Shut up!! How much coincidence do you think is going on! You forgot Ragitta was killed! How many times have they ruined my plan!!

"Hih... oh, forgive me!

The proximity shook my voice.

"Don't insult them. Ragitta's murder caused trouble. You'd better assume they know all the information that this place has been raided."

"Oh, no way. How do you know our plan?"

"I know information I'm not supposed to know. That's an organization called Shadow Garden..."

That's what Doem says, reaching for a coffin placed in the center of a wide tent.

It's not decorative, but it's an excessively robust coffin. The coffin is heavily wound with thick chains and a small hole in the center of the coffin.

Looks like a keyhole, not a keyhole.

It was, seriously, just a little hole.

"This, too, should be known. About the hero, about the vegetarian body, and about the secret medicine..."

"Oh, it can't be! Never mind a hero's primitive body."

At that moment, a glimmer of wind passed through the tent.

"I see that's what happened..."

At the same time a beautiful voice sounds, a blood splash erupts with the adjacent body amputated.

"Ki, are you..."

Doem stared at the Lord of beautiful voices.

"Long time no see, Doem. Thanks for your help at the castle."

There was Epsilon, a beautiful woman with clear fountain-like hair.

"Epsilon... did you live with that injury... ugh"

"Thanks to you. It was hard being chased around by the men. Beautiful fate."

"But you lost weight. Seven Shades, but it was a tough situation."

"I'm just disguised."

"Disguise?"

"Yes, I'm in disguise."

"Hmm..."

Sure, it's just too much volume for me to lose weight.

Is it really a disguise, or a bluff to not understand the limits of the seven shades?

A subtle tension drifts between us.

"Don't you have to take care of it?

Epsilon looks to Doem and says.

On Doem's right shoulder, he had a cut at some point. Epsilon had slaughtered Doem at the same time as he had finished his proximity.

"No problem, it's a scratch."

"It's a big deal I avoided being aggressive. But there's no Mordred here. I'm in perfect shape, and there's no chance you'll win."

"I see... how far do you know?

"Approximately."

The two continue their conversation.

Doem buys time, so Epsilon draws information.

"Why denominations are obsessed with certain demonic possessions. We finally figured it out."

"Say it. Let me give you some answers."

"Freya, one of the three heroes who defeated the demon Diabolos long ago. Somehow, the Order got her body."

"Again, that's why I dropped Ragitta's castle..."

"The denomination studied Freya's body, compatible with Diabolos cells, in an attempt to create a new hero. To this end, the denomination, which needed a new flesh to turn into a dead hero, searched out three candidates who seemed to be colorfully inheriting the blood of hero Freya"

"Oh, yeah. As you all know, the body we seek. Rose Oriana. Alexia Midgal. And...... Claire Caguenot. Everything is under your protection."

Doem crooked his lips and stared at Epsilon.

"I don't care how much you get in our way! Why did you get to the right answer first when we didn't even prove it!! Answer me!!

To Doem's sword curtain, Epsilon looked far out of sight.

It's as if you're staring at someone ahead of you.

"All truth lies ahead of Master Shadow"

"Shadow... that guy. Because of that man... ugh."

What rises behind Doem's brain is Shadow's sword muscle shown at the Martial Arts Festival. like sharpened art. It was deeply engraved in Doem's memory.

"Well, shall we end our chatting time"

"Don't rush that. Let me tell you another good thing. It is true that there are three candidates for the Platelet. But even if it doesn't, we're recovering just about anything that might be reusable..."

A coffin beside Doem. In a small hole in that coffin, Doem had finished flushing red liquid.

Magic overflows from the enclosed coffin.

"Come on, wake up. You'll want to take revenge for killing my father - Miriam."

"... eh"

And the coffin smashed.