Boundary Labyrinth and the Foreign Magician

Abandoned capital Bellion Dora. Capital of the kingdom doomed by the battle against the demons.

The royal castle in its center was also attacked by demons and left to collapse and decay - it should have been. He who knows the likeness of the original castle will doubt his eyes if he sees what the castle looks like today.

Walls and spires that should have collapsed have been repaired. No, repair is not appropriate. It had regained its original shape around the destroyed site, but had been replaced by some kind of shiny black building material.

A black castle transformed into a base for the demons. That was the new look of the now Beriondora Royal Castle.

A figure standing on a spire - it belongs to the demon Mustra. A black-like temper erupts from Mustra's hand, covering areas that have not yet been repaired. When Mustra held the hand she reached out, she rose to the top so that her temper also curled up. - and the spire, where the building material collapsed and the interior was peering, had been repaired so that the damaged site was filled by black building material.

Lord Mustra.

A voice was inadvertently called when Mustra was checking the repair site. Mustra circles her gaze with a thin grin sticking to her mouth.

Another demon climbs above the bottom. It was Zaradi, the belly of Vallos.

"Oh, is that Lord Zaradi? What's the matter, sir?

Thin eyes like yarn captured Zaradi. Mustra asks with a smile on his face.

"Lady Vallos wants you to tell us about the progress of the restoration."

"It's going well. It's almost over where it was damaged."

"Sounds like..."

Zaradi sees a spire that shows an obsidian glow.

It's a building material that can't be made of stone or metal. There is a technique to solidify and temporarily materialize, but not again.

Mustra's temperament characteristics were unclear even from Zaradi, one of the oldest ginseng...

Immortality with no heart pierced or object, shown during recapture between keys. Different forces that will weld your arms. This is how I think I create a hard object from somewhere.

As far as restoring the castle is concerned, I don't see Mustra's common backbone of those abilities, although I'm sure it would be the same force as the black spear we used in the battle before. It seems that it is not magic.

"Well, we've got a separation, and shall I come to Lord Vallos too? It's better to tell them in person."

"Is it Master Left?"

Zaradi leaped herself into the air when she answered softly. Mustras also fly as they follow. As it falls according to gravity, the speed slows before it crashes to the ground, and the two land without sound from their toenails.

In the form of being able to take Mustra, Zaradi enters the passage from the courtyard to the Vallos' living room. Knocking on the door, there was a response from Vallos urging him to enter.

When I opened the door - there was Vallos.

On Vallos' palm, a octahedral blue object was floating slowly rotating. Vallos turns off his gaze from the blue object.

"... Mustra's here too"

"Yeah, we've got a separation, and I thought it would be better to report it directly."

"Hmm. Let's hear it then"

Without being put on Mustra's pace, Vallos urges ahead.

"The large damaged area was generally blocked. Later, well, I'm thinking about covering up all the parts that are getting chipped and unified."

In short, let's cover the castle with Mustra's ability and turn it into a completely black castle. As it stands now, I can see the repair area, which would mean it won't be dressed up. From Vallos' point of view, both are good stories.

Of course it doesn't matter to Mustra, but Vallos was reckoning that this demon was just going to go on in his spare time.

"Right. But I can tell you that the minimum is ready. All we have to do is wait for the hour."

Vallos closed his eyes and said.

Yes. We're ready. Mustra's last bead seal was also unsealed and is now stored by Vallos. This would mean that all the seals of the Spirit Tree were broken.

"... because I've released the seal, too, and I have nothing left to do with it. Let me keep it fine and even on the back. By the way... that's the key Alverinde brought, is it?

Mustra said as she looked at the blue object Vallos was looking at.

"Oh. The key Alverinde didn't come back after all"

I guess he was thinking about the upside of Alverinde as he looked at the keys. Vallos frowned slightly.

"Has she lost, too?"

"Perhaps. And even in Sylvatria, I hear that the king's prince has lost his leg"

"It is. You seem to see the debacle. Aren't our movements noticed, too?

Mustra said, shuddering her shoulders with pleasure. Not to blame such a mustra. Vallos answers.

"I guess. But assuming Sylvatria has sent the army here, there's no problem."

"As long as the keys are here, it's got to be a problem."

"Sure... I'd like to avoid losing my power at this time of year"

"That's the thing. For the liberation of the Allies, power must be preserved."

"It's going to be our castle, and you want to use it with care. Ma, the trend in Silvatria is fine."

Mustra asks Vallos as she deepens her grin more and more.

"- What about the south?

In the words Vallos glanced at Mustra uncomfortably. Where does the mustra continue with the wind blowing?

"Oh, are you unhappy? If you want to keep your power warm, why don't you convince those guys to pull in, too? Now that your dreams are taking shape, maybe more people will agree with you?

"If those guys move to that extent, they do it a long time ago. I don't need their hands in the first place. They hate to fight, they're like they're turning their backs on everything. He does not reach out knowing that his power is there, and makes it good that he is a prisoner. How much can you do if you pull in?"

"That's spicy. Let it be your home."

"That's why I know their temper. For a long time - I didn't like it. They're just waiting for their fingers to fall to the horizon, spoiling the situation."

There is darkness in Vallos' palm. Black thunder scattered as an indication of inner fervour. The word - it will also be about the people of the homeland of Vallos, the demons who are tired of life that continues indefinitely and decline but leave it to them.

Because of his youth, though he is a high-ranking demon? Or because of the peculiarity of its origin? He's a demon who doesn't look like a demon. Vallos is.

"Those with power unite the world. God, demons, men, demons, nothing changes until it reaches the beast. That makes sense. I don't have the patience to do anything while I have the strength and rot alive. If there's anything that could be an obstacle, let's get rid of everything and get to it."

That's what I say, crush the darkness in my hand.

"I wish you'd become king."

"That's what Non said. I don't shake my head vertically."

Zaradi smiled bitterly, but Vallos shook his neck to the side.

"You could have done that if I were to be king and the demons would haunt me. Confusion and warfare are not meant to prolong, and sometimes they can only become allies. I'm guessing the demon and the flag are necessary."

"Kuk...... I see. Well, as far as I'm concerned, my allies are back, and I'm interested in what kind of country you and the demons will make."

Mustra was satisfied that she was able to draw closer to the true meaning of Vallos, or when she clapped her shoulders she turned her back on both of them. And before I left the room, I looked back over my shoulder and gave him a slit, thin grin.

"Do not be like the hundreds of boring demons. And while you're at it, I'm here to help."

Vallos frowned, but answered nothing. Mustra shook her shoulders and left the room intact.