As soon as I opened the door, it stinks to stimulate their sense of smell.
　The smell, similar to the smell that came from the room where the magic plants were growing, is mixed with the smell of blood.
　And there are several prisons in the room.
　That alone was enough to give viewers an idea of what it was like.

"What!"

　It was only natural that he went in first.
　I was in a hurry to see if there was anyone in the prison... more precisely, but fortunately or unfortunately, there was no figure in the room.
　No, on the contrary, there was no one in the prison.
　Nacto must have been relieved by this. With a little sigh of relief, he examined the prison for any clues.

"The smell of blood remains, but it doesn't look like fresh blood that has just been washed away." It's probably the smell of blood that has been ingrained in this prison for many years."

　Ray mutters unpleasantly at the smell, which he sniffed with a keen sense of smell.

"That is to say, this has been the case in the Maaschel family for a long time." I wonder if it was in the way of this time that I was able to catch the tail like this time.
"Perhaps,"

　Naqt responds to a question raised by Vihela.
　It wasn't long ago that Shokoism appeared in Egzil and began missionary work. It's happened in the last few years.
　But the smell of blood that drifts out of the prison... or the smell of death... is not something that can be said to be ingrained in such a few years.

"But how did they procure people before the coming of the Church?"

　Vishela asks casually, but her beautiful face is frowned upon with disgust.
　Vihela likes to fight, but she also takes risks. It was contrary to the aesthetics of the Battle of Vihela to hurt an irresistible opponent unilaterally.

"Perhaps it's a slave or a prisoner. I've heard rumors before that prisoners have disappeared...."
"Well, if you're the head of the Marscher family, you're good at sneaking out prisoners."

　Ray mutters displeasedly at Nacht's words.
　Ray doesn't hesitate to torture others if necessary, but it's still not pleasant to watch.

"Anyway, it is no use staying here unless you have a clue. It's the next room."

　Everyone nods that they have no objection to the words, closes the door and puts their hands on the next door.
　The next time I opened the door, I came into Nact's field of vision, and there were a number of distorted tools that, at first glance, I didn't know what to use.
　But most of the tools there are cutlery, and if you smell the intense iron rust that permeates the room like a prison in front of you, you'll find out what this is like.

"Torture room? ... You have a good taste."

　a muttering nact that suppresses one's feelings
　Or maybe Tivia was tortured here, which makes me want to yell, but I can't believe I can do that while I'm undercover.
　She glances at the Vihela and Ray behind her, but closes the door when she sees nothing special.
　I open the doors one after another in this way, but most of them are like growing prisons, torture chambers, or some kind of warehouse or plant, and there is no evidence whatsoever of the people who are caught, including Tivia, or of any unusual species, or of any connection with the doctrine of the Holy Light.
　Each room may have been examined in more detail, or some evidence may have emerged. However, given that the number of doors was so large, we had no choice but to make a quick examination.
　And...

"Is this the last door except that one?"

　Nacto murmurs and reaches for the door.
　We entered a passageway. I checked the ten or more rooms on each side and found the last door left.
　With the last door at the end of the aisle, the one in front of me was the last one.
　The tension has already faded considerably.
　Nact, I suppose, perhaps, that there was a dead-end door, but there had been a number of dungeons up to here. Given the existence of such a thing, there is no denying that there is a possibility that Tivia has been caught there.

"... I'll open it,"

　May this be the place where Tivia is caught. I opened the door with such thought in my mind, and found the same prison that I had seen many times before.
　However, there is one different place.
　There was a strong smell of blood coming from the room.
　It's not the smell of time‐laden blood that I've smelled. the smell of fresh blood

"Teabee!"

　Fresh blood flowed here, from someone who had been caught until very recently, is likely to be Tivia.
　Nacht made his quickest way to the innermost prison, but there were only traces of blood left in the prison, and there was no trace of Tivia, the seeker.

"Blood... is not dry yet." Then I should have been here until just now. I don't know if it's Tivia."

　He snapped his back teeth and muttered to himself.
　This area is probably different from Esetus, where emotion and action are directly linked.
　Lei opens his mouth, lightly resting his hand on such a nacht's shoulder.

"I can't say, "Don't worry... but if you're here, you'll only have one place to go."

　Having examined all the doors, there is no doubt that they are behind the last one, unless they were brought down to the basement and led to the other side of the U-shape.
　And when asked if he would take the other person who had been kidnapped and locked up underground to the ground, Ray has no choice but to tilt his head.

"Well, if you're just wobbly like this, you'll get in trouble when you save Tivia, and if it takes too long to help her before that."

　Nacts nod and stand up to inspire themselves.
　There was as sharp a light in the eyes as there was a few seconds ago, but there was also a calm atmosphere.

"Nacto, when he has settled down, shall we go to the last place to enjoy himself. I'm sure it's going to be fun."

　They must be looking forward to battle. Vihela smiles glamorously at the entrance of the prison, and turns her gaze to the last remaining door.
　They all nodded and went out of the prison room... to the last door and opened it.
　The first thing I saw was the magic team drawn on the ground. In the middle of it lies a woman who has fainted.
　It was needless to say who the one‐armed woman was.

"Teabee!"

　It was a screaming knuckle, but Ray stopped it reflexively.
　The moment Nact took a step, he heard something windy.
　Ray, who had no sign of life or murder, knew what his real counterpart was.
　Then a long sword with a blade of about one meter passes by in front of Nact.
　If Ray hadn't stopped, he'd almost certainly have had his body amputated forward and backward.

"What? Is it bad?"

　Landing on the ground with a light air, the doll swings its dagger upside down at the spot.
　Despite the doll's size being about 30cm, the dagger he has is about 1m in size.
　It shows how strange the doll is when it's still flourishing without any problems.
　with a crackling
　The moment you turn your attention to a doll with a long sword, there is an out-of-place clapping sound in the room.
　Watching the doll, the Ray's party looked towards the sound as a man with about twenty robes came out of the door just opposite the wizards.
　A man in his twenties with green hair growing up to his shoulders.
　Her features are well-organized, and at first glance she may look like a woman.
　Wearing leather armour made of some monster leather, the sword sheath on the left hip.as if to wrap them around wear a black cloak
　He has an overwhelming presence, even a kind of charisma.

"No, no, I never thought we'd get this far. "Huh? I don't think there's a princess general?"

　He says so with a smile on his face, and then nods in agreement.

"Oh, I see," Don't you have a cause for yourself, as long as you deal with the Marcels? I suppose he tried to pull out the Silwa family to get it, but that might have been a little of a mistake."
"...what?"

　Ray asks back at the meaningful words that came out of the man's mouth.
　However, judging that this size would be fine, we take out the death size from the mistling.

"Oh? Is that an item box?" It's definitely a magic item that seems to be useful in many ways. What do you think? If you're going to surrender quietly here and give me the item box, I don't mind missing it here."
"Don't be silly. What do you mean by the word?"
"Right now? Oh, the Silwa family. Now, why don't you go out of your way to come up with any information that would benefit you? Rather than that, you had better worry about yourself."

　a man who pulls a rapier out of his waist sheath and smiles a little bit.
　But Ray smiles derisively at such a man.

"Worried? Am I like you?"
"…I see. It's true that if you and I fight, there'll be no chance for me to win. To be honest, it's amazing that you're so young and capable. --are you, by any chance, an undead like a vampire?"
"Unfortunately, I'm walking in the sun,"
"Isn't it true that some of the undead people don't care about sunlight?"

　Holding a rapier in his right hand, he says, shaking his sword lightly in the air.

"Well, you know what it is," You're quite motivated, by the way, even though you understand your ability and say you can't beat me?"
"Why, I certainly can't beat you. I'll admit it."
"Are you going to hold him hostage?"

　As he turns his eyes to Tivia, who falls into the wizards, he shakes his head slightly.

"I'm afraid it's not allowed. In the first place, as long as you've been in the center of that magic camp, you'll never know what's going to happen if you touch it carelessly. and if possible, it would be ineffective for you to be held hostage."
"Well,"

　Ray responds to the man's decisive words without changing his expression.

"And even if there are no hostages, if you defend yourself, you won't lose even if you don't win."

　When the man said, twenty figures behind him came forward.
　Everyone is dressed in robes, and a few of them are identified as women by the lower half of their faces peeping out from underneath their body lines and hoods.
　Each carries a sword, spear, dagger, axe, and other weapons in his hand, reducing his distance toward Vihela and Naktos while keeping out of the way of the battle between the man and Ray.
　In terms of numbers, there are three and twenty people -- Vihela, Nact, and Beune -- but one of them speaks as if he was not threatened at all.

"I'd like to fight that man of color... he seems crazy about Ray, and I think I'll put up with it." Fortunately, I'm a little better at it."

　While muttering with a very regretful expression, Vihela still remembers the prospect of a struggle and smiles in her mouth.
　Magic force is passed through the instep and the instep, nails are formed from the instep, and blades are formed from the heel of the instep.

"Yes,"

　Bune also holds a number of needles between his fingers and a dagger in his left hand.

"To be honest, I'm a thief, and I'm not that good at fighting... but I can't abandon Tivia here."

　Nacht mumbles, holding daggers in his hands and staring at the party members who are swooning in the center of the magic team behind him, as the robes approached him.

"Yes, it's a shame that I don't want to give you a break."

　And the voice of the doll that Nact had just succeeded in avoiding the attack.
　A doll with a long sword stands behind it, accompanied by more than 30 dolls.
　Moreover, some of the dolls that accompanied him were bear dolls that were more than two meters tall.

"Well, it seems that we have all the actors here, so let's start now."

　The man who gently swings and tells the rapier.
　Ray opens his mouth to such a man, holding his own size.

"Before that... you seem to know my name, but I don't know your name." Wouldn't it be all right to introduce yourself?"

　A man with an expression of surprise opens his mouth the next moment with a small smile.

"Well, I can't go into the details, but shall I introduce myself?" an oracle That's my name."
"Don't you have any affiliation?"

　We talk to each other while watching the gap.
　Contrary to the contents of the conversation, there is a growing sense of tension around me...

"You're not that good-natured as I expected!"

　With the words, Oriqueur sticks out the rapier.