He used a tablecloth, a cloth to wipe his hands, a ripped apron.
　In any case, Miaranse applied a cloth to the wound and tied it tightly, and gave first aid to Rene.
　I don't know how effective ordinary first aid would be in this space, or if it would make any sense in a normal way.

"I'm ...... going to die ......?

　Rene's breathing is labored as he lies on the torn curtain.
　Her wrapped upper body is soaked with blood through the improvised bandages.

I'm not going to let ...... you die. Never ......!

　Mihranze stood up, lightly patting Rene's forehead, which was sweating feverishly.
　In fact, Rene should already be dead, but that doesn't mean that the current situation can be left alone.

　--That's crazy!　What was that, ......?　This space trapped us with strange devices, but did not directly hurt us. Why then, suddenly, ......

　It's just a hunch, but something is wrong, Miarandze thought. It didn't fit with what Miaranse and the others had been made to do.
　First of all, if they could do something like that, they would have done it from the beginning. Why now?

Renai. I'm going to find a way out. We need to get out of here as soon as possible.
...... Don't go. ......

　He squeezed her hand and looked at her with moist silver eyes, making her feel guilty.
　It would be best if you could take him with you, but it's a wound that should not be moved carelessly. For now, he had to leave Rene here and find out what was going on.

Please listen to me. I can't heal that ...... wound. We have to get a doctor who can help you as soon as possible.
　I'll find a way out. I'll be back, I promise.

　Squeezing Rene's hand, Miarandze quickly ran out of the kitchen.

　Then, at the end of it, there was a kind of twisted tunnel.

"What is this?

　The hallway was crazy.
　The space was more cylindrical than square, and the carpeted floor and sooty wallpapered walls were distorted like the view of a drunken person.
　There were chests of drawers and cupboards floating in the air, as if something had torn them open.

　--The world is ...... broken!

　Looking back, the corridor behind her was a relievingly sensible square space.
　Only the front of Mehranze's body was out of alignment.
　And from beyond the distorted space, there was a faint glow.

　--It's not so much that it's broken as that it's ...... destroyed.
　　　It is as if something is happening that is outside of even the laws of this "hidden village" .......

　Miaranse hesitated for a moment to go towards the strange space. It was certain that something strange was occurring ahead.
　But if there was a clue to escape this strange world, ......

　There was no time to stand still.
　Mehranze started running.
　She ran down a corridor with a strange texture, as if she were stepping on wool, jumped through a hole in the wall into a playroom, ducked under a flying game board, and twisted her body through a gap in a twisted locked door.
　As I ran through the chandeliered dance hall, a blindingly strong light shone through a hole in the wall.
　From the other end of the hall, there was a distant voice that sounded as if someone was talking to you. ......

　I'm not sure.

　At the foot of the Great Spirit Tree, the sacred ritual of the cave was filled with more elves than ever before.

　It was a vast, domed, semi-subterranean space at the base of a huge, uncanny tree.
　The walls, floor, and ceiling were all made of the intricately intertwined roots of the Great Spirit Tree, and the area was filled with pale blue light.
　The altar ...... set up in the center of the room was kicked apart, and thick root-like structures extending from the floor and ceiling were knotted together in midair, holding something in their arms.
　Like spider silk wrapped around its prey, it held up in the air something that looked like a reddish-black jewel bigger than a bear.

　It was a gate to the other world, which looked like a huge and evil jewel.
　Originally, it was a place where our ancestors who had returned to the forest would sleep peacefully. It is a sanctuary that overlaps with the Great Forest of Goosenfall.
　But now it functioned as a cage that held the "Rose of Hell" captive.

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　The power of the Great Spirit Tree seals it so that what's inside doesn't overflow.

　Swords, spears, and arrows were being thrust toward the gate through the gaps in the vines that bound the gate to the other world.
　These weapons were beautifully decorated with techniques beyond human comprehension, but they were fading fast, and eventually they would shatter into sand and scatter.

"So, our treasures, given to us by the gods, .......

　Jivarmaguza was astonished at the sight.
　All of the weapons propped up on the ground were weapons given to him by the gods in a war four hundred years ago. The warriors of the tribe had fought valiantly with those weapons in their hands, defeating an army of hundreds of millions of demons.
　Although it was not used for a long time after that, the weapon was a symbol of the tribe.
　It had been broken so easily.

"It must have been abused in the wars of old, and the passage of time must have diminished its power.
　But that's no problem. You have done well. The weapon to avenge your evil has certainly done its job.

　Krsna, who was watching the scene, said quietly, not seeming to be moved at all.
　No, it was no longer Krsna, she could tell just by her presence.
　Priestesses sometimes lower the spirits of their fathers into their bodies during rituals. But this is one step further, as if she has completely surrendered her body and become a puppet.
　In other words, the will of the great ancestor spirits themselves was controlling Krsna.

　Krsna's long green hair and her eyes, which should have been green, were filled with a divine and brilliant sun-like light. When she looked at him with those eyes, he instinctively felt that he was facing something incomprehensibly powerful, and Jivarmaguza felt more fear than awe.



"Did you strike ...... the Rose of Hell?"
No.

　I'm not sure if you've heard of it, but I'm sure you've heard of it.
　I'm not sure if it's a good idea, but it's a good idea.

"What?
"We have wounded her badly enough to stop her, but the Rose Princess of Hell has not yet been destroyed. The power of the miracle was not enough. The miracle that the evil gods gave to the Rose of Hell was stronger than the miracle you were given by the gods. ......
　But don't worry. There are those in the Empire of Koenis who aspire to avenge evil, and I'm sure they have more miracles than we do.
　For them too, the Rose of Hell is an enemy. We need their help. Then the Silver Perilous Star will be destroyed.

　Everyone in the room was dumbfounded when Cruz Salina said such a thing in a debauched manner.

This is not the same thing ......!　"I'm not sure what to make of this, but I think it's a good idea.
"That's very difficult for us to do. But if you hadn't said so, you wouldn't have helped us, would you?
　You are the ones to blame. You didn't want to listen to us.

　Without a trace of remorse, Krsalina said.
　"She made me take out the tribe's treasure, telling me that it would be to my advantage to defeat the Rose of Hell.
　But it was a big lie.

There's no turning back now. The sanctuary is still being interfered with by the outside world. ...... One day, the Rose of Hell will escape the sanctuary. When that happens, her wrath will be upon us and upon you.
　It is impossible to join forces with the wicked. We have no choice but to join forces with the Empire and annihilate the Rose Princess of Hell.
"Then what will happen to the forest?　What will happen to the forest then? The empire will take it away from us if we take even one step. ......
The only thing that matters now is to destroy the evil gods that are avenging this world. What does it matter who owns a single forest?

　A shrill scream rang out from everyone.
　They realized that they had made an irreversible mistake.

　--Is this really the sum total of the will of our fathers ......?

　Jivarmaguza, too, stared at the priestess-chief with a clear face that seemed to have erased all emotion, barely supporting her wobbly feet.
　If we lose this forest, where will we go? There is no way we can live properly.
　Protecting the forest, protecting the tribe, should have been supreme.
　But Krsna's ...... soul told her that it did not matter.

　Jivarmaguza had his doubts about the judgment of his fathers, but he knew that they loved the forest and the tribe. After all, they were once part of the tribe.
　But. But... ......

　There was a frightening thud, and Jivarmaguza looked up at the gates of the other world.
　The grotesquely red gate, entwined with thick vines, was pulsating.

　Immediately afterwards, light seemed to dance around him, and humanoid beings formed of white light appeared in numbers that filled the outer rim of the great hollow. In their hands, they carried bows of light that seemed to become one with their bodies.

"The Projection is ......?
"Take up your weapons, warriors!　The evil one is trying to escape from the scars of the sanctuary!
　The sanctuary has been damaged in the attack. The sanctuary was damaged in the attack.

　This is when Krsalina announced, and the warriors raised their weapons, wondering what was going on.
　As if slipping out from between the tangled vines, a black thing fell like a beast being born.

　In this space filled with pure light, the woman was different.
　She was dressed in the black and white serving clothes used by humans. Her triangular black ears protruded from her lustrous head of hair with a furry texture. In contrast to her pale, bloodless skin, her blood-red eyes blazed with anger.
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"......Huuuuuuuuuuuuuuu......!

　She arched her back and shouted menacingly like a cat.