A door makes people curious. What is behind the door? This is a natural phenomenon.

 

Whether you open the door normally, kick it with your foot, or break it, there must be something beyond it. There could be gold and silver treasures, ninjas, giant tentacles, anything. It’s Schrödinger’s box.

 

My illusion magic can be powered by the faith of others, and through this, I can grant a certain amount of physical strength.

 

‘Stepping on the Door and Ascending to the World’ is a magic that uses such characteristics to the extreme.

 

The first victim is made up. Someone who is impatient opens the door in a hurry and is eaten by a strange monster that stretches out from the inside. It was an illusion from beginning to end.

 

However, the victims who witnessed the illusion begin to think that there is some kind of terrible trap beyond the door from now on.

 

I become afraid that if I open the door, a monster will pop out from beyond it.

 

The belief that there must be something beyond the door. That’s what makes ‘Stepping on the Door and Ascending to the World’ function as a labyrinth.

 

It fuels anxiety.

 

“Oh, the tentacles caught me, they caught me!”

 

“Just now, just now something brushed against my ankle…!”

 

The physical strength that the immature magic can exert is only this much. But as anxiety spreads and the belief in ‘something’ beyond the door grows stronger.

 

“Ah, I’m being dragged! I’m being dragged…!”

 

“Euaaak!!”

 

The weak ones can be literally eaten.

 

At this point, some of the dizzy ones shout like this.

 

“Don’t open the door! Damn it… don’t open it!”

 

“Don’t open it! Don’t open it!”

 

Then, I release the poison once more. I show one of the guys who is under the spell of ‘Stepping on the Door and Ascending to the World’ opening the door and escaping.

 

“Ha, hahahahaha! Here! This is the escape route…!!”

 

Bang. And the door closes. The escape route used is erased. The door disappears like a mirage.

 

“This is also an escape route! Hurry…!”

 

“I, I’m free!”

 

Bang. Bang. The doors close and are erased one after another.

 

One, two, I release the victims. Then, those trapped in the labyrinth finally come to understand the rules. Of these numerous doors, a few are escape routes, and that number is decreasing even now…

 

Chaos spreads. As the hope and belief in the escape route grow stronger. The physical strength and binding power of ‘Stepping on the Door and Ascending to the World’ grow stronger.

 

“Ge, get out of the way! I’ll open this door… Euaaak!!”

 

“This, this is definitely an escape route! It’s written like that!”

 

The fewer the number of people trapped, the more the desperation intensifies and the harder it becomes. It swallows slowly. And when I have a moment to spare.

 

“Block it! If we block it calmly and find the exit… .”

 

“It won’t go on forever…”

 

“Save me…”

 

“…”

 

Now, there is no one standing.

 

—- —-

 

Pink Valleys grabbed the collar of a middle-aged man with white hair among the scattered people and lifted him up. It seemed that he thought this was the most likely to be the head, judging from his armed state and the attitude he had taken first .

 

“This person will be moved for interrogation.”

 

“…”

 

“What is that look, Lord Demon Tower?”

 

“Oh, no. Nothing… .”

 

Pink Valleys let out a shallow sigh and spoke to Lord Demon Tower as if scolding him.

 

“I understand that you think of succubus interrogation when you hear the word interrogation, but it’s discriminatory and rude. Lord Demon Tower. Pervert.”

 

Kwa-kwang-!

 

Lord Demon Tower froze, his face pale as if he had been struck by lightning on the top of his head.

 

I quietly hugged Lord Demon Tower and patted him on the back. People can have some naughty thoughts. It’s okay as long as you don’t go too far into a strange place.

 

“It’s okay, Lord Demon Tower. I can love you even if you’re a pervert.”

 

“…You’re the worst, you are!!”32 consecutive hits of Yuna Punch exploded all over my body.

 

I said Dunga Dunga and looked at the stone statue in the center of the square. I couldn’t figure out the religious meaning or who this statue was or anything like that.

 

I knew for sure that this statue was a medium for “Big Brother.”

 

I stretched out my hand and rubbed the surface of the statue. When magical power was lightly injected, a complex, almost invisible, engraved pattern was revealed with flickering light.

 

The magician looked at the pattern, then turned his head and said, covering my eyes.

 

“…This is a hypnotic pattern, right? Like Melbourne’s sugar coating.”

 

“I think that’s where I got the idea.”

 

This stone statue was close to an artifact that would naturally attract ‘Big Brother’ When looking at the pattern.

 

It is a very elaborate work. After all, the world is wide and there are many geniuses. Although its intentions are impure and heinous, it is a magic tool so well made that you want to applaud it.

 

If so…

 

It would be nice to think that all of the back alley people gathered here were bullied by Big Brother. It is said that he had time to pray regularly.

 

At this point, it has been confirmed that two of the magics being studied at the Purple Magic Tower are mixed.

 

This means that there really is at least one leaker or traitor inside.

 

“I guess I’ll have to investigate the stone statue.”

 

“Isn’t it a little difficult for you too?”

 

“Yes, because it’s not my major.”

 

I was busy doing my own research and didn’t interfere with other people’s research, so I lacked knowledge in body manipulation and Geass. I had to use thought guidance in a TRPG, so I quite knew a bit about it.

 

If I were to study on my own from now on and look into each item one by one, time would be an issue.

 

Reducing the time to invest in hobbies was a problem, but if that much time had passed… The guy who made this would have run away a long time ago.

 

Now that we had delved this far, it was time attack from now on.

 

It is a fight to see how far the creator of ‘Big Brother’ can catch his tail before he realizes the abnormal situation and erases his traces.

 

“….”

 

Wait for a second.

 

“Lord Magic Tower.”

 

“…Uh, huh?”

 

“What would you, the Magic Tower Lord, do in this situation? The hypnosis brainwashing is automatically applied to this statue, so there is no proper way to track it. “The people of the Magic Tower are now suspicious.”

 

“I, I. I’m not good at research or anything like that. Ugh… I think I looked for the wizards of the Purple Magic Tower in the Crown Hall. I guess they interrogated the fallen person or made a sumon. When I put the statue here. I must have come here once.”

 

Yes, I guess so.

 

And when the investigation was conducted, I think… There would be numerous eyewitness testimonies about the senior with the facial scar.

 

It’s not because he’s a criminal, but because he’s an insider who goes out alone more than 50% of the time per week.

 

But we would have taken that fact as suspicious. Isn’t it natural to become suspicious if someone’s face appears dozens of times in the area where a crime was committed?

 

There was an unpleasant feeling that kept piercing a corner of my mind. The very first. A man pickedpocketed me as if he was guided by something. And the events that unfolded afterwards.

 

The similarity between Big Brother, Which was activated when questioning a male, and a senior with facial scars felt everywhere. This flow.

 

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It’s unpleasant because it feels like someone’s trap.

 

I don’t know who the culprit is, but given the circumstances, he is someone who knows a lot about the Purple Magic Tower. Then, of course, you would know about me and the magic tower lord Yuna.

 

I’m also a genius enough to figure out magic from where I’m sitting.

 

Also, if you get caught by Yuna, you’ll be screwed.

 

Let’s assume that the senior with the facial scar is the culprit. Is it possible to plan something like this while completely excluding the possibility of us visiting Crown Hall? If you get caught, you will be chased.

 

Also, if he wanted to make things up, he wouldn’t have used his own name. Even if you roll sideways, it’s the magic of a senior with a facial scar. Is it possible to proceed with the task without complacency, thinking it won’t work? If you get caught, you will be chased.

 

Finally, what on earth is the reason for having a hypnotized male headbutt me? If you get caught, you will be chased.

 

I cautiously expressed my guess.

 

“I think it might be a trap.”

 

“Uh, what kind of trap? Now?” “No matter how much I think about it, I don’t understand. Because he’s so blatantly saying, ‘I’m a senior with a facial scar.’ You’ll have to listen to Pingvalez to understand, but I think he came to install the stone statue disguised as a senior with a facial scar.”

 

“So, you’re trying to frame me?! On Loray!”

 

Matapju clapped and smiled brightly. The gloomy expression and the stuttering tone of speech that had just disappeared at once. Suspecting the same person from the Purple Magic Tower seemed to have put her under a lot of stress.

 

It was only a guess, but she thought that unless the senior with the facial scar actually wanted to get caught… She had no reason to do things like this.

 

As she waited impatiently, Ping Valez came out, covered in blood, dragging her middle-aged man by the collar. Pingvalez said with a regretful expression.

 

“…The person who installed the stone statue was confirmed to be ‘Puppet’ Lorey. Three repeated interrogations were conducted, but the same eyewitness testimony emerged.”

 

“…Yay!!”

 

“…?!”

 

Lord Matab called for her long live her. She seemed to have strengthened her belief that the senior with the facial scar was trying to frame her because she wasn’t stupid enough to do it without a disguise.

 

Pingvalez whispered softly to me with a distraught expression.

 

“Is it possible that the relationship between the magic tower lord and Lorey was very bad… ?”

 

“We got along well. Well, listen to it first. It’s Ping Ballez. This is just a guess…”

 

Isn’t this information given too obviously? I also explained to Pingvalese the hypothesis that this could be an operation to frame a false accusation. She nodded her head as if it made sense.

 

But, she added, she cautioned.

 

“Still, the likely culprit is ‘Puppet’ Lorey. “You know that, right?”

 

“You know. So I’m just trying to find out if you’re innocent.”

 

“Are you saying there is a way to find out?”

 

Of course, there are none. Isn’t there the simplest way to prove innocence?

 

“You can just ask directly.”

 

“?”

 

She decided to contact him and ask him directly. Basically, the explanation is yours to do.

 

Ping Balez asked what she would do if she facial scar her senior she went into hiding and escaped because he was the culprit, but then she declared that Ma Top Lord would take responsibility and kill her, so she backed off.

 

Before the storm.

 

Maybe the senior with the facial scar was really the culprit who was complacent. This could be like telling the criminal to run away now. It is a dangerous act that may arouse unnecessary suspicion in the empire, saying, ‘Actually, aren’t you all in the same group as that guy?’

 

However, me and the magic tower owner… I also wanted to bet on the one I could trust.

 

She borrowed the crystal ball for emergency communication and the magic power needed for communication from Yuna. And she forced the call to connect. A crackling sound continued, and then the voice of a senior with a facial scar was heard.

 

-This is my sister’s body… I feel strange.

 

-That’s right, Lauren. Move it little by little. It will be easier to use once you get used to it.

 

-My heart is beating so hard. Sister, are you sick?

 

-No, I’m happy. Right now it’s only three hours, but soon enough we can go on a trip together…

 

The conversation continued, but only one voice was heard. It seemed like a younger brother had entered the body of a senior with a facial scar. Note. I cleared my throat.

 

“Um, excuse me, senior?”

 

-⋯⋯⋯⋯Junior? Why?

 

Even someone who gets caught watching porn would not be able to express’Why are you out there?’To that extent with their voice her her her her. I calmly stated my business.

 

“Well, my senior has been accused of having an affair with a subversive force. If you don’t explain it now, the Magic Tower Lord will shoot you with a laser.”

 

-What the f*ck… Where should I go, junior? No, Lauren. Are you okay. It’s no big deal, so you don’t have to worry. No, no. My sister didn’t do anything like that. ..

 

Uddangtangtang.

 

I heard the sound of people changing clothes in a hurry, the sound of rolling, and the sound of a senior telling his younger brother not to worry. I spoke quietly into the crystal ball.

 

“We got a room at the Crown Hall… At the Seagull Inn.”

 

-Yes, please tell me to wait a day.

 

Pop. The signal was lost.

 

“He’ll be here soon. Let’s collect the statue and bring it to the inn room, then take a rest.”

 

“…The siblings are so harmonious.”At the frivolous Pinkballez’s words, Matopju struck his shield in agreement.

 

“Uh, yeah! Lorelei is so kind. She loves her little brother so much! She would never do something like leak research or do something bad…!”

 

“It doesn’t seem like that harmony is a compliment.”

 

Pinkballez eliminated ‘Big Brother’ from the heads of the people scattered in the square and called the guards to imprison them one after another.

 

That’s how the first day of the Crown Hall visit ended.

 

—- —-

 

The senior with a scar on his face, who had been traveling between the warp gate and the carriage all night, nodded as he looked at the stone statue with an exhausted and pale expression.

 

“This is my magic.”

 

“…Lo, Lorelei!!”

 

“D, don’t shoot! My magic is right, but I didn’t do it!!”

 

The senior with the scar on his face began a grand feast of explanation.