“Yo, Pink Valleys. Get well soon.”

 

I bought a box of fruit and went into the hospital room. In the cleanly cleaned room, Pink Valleys was lying on the bed attached to the wall, wearing light clothing and looking bored.

 

Her arms were thickly bandaged.

 

Our eyes met. There was no greeting, but if I looked closely at her seemingly emotionless eyes, I could feel a faint sense of joy. It was as if we had celebrated each other without speaking.

 

I lowered my gaze a little.

 

Pink Valleys was wearing thin cotton clothing that revealed her skin, and even that was not buttoned properly. Her exposed collarbone glistened in the sunlight.

 

I put a self-mosaic over my retina.

 

Pink Valleys didn’t even think about covering herself up and spoke calmly. Rather, she went a step further and grabbed the collar of her clothes and shook it. It seemed to sway as if it would be visible, but I couldn’t see it because of the mosaic anyway.

 

“Succubi have the ultimate aphrodisiac effect in all their secretions. I’m not wearing anything to suppress my charm, so be careful.”

 

“Should I wear a mask and come?”

 

“Or you can come without it.”

 

This is exciting.

 

She must have been very bored in the hospital room, as she was more aggressive than usual. I couldn’t get angry at her for breaking the treaty, because my conscience pricked me every time I saw the wound on her arm.

 

I didn’t cut her, but she got hurt trying to protect me. I took an apple out of the basket.

 

“Do you want me to peel an apple for you?”

 

“Will you feed it to me with your mouth?”

 

“Why use your mouth when you have good hands?”

 

“Because men’s hands tend to be rough.”

 

Damn it.

 

I decided to shut my mouth and peeled the apple diligently. I modeled it after a magic blade, and I could easily separate the flesh with one turn.

 

I picked up a piece and put it in Pink Valley’s mouth, who was talking sternly.

 

Crunch, crunch. She ate the apple obediently. I was going to hit her in the mouth if she stuck her tongue out while I was feeding her, but…

 

The apple must have been delicious. I picked one up and ate it myself, even though I had just picked it up.

 

“……….?”

 

It was crunchy, but not sweet. Is she a hobbyist of eating tasteless things?

 

“Were you very bored?”

 

“Yes. Usually, one person is assigned as a nurse, but today, there seems to be something going on at the Defense Department. Everyone is busy and there is no one here.”

 

“Ah… I guess it’s because the Demon Lord was caught.”

 

“Somehow.”

 

Pink Valleys silent in agreement. I fed her a few more pieces of apple and asked her how she was doing.

 

“Are you badly hurt?”

 

“I can recover from this level of injury quickly, but since the opponent was a black magician… It will take a few more days to remove the contaminated magic power.”

 

I heard that black magicians, who crush the souls of others to replenish their magic power, eventually turn their own souls and magic power into rags.

 

It seems that such distorted magic power has the effect of slowing down healing if it remains in the wound area. It’s an annoying enemy with a passive healing reduction.

 

“You’ll be bored for a few more days. Doesn’t it hurt?”

 

“Well, that’s… It’s okay. There’s a more important problem than the pain.”

 

“What is it?”

 

“I don’t have a nurse next to me, and I can’t use my arms.”

 

“…Is that so?”

 

Pink Valleys quietly turned her head. I followed her gaze and saw a bottle on the table. Is it a water bottle?

 

“Do you want to drink water?”

 

“I need to use the bathroom urgently.”

 

“…?”

 

I know that succubi are semi-spiritual beings, so they don’t need to use the bathroom.

 

After Pink Valley’s ‘I’m actually a sleepwalker’ coming out, I ended up researching succubi, even going through ancient texts.

 

I need to know what my friend’s race is so that we don’t feel uncomfortable with each other. Even among humans, customs differ depending on the cultural sphere, so the difference would be even greater if the race were different.

 

I also know that succubi have tails. It is said that they appear when the power of sleepwalking is drawn out, and that they are a weakness in many ways, so I have to be careful.

 

So, this urgent need to use the bathroom is a joke to tease me.The embarrassment level soared to the top of my head. You betrayed my kindness. I’m sure if I panic and say, ‘How could you do that?’ , They’ll attack my conscience by talking about my arm hurting and all.

 

Then again, it’s a chicken race. Pinvalese.

 

“Okay, which bathroom is it? Let’s go together.”

 

“…?”

 

A look of confusion flashed in Pingvalez’s eyes and quickly disappeared. Are you also confused? If so, it is time to move further.

 

Until you admit with your own mouth that you screwed up, I won’t back down…!

 

“Let’s go. Just pull down your panties and I’ll take care of it.”

 

“Don’t you need me to help you take a bath? If I coat both arms, they won’t touch the water.”

 

“I won’t refuse. You will wash me thoroughly, every nook and cranny, right?”

 

“I’ll clean it from the inside out, so don’t run away…”

 

I walked down the hallway shoulder to shoulder with Pinvalez. We know each other is a lie. However, there are times when a man must not back down.

 

My steps are heavy. However, it was necessary to kill Pingvalez’s momentum at least once. Haven’t you been living with constant persecution these days? Total management is important.

 

The best defense is offense. We must keep in mind that if you penetrate too deep with a threatening dribble, you may be hit back.

 

We will soon reach our destination, and if no one freaks out…

 

“What are you doing?”

 

“….”

 

“….”

 

I ran into Yuna who was just coming out of the bathroom.

 

“Oh, um, that’s it.”

 

“I have trouble walking, so I only needed help to walk for a little while. Let’s go back now, crazy wizard.”

 

“Uh, okay. Lord Magic Tower, I’ll go first. You didn’t forget that we agreed to meet later, right? Then then. Take care of yourself, Pingbalez.”

 

Patter.

 

Pinvalez and I were scattered like lightning. I was scared, but I survived thanks to the magic tower lord who showed up at the right time. Even though we couldn’t win, how is it that we haven’t lost?

 

“It’s your arm that’s injured…?”

 

Only the voice of the magic tower owner, who was left alone in the hallway, rang softly.

 

—- —- —- — —-

 

It will take a few days for Pingvalez to recover from his injury.

 

Also, if you ask where Pingvalez belongs, it’s the National Defense Bureau. He was just helping me by broadly interpreting the order to protect me, but he was originally from a different department.

 

The 2nd Prince said he could assign Defense Bureau agents, but he thought it would be difficult in many ways if ‘secrets’ that he did not want others to know were discovered in the process.

 

“….”

 

Above all, it seemed like the magic tower lord did not want it.

 

So, it was decided that the task of finding clues and destroying the warlock’s base would be done between me and the Mage Tower owner. It was decided to compile the information obtained and share it with the second prince.

 

Among the information scraped from the warlock’s brain, we chose the underground water supply. Originally, this decision was made because there was a high probability that such an underground facility would win, and the Defense Bureau also seemed to want to take it.

 

Think about it. If a building is destroyed, it is okay to leave it alone, but if an underground water supply system is damaged, it must be repaired as quickly as possible. Because it is a key facility that is greatly involved in the sanitation of the city.

 

Therefore, considering the budget and time required for restoration, it was not possible to use large-scale technology for underground water supply.

 

On the day when a fireball is thrown and a chain explosion occurs, warlocks will not be a problem. We will have to bring in the Geumtap Tower and start large-scale civil engineering work.

 

But who are we? We are masters of ‘illusion magic.’

 

They were the people in the world who could handle things quietly without destroying facilities.

 

“Would you like a flowery scent?”

 

“Um… “How about lavender?”

 

“Lavender, this much?”

 

“It’s a little dark. Please lighten it just a little.”

 

We walked side by side through the underground water pipe while chatting with Mabju. The peculiar smell of the sewer was removed with illusion magic.

 

I erased the sound of my footsteps and hid myself by camouflaging myself with both recognition and light.

 

“Hologram: Gutter Rat.”

 

Detection is assisted by the use of phantom rats.

 

Crown Hall’s underground water is supply is divided into two types. Inside and outside. The place we were walking was the outer underground water pipe. The story was that it was not a facility where nobles lived.Still, it was pretty good. It was kept clean, if not better. It seemed like overall maintenance was being carried out steadily.

 

I coated my hand with magical power and pressed it against the wall. I could feel the dirt accumulating along the surface and the magic beyond. It was the magic of the golden magic tower that reinforced the passage.

 

“Lord of the Mage Tower, if there is a warlock hiding somewhere here, he would have used the original space or created a new space, right?”

 

“If the original space was used… There’s no way it wouldn’t be found. It’s not a place where management was negligent…”

 

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“Then it means that a new tunnel has been dug.”

 

“Well, then… I would have erased or deceived the golden magic tower’s reinforcement magic.”

 

All we have to do is find a place without magic. The magic tower lord and I looked at each other, silent, and secretly sprayed magic waves. The reflected senses are read and analyzed.

 

‘Rieri, the Golden Magic Tower wizard, is here.’… That’s not it.

 

There was a mistake in the magic construction here, so it wasn’t erased.

 

This place…

 

“Uh, Mage Tower Lord. Here.”

 

“There?”

 

It’s here.

 

I discovered the part where the golden magic tower’s reinforcement magic was awkwardly overlaid. There are probably warlocks beyond here.

 

Since my specialty was fantasy magic, I didn’t study enough to destroy reinforcement magic without being detected. I asked the magic tower owner while pounding on the wall.

 

“Can you wake up, Mage Tower Lord?”

 

“Ugh. I can do it. I-I’ll… I’ll break it in and get in. Follow me carefully.”

 

“Yep.”

 

It was my first time fighting together with her.

 

I almost never saw her fight in the first place. She caught a glimpse of Yuna shooting the death beam at the mansion. Maybe that’s why I was a little excited.

 

I prepared various auxiliary magics and prepared to perform the answer. I was thinking of taking care of the small little things. Okay then.

 

The magic tower lord of the purple magic tower. A fantasy wizard who has reached the level of sublimation.

 

How will Yuna Jurensto Violet Iris fight?

 

“Hmph.”

 

Quang-!!

 

The magic tower lord struck the wall with a lump of magic power, collapsing it in one fell swoop. Then, the warlocks swarming beyond came into view.

 

Beep.

 

The pendant of the Goddess religion that the 2nd prince received glowed. It’s an artifact that detects twisted souls, and the signal came, so they guessed it was a warlock. I roared to the magic tower lord.

 

“W-Who are you?!”

 

“Fable – “Subtraction”.”

 

Sigh. A group of warlocks became meat puppets.

 

Recognizing the intruder, a group of additional warlocks appeared from inside. I will answer the question…

 

“Fable – “Subtraction”.”

 

“Kaaa!!”

 

As the battle lines died out, the warlocks prepared to use magic, perhaps declaring a state of emergency. Some of them crushed their souls to produce magic power, and some of them ran inside.

 

I first put mental control on them…

 

“”Subtract”.”

 

“aaahhh-!!”

 

“….”

 

“No, who knew where this place was… And who came in without fear!”

 

At las!

 

Finally, someone came out that did something. Is this a warlock who has reached fable? He had a pitch black protective shield around him. The surface of the shield was filled with the image of a soul screaming horribly.

 

I am Pasimhyeonjeon…

 

“‘Subtraction’, ‘Subtraction’, ‘Subtraction’.”

 

“Kwaaa-!!”

 

I was able to survive one shot, but I couldn’t hold three shots in a row. The warlock lost all his senses except his head.

 

I looked at the magic tower with concern.

 

“N-no. Is it okay to use that repeatedly… ?!”

 

“Oh, yes. “No problem.”

 

“Maybe you’re overdoing it…”

 

“Well, you don’t have to worry…”

 

The magic tower lord said as if he was worried for no reason, and then said, “Ah.” He muttered, ‘You didn’t know much about fables… ‘ And explained it step by step.

 

“Fables are about coloring your soul with emotions and extracting and using special magical power, right?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“But sublimation… Is when the soul is completely stained and its form changes, right?”Uh.

 

“So… “If you reach sublimation, will the fable be maintained at all times?”

 

I couldn’t believe it. The magic tower lord roared his head as if that was correct. Yuna Death Beam was an average hit.

 

That day, the warlocks received 23 paralyzed bodies.

 

—- —- —- — —-

 

[Loneliness circle]

 

The human soul emits an amount of magical power proportional to the emotions felt. Therefore, magicians who explore the soul have been researching ‘how to continuously feel exhaustion emotions’… (Omitted).

 

This research is an attempt to improve and improve the sustainability of through emotional connection with others. Through a 66-day involving ritual the sacrifice of more than ten people, a neural network was built to share emotions with each other, ultimately producing Dragonheart-level output. The purpose is to provide

 

⋯⋯⋯⋯.

 

Wow.

 

The magic tower lord tore the piece of paper with the ritual written on it into small pieces and incinerated it with magical power.

 

We were able to decide on our next destination. The place where the warlocks hold their rituals is within the patrol range of the Capital Knights. It was the ‘no longer in use’ villa of the Duke of Red Flavor.