The Strongest Wingless Gargoyle

Demon King Meeting 2

"... or your hair?

"Yes, it is."

Berea's voice echoes indoors.

I can take the silver hair at my fingertips to the berea half as forcefully.

Berea moving her hands and looking at her hair from various angles.

"Probably, but this is my hair. My hair contains my magic. So in response to my magic earlier, I can understand this phenomenon if you think that every bag was pulled out of Clive's bag."

Let's settle down and sort it out.

All you have to do to take out the magic bag is match the magic of the outside owner with the magic of the landmark of the load inside.

Berea hasn't even touched my magic bag, but her hair contains Berea's magic.

This is synonymous with the fact that your hair is marked with Belgian magic.

This is how I reacted and came out because the magic of my hair inside matched that of Berea outside.

I see, Berea's story is convincing.

……

... but not if you think calmly about it.

Recognize the situation in which you are now placed.

Belia staring at me, her gaze crossed.

What emotions does she have right now?

My own hair came out of my luggage.

It's not a strange case to be mistaken for a stalker if you do it badly.

Normally, I wouldn't feel good, and it would be natural for her to have strong doubts...

"Ask again. Why do you have my hair?

"... and I don't know, I don't"

I still look surprised to complain to Beria.

The hair of a true vampire ancestor is of considerable value because it becomes an excellent auxiliary medium for magic.

There are many things I would want just like a magic bag...... but I really don't know.

Thinking about how to convince Belia......

I heard a vibration coming from somewhere.

"Hey, something's shaking."

"... Huh?

I'll tell Beria to run away so she can get off topic.

To hear the sound, the vibration source looks like an inner pocket in Berea's clothes.

Berea removes a circular object from his pocket.

A circular gold plate of about ten centimetres in diameter.

A thin needle is attached to the center of the plate and a red gem can be seen at the tip of the needle.

"Ugh, no... no. No way..."

It looks like a pocket watch at first glance, but it shouldn't be a watch or anything to see Berea surprise.

The gem flashes with chickens and emits light, and the needle starts to spin chaotically just shaking off.

"... what's that?

"Does that mean this needle moved out of the blue? Did you sense the surgeon's powerful magic reaction? No... but Marrell said the needle wouldn't make such a spinning move, but..."

Calm disappears from Berea.

Beria thinking alone, ignoring my question and staring at the board.

The rotational speed of the needle increases acceleratively, and eventually the needle flies off the plate and stabs the wall.

"... Clife"

"Hey, what?

I respond roughly to Beria, who speaks the lowest voice of the day.

The air, which was soothing until earlier, is instantly turning into a stuck thing.

Berea sending a sharp gaze.

Are you feeling pretty high, red eyes glowing?

"This item is a radar developed by our alchemist for a certain purpose"

"Radar?

"Yes, to find the killer... right. It's still an experimental prototype..."

As we explore this reaction, Belia slowly begins to explain.

But I don't understand what Berea is talking about.

"About a month ago, I... was cursed by someone under my command."

"... a curse, you say? What kind of curse?

"............ I'll keep talking. I wish the curse could have been cursed with healing magic, but this is really a very nasty, cumbersome and ugly curse. So far, the only way to decurse it is for the operator to look for it and let it unravel. But there was no clue who the operator was... until now."

Berea keeps talking at once.

They sullied at the question, but somehow they figure out what Beria's trying to say.

But... I hear a lot about Alberto's curse relationship.

"Even though it's a prototype, I still think it makes sense that I reacted like this now"

"Bullshit, stupid! I mean, is this what this is all about? You think I'm the one who cursed him?

I shout out and do my best to deny it.

"I didn't say that much. The needle is supposed to direct the surgeon in response to the magic of the surgeon... so he doesn't spin so hard."

……

"But... it is also true that a radar that has never even been picky reacted abnormally to the hair that Cliff had in his bag. I can't deny that you have any connection to the curse."

"... oh, I'm not the killer! I don't know about your hair!

"... really? You're sweating from your forehead."

"Take it, if all of a sudden this happens, I'm in a hurry!

You're not lying, Beria, or you look at my expression as you observe.

Belia is not convinced to sue desperately and the suspicions are not cleared.

Why am I looking at you like this? How can you understand that?

"Then why did the radar move? What if it's none of Cliff's business?

"... well, that's"

I think desperately but I can't turn my head.

There's no way I know the answer in such a sudden situation.

"Oh, someone's conspiracy to plunge us... or something?

"No, with pubic hair! I'm making a fool of myself!

"Hey, what are you saying? A conspiracy, a conspiracy! Just calm down."

What a mistake to hear...... Berea looming with an impatient look.

It's a disturbing way that doesn't usually seem like a calm girlfriend.

"I have no grudges against Beria. So, roughly, what's in it for you to imitate that stupid to someone you're about to get along with? You'd be too dumb to expose yourself like this and anything at all?

"Well, that's... yeah,"

"Besides, the radar is a prototype, so you can't deny the possibility of malfunction."

I appeal to Beria to calm down.

"... okay, we should settle down with each other,"

One way or another, I swallow the word "sochilla".

The time for silence continues, restoring only a little calm.

"... Phew, Cliff"

"What?

"Surely there are many parts that don't fall to your heart, and I'll put this place on hold for now. But we can't just leave this thing like this and move on with the umbrella story. We need to be clear. That's why I'm calling the alchemist who made this radar from home. That way you'll probably find out something... okay?

"Fine...... where you want it, you can look it up until the suspicion clears up"

I look directly into Berea's eyes. Never deviate from yourself.

There's nothing backwards, so you just have to be grand.

"Until the Alchemist and I get here, I'm gonna make a big deal out of this city."

"Are you sure? I'll make you come as fast as I can, but it'll take a while."

"It will be inevitable. If that proves innocence. I'm worried about Menardo, but I can't leave here to gain your trust and cooperation."

……

"I just want to ask for one thing. I'll be waiting in the city for my sister... I want to let her know about this"

"... ok"

I'm sorry about Alberto and Marisel, but I decided to stay in Lidomdora.

I was anxious to extend my absence, but believe Alberto's strength that I beat my sister and that Razapham.

Afterwards, exchange the corl that came back to the room to explain the situation.

Corlu was, naturally, confused, confused.

The Demon King talks are interrupted, leading to the present situation as we spend our days on the top floor of the castle.

"... and that's what happened"

……

"So I'd like to ask you, do you have any idea of Marisel in Berea's hair? The Magic Bag was used by Marisel until recently, so I thought maybe she knew something."

……

"... mariselle?

My brother sees me in silence.

After listening to your brother, I was flabbergasted.

"... ahhh, ahhh"

"Duh, what's up? Marisel?"

My brother looks worried as he nods to the floor and holds my head.

My heart was dominated by feelings of regret and penance.

"... and was it"

The talks were cancelled kick-ass.

Berea's hair coming out of her magic bag...... that memory comes back to life.

When I met Alberto in the Goblin settlement.