Chapter 98: 98 Episode 96: The Hidden Monologues (Part IV)

Hide.

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Invisible.

That's nothing, there's no limit to saying 'just me'.

I don't make you feel it.

Don't let them sense.

It doesn't enlighten me.

That's nothing, I don't mind 'other than me'.

'Invisible' is a powerful advantage.

(Snow Leprechaun said he could see my killing spirit)

Then, if you're not willing to kill me, please?

It would be a trap I had already set up, not me, the subject of the attack, and 'my will' would not remain.

The structure is even simpler.

On the ground, just write a contact-sensitive sorcery ceremony.

If you step on it, it activates at that point, the trap of Aurora Flame.

Install it innumerably.

Killing yourself without a hand is the crux of the assassination.

When that snowman set up a chase on me.

And when I saw the melting snowman and the elf ran away.

My flames will do the best they can.

The basics of the assassination are to 'aim out of consciousness'.

It's about distracting from something and making it happen in the meantime.

Come on, let's set the Snow Fairy Knight up again.

And you will enjoy my trap.

Even though it is contact-sensitive, this technique does not work against me.

So you shouldn't even be suspicious of scaffolding.

In my view, there is no sixth sense in that snowman.

It won't be possible.

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But what is this feeling that can be directed at us from earlier?

When I looked, a silver-haired toddler stared at me jizzily.

It's just like watching Bo.

It was as swallowing as if even birds and butterflies flew into the garden to view it.

(What...? Are you seeing me?

Move.

My gaze follows.

Jump.

My gaze is coming after me.

- Definitely.

Hard to believe, but that toddler, I see.

Why is that?

How could you?

How?

I patrol.

I was going to defeat the Snow Knight as a top priority to secure my exit, but shouldn't we do something about that toddler who can 'see' first?

(Kill him? Kids...?

For a moment, my chest ached.

But rethink.

There can't be a real child coming here.

I'm sure that, too, is a kind of spiritual.

Otherwise, you can't possibly see through my hiding.

I think so.

There is no other way to continue the fight than to think so.

I decided to change the target from a snowman to something else.

Even so, the surroundings of the snowman are already full of traps.

If it catches me, that's fine.

(First, whether we can break through that demon wall...)

Protect the young two, that wall.

My thunder struck me, no scratches.

How powerful a magic can such a fence be built?

No, I'm sure it's not that elf alone magic.

Perhaps, that rod.

That rod must be an off-digit delicacy.

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The rank of the tools is Mitsu.

For one thing, there's not even magic in the cage, just stuff.

Demonic weapons and magic props, powered by magic and demonic stones, are next.

Up to this point, it belongs only to 'people'.

And the creation of the existence of 'more than man' - that is the 'Book of Heaven'.

After all, demonic props are imitations for approaching the Book of Heaven.

Especially since, like the Gate of Transfer, there was once a magic prop that was no different from a miracle even at the hands of a man, or a technique comparable to and surpassing a genius, it is not generally possible for a magic prop to determine it to be a degradation of a genius.

However, there is no doubt that, by and large, the genius is isolated from the weapons and tools created by man.

That rod, maybe, could be it.

If it is the sanctuary of the elves, it is not surprising that there is a treasure of the divine apparatus, as it is called a sacred relic.

Isn't that one, though it was brought out of there?

If that rod is a genius, it explains the amount of magic that clouds even that elf anomaly.

(Either way, if you attract an elf, assassinate him, you should be able to erase the fence. If the knight and elf disappear, then the two toddlers)

Based on the girl's gaze, can't you direct the elf movement?

Lure them out.

If you can see, use what you can see.

Something touched my body.

"- Huh!"

I accidentally let myself down.

There must be no one else in the hall.

And yet, I did get touched by someone now.

(No way, you think there's something besides me that you're visualizing?

Look over, I don't see anything.

Unexpectedly distance, but at that moment, he was touched again.

"Location has been identified. All you have to do is switch it off."

"- What?"

That, it was a moment.

When the little boy shrugged, the technique I was exercising, all of which disappeared.

Hidden magic, too.

Installed traps too.

Even the magic of physical strengthening.

"Become...!? Lie...!?"

What I feel is a definite loss of magic.

Any defenseless.

Sorcery, the sword and armor of the name, vanished in an instant.

(What, is this...?!? Even this, is it the power of Rod...!? Or is that Spirit boy...!?)

The horn, too, restarts...

When I tried to wrap up the procedure again, Snow Fairy was already packing the distance and sticking the ice blade up my throat.

"Don't move, mage. Move and I'll kill you."

"- Huh!"

This warning, not a bluff, would be serious.

At least enough to amputate your hands and feet, you should.

But I understand that what you don't do immediately is you're going to extract information from me.

Then, in the meantime, is there something you can't get out of?

I don't know the whole story about them.

But this member is dangerous.

Definitely, be our enemy.

We have to let everyone know about it.

In this place, it must not end.

with people I hate, and to remind my fellow countrymen.

Let me see your face first.

Snow Fairy kept his sword sticking, made his arm out of ice magic, and stripped my hood off.

He doesn't intend to collapse in any way.

People who aren't alert and chronic are arrowy and hard to do.

"Hmm..."

The snowman looked just a little surprised and windy.

Probably because you found out my race.

Over there, a young boy and girl show interest in my appearance.

"Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha! Phew, here we go! Phew, I love it!

"Rünelöp, or..."

Yes. I'm a Lunelup.

It is one of the three great species that excel in the handling of witchcraft, and because of the value of the 'third eye', it is a - pathetic minority - on the side of being hunted by humans who are supposed to be inferior in ability.

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