After clearing the fields of Kaila village to make them suitable for farming, we now start the work of securing a proper water source.
I used a small magic sphere to dig some holes, and I stood at the spot where the most water was flowing.
What are we going to do with this, boy?
Well, I'm going to build a high platform here, and then I'm going to make an irrigation canal that runs through all the fields.
"High ground?
Yeah, I think it's more convenient to flush the water.
Now what to do with the table.
He was about to ask the stone what the best way is, when....
Then the earth suddenly began to shake.
What?
"Watch out! Hang on Bowls!
Miller grabbed my hand.
For all intents and purposes, Miller was an old man, but he didn't budge in the midst of the quake, like a giant tree with its feet planted in the ground.
In the meantime, remote villagers, who were excited about the upcoming harvest in their respective fields, rolled around one after another.
The shaking is long ...... What's going on?
"Ah!
"What's up, boy!
"The color of the water turns purple. ...... Is that ...... poison?
"Mmm!
The mirror's complexion changed.
The water that I had dug up with the magic ball, spouting from here and there, had turned a poisonous hue all at once.
The water bubbled as if it had boiled, turning purple and slushy.
The first thing anyone saw was "poison? I'm not sure what to expect.
"This is ...... no way!
I was about to ask Miller, "What do you know?
The earth shook even louder, and a black object shot out of the ground with an eardrum-tearing explosion.
The object flew up into the air, about three stories high, and stopped dead in place.
It was a woman's figure.
A woman in a black dress--a tattered dress.
Her eyes were muddy, her whole body was trembling, and purple drool was dripping from her mouth.
She was stagnant, letting out a moaning sound like an animal.
It's a horrible moan that sounds as if it's leaking out of the depths of hell.
I knew it!
"He?
It's Astaroth, and after meeting him fifty years ago, I was a bit of a mess.
That means that ...... is the one who put the curse on Miller.
Nodding Miller.
Well, come to think of it, she and Miller have a lot in common.
The mirror's poisonous hand, and the poisonous water that is now spouting from the ground.
And most importantly, the miasma from Astaroth's own body.
I asked the Philosopher's Stone about "Astaroth," just in case.
The wise man's stone has all the knowledge.
...... I see.
I haven't seen him since then, but ...... you're telling me he was in the ground that Bowles dug up.
It could be.
At any rate. Here I was, but in my 100th year, I have something to show you.
Wait.
"What's up with that?
Let me do it.
"...... seems to be.
Miller, whose will to fight rose from the moment he saw Astaroth, fell at a much faster pace than he rose the moment I came forward, and the grimness vanished from his face.
'We'd better leave it to Bowles.
The mirror said so and the atmosphere became that of a full-on spectator mode.
I stepped out and headed for Astaroth.
Stagnant and just suffering until then, the Astaroth.
When that asteroid noticed me, it began to suffer even more.
He slobbered and his mouth was open to his cheeks and he gasped for air.