291 - - The Impression of Mistiff

"White, have you ever heard of Ishvan?"

It's a name I've missed. A mystiff like any mystiff, a strong one, but one that doesn't like conflict and prefers silence. A twin to the quarrelsome Aldvaan, they are opposites on the inside, but they look exactly alike on the outside."

When I asked White about it after he had finished his tea, he sounded a little happy and told me.

Black, who does not move very much, stirred, perhaps wondering how long White has been in existence. I'd like to ask him about the theory that Mistiff has been queen for generations, but we'll talk about that later. Considering that he was asked to introduce himself as White instead of Hasfarn before, he would like to keep it a secret.

Considering that the telepathic message was also leaked to Reno, it is probably out now that the telepathic black is in his belly.

"He's in the back here."

Either one.

Is it Ishvaan or Aldvaan that awaits us in the depths of the earth? When people say they look exactly alike, I feel like I'm being flagged as a replacement, which makes me skeptical.

"Oh, you're alive!　I'd like to meet him. --I'm sure I'll be lectured as soon as I see you.

Fidgety and restless on his knees, waving the white, still nice to the touch.

"If Ishvaan is alive and well, do you know if he knows where Aldvaan is?"

Hmm?　White's voice sounds happy when he subtly mentions Aldvarne's name. Because of the hunter's words, I had somehow identified him as an evil mystiff, no?

"And yet you're not there yet?　You've been resting longer than you've been fighting, you won't be back before we get there, will you?"

I'd like to continue stroking him slowly if I could, but I don't want to interrupt his reunion with his old friend. There is no doubt that much was lost before White's rampage and while he was sealed up in the temple of Fast.

"Oh, shall we return once so that we can call them just before?"

"Yes. I think I'll give up trying to raise my level this time.

But for now, it's still in my lap. The long, moist fur feels both warm and cold as I brush my fingers through it.

"......I'm sorry to interrupt you, but..."

Suig spoke to me like he was scared out of his wits.

"What's wrong?"

"This basement is a space for mystiffs, so there will be no return even if moonlight does not reach us during the night. No, rather, there is no return in this basement even if you wanted to."

The disturbing nature of what I was told made me panic and open the menu, which I normally don't look at. The summoning time count in White's status has stopped, but the command to return is safe.

"Yes, it's true. The connection here is stronger than the connection to the spirit world, and it seems that the path to the spirit world is connected to this place.

"I have heard that God created this space to keep Ishvan, the Mistiff, in the material world when he took him as his protector. It is said that the sun is invisible during the hours of the sun, ...... but just because it is invisible does not mean that it returns to the spirit world, and in fact, Ishvan remains here.

"It seems that you can summon and return to ......."

"What?

White turns around in surprise.

"If you already have a contract, the Lord is the way for the summoner.

Camilla, next to me, tells me. If the reason of inhibition is that there is a place more attractive to mystics than the spirit world, then it is certainly none of my business. I don't know where she is attracted to.

"I see. You already have a contract..."

"Who is the Lord!　It's temporary!　It's a provisional contract!　I don't even remember giving you my name!　I have no choice but to go along with you!"

White slapped my arm to deny it to Swig, and protested vehemently to Camilla. The people in the general store look at me warmly.

"We can come back, we don't have to worry about the time, and it won't be a problem.

The problem is the black one, but since it was originally unable to return to the spirit world, nothing has changed. However, there is a hint of a disturbing event that makes me a little uneasy.

"Are you listening to this?

I'm listening, I'm listening.

The white feels great.

"It's like it's opening, huh?"

Following Galahad's gaze, white light increases, tracing the pattern that Sweig had just drawn.

"Yes, you have arrived. The princess is drawing a pattern to unlock the door over there.

"I see, so the light is increasing in the areas that have been painted over there.

Eagle looks at the wall with interest.

Sweig called the wall a door, but to me it is a rock wall with no gaps. It is almost flat, unlike the bumpy stuff around it, so I think there is something there, but I don't recognize it as a door. Swig must have been in and out of this place several times.

When everyone is on their feet, they put the table away and move in front of the wall.

There is a horizontal line of light on the wall. The wall splits up and down in the middle and opens its mouth without making much noise.

"......"

Swig looks at me fearfully with his cantera.

"White. There's no time limit, no rush, right?"

"Mm."

I have a feeling that there is actually a limit of until dawn, but I'm not going to go through with it for now.

From there, it's normal.

"I'm sorry. Let me catch my breath. ......"

Swig is about to sit up with his hands on his knees.

"You're not well-trained, brother."

"Oh, you're very fit for a priest. It's not a good place to be.

Camilla defends Swig to a grinning Galahad. Camilla is on pinwheels, though.

She seems to be knocking down enemies as she passes by, walking quickly throughout the route, perhaps because of the momentum of the battle. She is going downhill, but she sometimes climbs up a step rather than a short slope, and her footing is rugged. It must be hard for you if your daily activities are mainly in the flat area of the temple.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. "No way!" I didn't realize that I was being too cool.

"<>"

I'll try < anyway.

"Lord, the wall!"

In the direction Cal indicated, I saw a wall similar to the one on which Suig had drawn a pattern.

"It looks like we're just about to take a break."

White comes back and gets on my shoulder. White's skills to cause abnormalities are powerful, but most of them do not go off unless touched. He stays away from me during the battle as he goes to spread his skills before he is knocked down. Walls and humans seem to be footholds.

Then we drink tea again and watch Suig draw patterns, and wait for Yuni to reach us.

"Let's take it a little slower next time."

"Thanks to the [inducement], the enemies are always coming out, so it's more trouble than it's worth to break the current pace, you know?"

"You'll be surrounded in no time!"

Camilla says with a somewhat pleasant tone, as if being surrounded is only a hassle and not a pinch.

"If it comes to it, I'll have Galahad carry you again.

Cal, with a cool face. He basically leaves the fighting to Galahad and the others, walking fast while dealing with leaking enemies, and grabbing the collar of a tangled swimming to prevent him from falling down, all with his usual spring sunshine smile. The perfect knight who brushes my hair in his spare time. Perfect as a knight, but somehow strange.

Well, I was the one who started brushing the white one first. My role along the way was to be a scaffold and a waiting place for white.

I need to get my things in order, so I started to rummage around while I was waiting. Since there is practically no storage limit, I have a lot of miscellaneous stuff stuck in the storage. I am not good at tidying up, though I have advanced too much compared to other players, and there are many things that would cause a commotion if I sell them. The items dropped this time can be sold, and I'll sort them out. I'll use the magic stone for [changing the demon] - no, I don't need the demon here.

"Hmph, are you happy to be petted on people's knees again?"

The black guy peeks out from under the collar and looks down at the white guy on his lap.

"You never come out of your bosom like that, do you?

I'm not going to let you touch me like that!

A black hand comes out with a snap.

"What are you talking about with a hairball on your ass!"

A white paw cleaves, leaving an afterimage.

I'd love for Black to brush the lower half of my body. The two animals exchange curses and punches, but I leave them alone since they seem to be holding back and enjoying the fight. He even has time to pet White and rub his fingers on Black's cheeks while the two are fighting!

"...... is not the Myspiff I know."

"Those two don't match anything I've learned about Myspheus, don't worry."

"All of the regular brown ones were pretty much exactly what I imagined, you know?"

"I think you are right that ordinary mystics are phantom creatures that avoid conflict and quarrels and live quietly, right?　I see them all the time, but they don't come close to humans. It's just that those two are crazy."

Camilla and the others call out to the astonished Suig one after another. Suig, on the other hand, turns his face from looking at White and the others to Galahad and the others as if he were a well-oiled doll and says, "I'm sorry, but I can't help it.

I've never even encountered that many mystiffs.

The group froze at Suig's words.

The result of the cloak evaluation.

Hand armor appraisal results [......mm]　

By whom?