1132 59, The Results of the General Bishop Jean Jackmond

The next day, we all visit the Magic Institute. The first door came through because there was a Mrs. Director. But that's where they waited. They need to wait until your uncle gets here. You said you were working yesterday as well as staying in? He's not home, is he?

"Ma'am, welcome aboard. And, boss, it's been a while."

"Morning. What about my husband?

"This way."

Segno, did you become your uncle's concubine? I didn't know I was going to let my concubine work here... I don't know if she loves me or if she's using me badly.

It was underground that was guided. Going down the slightly longer hallway, I saw a door that looked harsh. Unlock and open with the magic of Segno.

"Oh Marguerite. It's rare to show your face here, a, Isabelle..."

"Long time no see, brother. Sometimes you should go home.

As soon as your uncle saw your mother, he dropped the cup he had in his hand. How freaked out are you?

"Sit still..."

Segno distributes tea to us sitting on the couch. And the circumstances are explained by my mother.

"I see... the poison of a real banning technique, the Death and Dirt God. Of course, it's not stingy to cooperate. Use it as you please. I just wanted to say that I have to pay close attention to Isabelle, Mr. Curse. It would be useless.

"Thank you, uncle! Then I'd like to go to the General Bishop as soon as possible.

"Fine. Segno, show him around.

"Yes, boss, this way."

"I'm coming, too, right?

You're aggressive with your mother.

"I'll be waiting for you.

Alec is cautious and grateful.

"Puypuy."

Ko is coming, isn't he? Wrapped it around my neck. Thank you. Cromi is very dear, by the way.

"Then I'll go home. You come home every once in a while, too, huh?

"Ah, oh. It's good to see your face. See you later."

What's going on with your uncles' couple?

Even down the stairs. Segno uses a light source because it is dark without lights.

There are two doors that have passed. And I came before the third door.

"That's it for me. Ahead of this, the aisle is also full of poison. Proceed with caution."

"Ok. What about your mother?

"Of course I'm coming.

"Puypuy."

Ko's going, too.

"Take care, then. This door will be closed, so knock hard when you return."

Segno opened the door, so I left it detoxified in front of me for now.

"Light Source"

I don't mind using "dark vision", but sometimes it consumes wasted magic.

Wow... the air is cloudy in loess. That's creepy...

"Is your mother okay?

"Yeah. I usually have wind walls, so it's no problem.

I like that. Let's make it a wind wall, too. Automatic defense is a waste of time.

As I went down the narrow stairs, I heard a gradual disgusting groan.

Eventually I saw a worn door. In here.

"Gold Fuck."

I don't even want to touch the dirty door. Make an uncomfortable noise and open it in the back. That's creepy to the sound.

Whoa, there he is. Wow... don't be nauseous just watching...

Can I even call it a fresh zombie, I know that my skin is worn out like a dead tree, and I have a face and limbs somehow. Yet my eyes peel out. Oh, because you don't already have an eye lid? You have a mouth, but no teeth and tongue, no lips. So I don't really understand the groaning. Makes me feel creepy. He stands in a hot tub about triplets in a back rounded old man position. I see, purple pink liquid accumulated all the way up to the waist is the death threat.

For now, "Wind Slash"

I tried to snap Jean's neck.

neck that fell into a Poison Pond with Bochan. Falling body.

"I wonder what will happen now?

"You were talking about not dying.

"Puypuy."

Approximately thirty seconds later. Jean stood up with her normal creepy body. Of course the head is back to normal. Is the difference about the fact that the groan has grown louder? Looks more painful.

"Aurora"

Wow, my mother is impotent. I can't believe you used fire magic in a Chamber of Secrets. Jean who burns down occasionally. The temperature in the room has gone up all at once, and the poison has vaporized somewhat?

Still thirty seconds later. He came up out of the poison swamp looking the way he was.

"You're going to melt to the wall if you use a higher temperature fire than that.

"Right. Again, the elf ban isn't half as good as the side effects.

Each person started a flaming fire in such a chamber in an instant. Current temperatures are likely to be about two or three hundred degrees. If you open the door, there's no backdraft going on, is there?

Well, this will do for today. The question is how to take this poison home...

"Waterfuck."

Yeah, I can manipulate it just like water and booze somehow. Although the magic consumption is different digits.

"Ice Wall"

I make a vessel out of ice and put it in there...... can't I? It melted as soon as I touched it. How about an empty bottle of potion? Ugh, not at all. How the hell were the church guys getting the poison?

It's a bit of a waste, but if you make a vessel out of a misrill...... whoa, that's okay. But I'm not going to keep it for long...

"Mother, is there any good way?

"You don't have to put anything in it, do you? For example…"

"Wind Wall"

Oh, I see. Will it not dissolve or leak if it is wrapped in a mass of air? It's just a wind wall with a lot of magic in it.

"Or dilute it moderately. Looks too strong as the stock solution is. It looks like the Order used to paint the weapon, but the weapon will decay as it is. Seems different if it's Murasaki Metallic.

"I see.

A hundred times diluted to try...

Yeah, it can be accommodated in ice vessels, too.

Eventually, it was decided to store the poison wrapped in the wind wall in a vessel of misrils. It's a dangerous poison. Mother wrapped what was surrounded by wind walls with ice walls and put them in an iron-like box.

"What's that box?

"Demonic props. I got boxy to make it for me. A box that never leaks what you put inside to the outside." Furo-Kinko ".

That's right, Mother. Thoughts are flexible after all. You told me you didn't have to put anything in it...

Then you don't have to solve it by magic alone. But hey...... all the magic props are one off. You've got to think of an idea over here and order, so you're stuck with your feet a long way off. And you're Mr. Boxy. I miss it. Can a magician even make such magic props?

Well, shall we leave at this? It wasn't full of magic from the beginning. You're gonna suck if you stay too long.