Containment (2)
“Then it will be over soon.”
“okay.”
“Are you okay with this?”
The man wearing glasses glanced down as he said that.
Dozens of warlocks and programmers, who had been moving in perfect order until just now, were mixed together and waiting for something.
Craig nodded slowly as he looked down at the landscape with the man.
It was a fresh experience even for him, who had lived as an elder of dark magic, to have experts from two completely different fields mix and work toward one goal.
If we had met at a different place at a slightly earlier time, we might have been able to produce much better results than now.
It was meaningless now.
“Those friends eventually leave this place without knowing anything.”
“I was thinking of doing that from the beginning.”
Craig answered in a heavy voice.
“Even if you know deeply, it is knowledge that only remains as a sin.”
“Isn’t that something to talk about in front of me, who worships that sin as a god?”
“……I can’t understand fanatics. Can it be called fanaticism because you can say your own doctrine like that?”
The attitude of a man who contemplates himself while worshiping the incomprehensible existence of disaster as a religion is bizarre.
Craig’s gaze naturally moved to the small pendant around the man’s neck.
Inside the pendant, a huge dragon with a shark’s head was engraved in detail.
“well.”
The man smiled and said.
“I wonder if I can’t stop having an affair that puts aside my faith for a while just for the fun of looking at a fire moth like you.”
“………”
Craig couldn’t deny that, so instead of replying, he kept his mouth shut.
“It’s good anyway. In exchange for the data obtained through this experiment and the data on the development of the artificial realm… I myself guarantee the safety of those friends.”
okay. That’s it.
The remaining process is now the only thing he can do alone.
There is no reason to increase unnecessary sacrifices now that plans have gone awry.
It all started with Craig’s stubbornness from the beginning.
“It’s about time. We have to leave before Evelyn Marcia arrives. If you become entangled with that monster, it will interfere with the missionary work in the Balkans.”
An archer with the sharpest teeth among the hounds of the city government.
It is not an exaggeration to say that the success of the plan became completely uncertain from the moment she appeared in person on this occasion.
“It was a mistake. I never expected that a superhuman like her would get involved in this… I wonder if slush funds were a problem after all.”
“Isn’t it?”
A man who speaks casually as if it were someone else’s business.
Just as Craig was about to answer with a wry smile.
[Shouldn’t the riot be done properly and quickly?]
Someone’s voice resounded loudly throughout the cavity.
It was Zaun Ordis, the leader of the Falchion.
[I can’t last long with the children I left behind. There is a limit to dragging the time.]
“…You’re pretty, too.”
Zaun Ordis seem to value their comrades, but the existence that they regard as comrades is concentrated in a very small number.
To him, the other Falchion members are nothing more than chess pieces that he can sacrifice for money.
…. No, that wasn’t what Craig, who offered him a deal and borrowed his strength, said.
“Then I’ll step back from here.”
As soon as the man lifted up his glasses, he took out his cell phone and tapped on a text message.
I’m going to go to the middle of the day….!!
With a strange sound like twisting steel, the space on one side of the cavity opened wide, and from the inside, a completely different landscape from the cavity began to be seen.
Realizing what the phenomenon meant, Craig’s eyebrows twitched.
‘The transfer technique… to use it without any warning.’
A space-type technique that can move a large group of dozens or more in a group.
In order to use it in general, after going through elaborate processes at both the starting point and the destination, the man was doing what was barely possible through enormous chanting and consumption costs.
It would be more reasonable to say that he borrowed the power of something rather than the man himself, who had no magical power or power.
And it went without saying that that something was the power of fanaticism they believed in.
“Come on, Elder…!”
“You must come back!!”
Before entering the cracked space, Craig raised the corners of his mouth as he watched the warlocks calling him with desperate expressions.
“Don’t worry.”
When I thought it was the last time, I no longer felt the pain of lying.
