"I would say, even if those two doors could be opened...... Do you remember that we were at the top of the tower?" said Borena in the darkness, uncertainly.

Even after coming back from the dead, the king of Anktann still seems to have little faith in "magic".

Rosa didn't know much about magic either. But in the minds of the Stonebugs, the Triple Tower has always been a testament to the power of living magic, and no matter how bizarre things happen here, she can accept them.

"I suppose the spell is probably on the back of the chair......" she ignored Borenna's doubts, and fumbled with the cold stone back of the chair - would His Majesty really feel comfortable sitting on such a chair? The raised carvings were hard to the touch, and some of the corners were almost sharp, and it was hard to imagine what it would be like to lean against them.

Southerners have never liked to make chairs out of stone, after all, humans are not dwarves, and if there is wood that is easier to carve and shape, who would go to great lengths to carve and carve stone?

Only the stubborn and arrogant king who lost his mind would have carved four dragons facing different directions on the four feet of the throne.

Although she had only had time to take a look, Rosa vaguely remembered that the back of the chair seemed to be carved with two doors...... She groped around every nook and cranny, unsure of what she was trying to find...... A spell to open the door in one line can't seem so obvious......

"There is no inscription on it...... If that's what you're looking for. Sethyana whispered.

Rosa stopped, finally realizing. Although she doesn't want to admit it, she has been on the ...... all the time Or in fear. She even forgot that elves could see in the dark, which was much more useful than her fumbling around.

"I've heard that even elves can't see everything in complete darkness. She casually hid her frustration.

"No, you can't. Sethyana replied honestly. "The handwriting on the paper, the patterns of dyed wool weaving...... Those are invisible. In the darkness we can only see black and white, and we can see the raised outlines and edges of objects. So all I can tell you is that there is no engraving on the back of the chair...... But if the notch is too shallow, or if it is written, I can't see it. ”

Rosa sighed slightly, her fingers still unconsciously groping for the not-so-smooth edge of the armrest: "This must be the throne of Casagrande I...... If only I could remember more of his legend, maybe there would be some clues......"

Novi might know...... But Novi is not here. And the elves in general have no interest in the history of mankind at all.

"That...... Friends. Borenna's still-hoarse voice rang out closer. "I know I don't know as much about the three-storied pagoda as you do, but if I remember correctly, it was a king who built it. And it's a mage who makes it magical...... If you're looking for a spell that opens the door, maybe you can find it in the biography of the mage?"

“...... But in fact, the mage didn't even have a name. Rosa smiled wryly, "At least that's what I heard." ”

"Okay......" Borena sighed. "That Casagrande I. Does he have any famous sayings? After all, spells or something like that......"

"......'Only rocks are immortal.' "That's what I remember." ”

This sentence made Ston Butch and the Triple Tower, but it destroyed himself.

In the darkness they all held their breath - but no miracles happened.

“...... Can you repeat that elven friend in your language?" asked Borena.

Not long after entering the three-storied pagoda, Sesyana removed his masked scarf. The king from the north didn't show much surprise that he was an elf, but only looked at him and Rosa with a thoughtful look, and then shook his head incredulously. It's like remembering something.

A whisper of elves rang out, and Sethyana repeated it.

But neither Elven nor Borena's dwarven language is of much use.

"Ancient Elves, perhaps...... Or dragons?" after a moment of silence. Rosa guessed, "Mages like things that no one understands about mysteries. ”

Sethyana spat out an elfish-like, but more concise sentence that sounded like a mage's spell...... But it still didn't work.

"It's the Old Elf language...... One of them," Sesyana explained slightly frustrated, "I don't know anything else, and I don't know dragon language. ”

"If that dragon is here, we probably don't need anything. Borena let out a long sigh, not only remembering the grumpy and awkward ice dragon.

"Not even a single dragon can destroy the three-storied pagoda. Rosa blurted out, a little laughing and crying to find that she was still a little proud of it.

After a few moments, Borena spoke again, but there seemed to be a glimmer of hope in his voice.

“...... Maybe it's a riddle?" he said, "'Only rocks are immortal,' and 'three-storied towers cannot be destroyed.'......" All of this was probably a joke to the nameless mage, wasn't it? So- what could destroy the Triple Tower?"

“...... Magic?" Rosa said uncertainly, "After all, it was magic that created the current Triple Tower, and probably only magic can destroy it?"

"......'Only magic is immortal?'" Borena said tentatively in a slightly exaggerated tone.

They take turns repeating every possibility they can think of in different languages. Only magic is immortal, only flowing water is immortal, only gods are immortal, only time is immortal......

None of the sentences are useful.

When they couldn't think of anything else, in the darkness for a long time, exhaustion and despair gradually swallowed up hope and unwillingness.

“...... it," Borena muttered, "there's nothing immortal at all!"

Rosa's heart moved slightly.

She seemed to have heard similar sentences...... Same, but different.

"Only ...... Nothingness...... Immortal?" she said hesitantly.

A few years ago, she was hired on a mission with a few adventurers, and one of them was a mage who didn't talk much, but was not difficult to get along with, and if you wanted him to explain, he would only smile mysteriously at you.

According to other adventurers, mages just like to use sentences that no one understands to make themselves appear more incomprehensible, but it doesn't really make sense...... Rosa had never taken it to heart, and she couldn't even remember the mage's name.

But now that I think about it, it seems like a "possibility".

Borena was silent, probably tired of such fruitless attempts, but Cethiana faithfully repeated them in Elven and Old Elven languages.

Rosa prefers ancient elven language to the overly tactful, singing-like elven language, which has a unique pride and fierceness, like the twin swords of Cethiana's unsheathed swords......

“...... The gods are above......" Borena's voice of amazement and excitement, along with the glimmer of light that suddenly flashed in the darkness, pulled back Rosa's thoughts that she had suddenly flown somewhere.

On the wall facing the throne, some kind of grayish silver light flowed through the shallow nicks, and the two lines were blurred, and the silent knights flashed by, and the huge stone door opened silently.

Outside the door, there was only a white light, and there was nothing to see, not even a trace of the strong wind that you would feel on the tower.

“...... I hope there is no 'nothingness' outside the door. Borena, who was closest to the door, spoke without worry, but was the first to walk out the door in impatience.

Probably even nothingness is better than waiting for death without hope.

At first, there was only a darkness that could not be dissolved, and Borena wondered if he had been fooled by magic again and returned to the three-storied tower...... He should have known that magic wasn't a good thing.

Before Borena could curse, a sharp pain passed through his chest.

He blinked in surprise and looked down at the arrow in his chest - yes, he could see it, and though the light was dim and the night was falling, the soft moonlight was enough for him to see the clearing in front of him, and several soldiers who had appeared out of nowhere, also full of surprise, and the badge of the Boford family's crossed twin swords and pomegranates was clearly visible on the reddened overcoat outside the armor. Not far away, a majestic castle sleeps in the moonlight...... That's, of course, Rockburg.

Borena looked back at the towering three-storied tower behind him, and he forgot that it was located in the royal palace of Rutgar.

"Who are you?!" someone asked loudly.

――Isn't this a question that should be asked before shooting a fatal arrow at someone?

Borena smiled wryly, not knowing whether to thank the gods or curse them.

He couldn't speak, just fell to the ground involuntarily. Someone behind him held him up in time, and Rosa's usually soft and melodious voice was unusually sharp: "Stop! This is Borena Dejury, His Majesty the King of Rutgar!"

Is it wise to say who he is at such a time?—Borena struggled to grasp the drifting consciousness. If he dies here, Rosa and the elves who witnessed all this will probably be more than lucky...... No, with the skills of the elf, without his drag, he might be able to escape......

But what was it all for? a coincidence or a premeditation? He was rescued and shot through the chest so that someone could prove that the king of Anktann had indeed been imprisoned in the three-storied tower and died at the hands of the soldiers of Rutgar?

Is it necessary to make things so complicated? The person hiding behind the curtain must be a very tangled guy......

When he was on the verge of death again, Borena still had helpless and inopportune complaints in his heart.

(To be continued......)