"He's probably not a ghost anymore. "At least not ordinary ghosts." We summoned him five times, and he appeared in three different forms—three different demon forms. ”

The excitement of the tone, the tone that was trying to level out could not be suppressed at all.

"Are you sure it's really him?" Ed asked dutifully, but there was not much doubt in his mind. It was Romuen West, and it wasn't surprising that he did anything.

The questioning mage looked insulted: "Even when I was an apprentice, I never made any mistakes in my summoning. What's more, as long as you can understand with him a few words, it can only be him!"

“...... All right. Ed replied weakly.

"You summoned him five times, and then you couldn't summon him again. Nigel said in a light tone, "That's right, right?"

Even Ed could hear the sarcasm, after all, Ogro had just said that "nothing has ever gone wrong with my summoning". But the mage himself was unaware, and only cared about the light of his eyes, and enthusiastically proclaimed the magic of the mad mage: "It is not a matter of summoning, but that even if we get his real name, he will be able to break free from the shackles of his real name after he begins to get impatient! Or maybe he has cut off the traction of the circle...... Either way, no one has ever done it!"

Maybe there's another one - Manissa.

Ed thought silently, and then found another point: "You guys, did you forcibly summon him?"

"Of course," Ogro looked a little strange, "or else?"

"Isn't there another way?" asked Ed tentatively, "the gentler one......

"You mean, 'invite'. Ogro's eyes flashed, "Yes, we know, but in such a summoning technique, the summoner must take the initiative as much as possible, especially for someone like Romuan West, who is difficult to control...... 'invitation' is equivalent to putting the initiative in the hands of the summoned, which is extremely inefficient and risky."

Ed had nothing to say, even respect.

He also thought that with Ogro's almost fanatical adoration of the mad mage, he would have more respect for him...... But, no, worship is worship, and he didn't let his guard down in the slightest, ruthlessly guarding his boundaries, always putting his own interests and safety first - no wonder he was so young to be the leader of the battlemages.

"Moreover, this type of summoning technique was originally created by West, and if it is used on his head, God knows what the result will be. ”

Ogro added this, but showed a little weakness.

"'It's very inefficient, and it's more risky,'" Nigel repeats slowly, "'God knows what the results will be.'" ”

Before Ed could react, Ogro was already annoyed: "Yes, I know that there are both summoning arrays here, and I want to use the 'gentler one' - because even if we 'invite' him instead, West will never respond again, but if the priest of Anduch sends an invitation here, he will definitely be tempted to come here! He has so many secrets on him...... He holds so many secrets, so many lost spells, don't you want to know? Even the words he has left are treasures that cannot be excavated!"

Ed cowered unconsciously. If the mage knew that he had entered the mad mage's rabbit nest, he would have sealed it up with only an iron ring and a priest...... He's probably going crazy too.

It was a dangerous place, but at this moment even he felt that it was a bit of a ruin not to explore it. Still, Nia knows the place......

Nia also played chess with Romuen himself, the soul.

The thought of Nia gave him a headache, and Ogro was still gushing, trying to convince Nigel.

"You have kept your secrets well. He said, "But even so, we've all heard how powerful the summoning circle of the Anduhe Temple is! you can lure him here, and your protection is tighter, and now, we have this!"

He pointed to the ground, where Ed's circle lay quietly and innocently.

"Isn't it even intangible? There's nothing more fitting than this!After all, West himself is just a disembodied soul...... Also, I'm not going to ask to summon him right now, of course we'll have to be careful, but at least we can summon something first......"

"What the hell do you want to know from him?"

Nigel used a question to silence the mage for a moment.

The rapidly freezing enthusiasm made Ogro's face look extraordinarily stiff. Soon, he regained his composure, but he also lost his life.

"When you see him, you understand," he said, "that matters never what we want to know from him, but what we can know from him." ”

Nigel was not perfunctory by this statement.

"It seems to you," he said, "that we have probably become like you, and that we are not qualified to judge you, or, with all due respect, there is a fundamental difference between us—the difference in the nature of the ends. ”

Ogro was silent for a moment, then laughed.

He almost never smiled, but when he did, he was horrified, gloomy and cold.

"Essence. He said, "What can I say? If you're going to think about that, we'd better first figure out what the 'essence' is—if I'm going to sacrifice the lives of millions of people to save the world, is the 'essence' of that purpose good or evil?"

When the last echo between the four walls disappeared completely, the secret chamber deep underground sank into a deathly silence. Ed was so cold that he couldn't open his lips as if they were frozen—he could hear how real the "if" was.

"That's ......," he said with difficulty.

"'Evil'?" said Ogro on his behalf, "but what if that is the only way?"

"No one, with such power......"

"No, no. Ogro was unmoved, "but we can have that ability...... There is such preparation. When all efforts fail, when we have no choice but to have a little chance left, would you rather let everyone perish together than do what you do evil? That's ...... Really evil, right?"

Ed couldn't answer.

A sharp chirp sounded in his ears, as if he subconsciously refused to listen, and even more refused to admit that Ogro's words were not unreasonably cold and selfish.

Nigel didn't say anything, and the mage didn't insist any more, but before leaving, he left one last word, as if with sarcasm, and as if with pity—

"Do you think I'm the only one seeking this method?"