Icabold has carved out a small world.

It's more of an island...... Small enough to fit in your hands. It hung in a round dome of light, with undulating rocks and trees in between, and even tiny flowers seemed to be seen swaying in the wind. Gurgling water flows out of the only lake, skirts the island, hangs like spider silk at the edge of the world, and fades into the void as a light mist. The mist churned upwards and condensed back into a stream of water. In the faint light, there was a lot of life, and it was almost doubtful that a small person would emerge from the forest and look up at the sky...... Just as when human beings were first born, they were filled with awe and curiosity.

And at this moment, looking down on the world, are they like gods?

Naria's eyes widened, her face full of surprise and admiration. Even if she didn't have a good impression of Icabard, she had to admit that the creature of what the priest called a mundane "experiment" was really ingenious.

“...... It's fake. Ed whispered to her, "It's probably fake except for the stones and water." ”

Creating another space is quite a difficult spell, creating a space where there is a cycle of life...... More close to legend.

"Is this Vius's magical landscape?" Laval looked closer, curious, "It's the first time I've seen it. ”

Icabold nodded, "Just right." ”

Ed simply didn't know what to say. Ike?? Vius was a "non-professional" mage hundreds of years ago who spent almost all of his energy creating all sorts of miniature landscapes with magic. It is said that he was indeed trying to create a world with life...... But in reality, all he can do in the end is use magic to make what he creates "look" like life.

Even so, the magical landscaping he left behind was quite precious, especially loved by the nobles - it was not very useful, but it was beautiful!

Singhal's family had one in their collection, so Ed could recognize it at a glance...... That cost River a lot of money.

And in Icabold's mouth, this priceless treasure is only evaluated as "usable...... It seems that even after a series of heavy blows, the low-key water god temple is still rich.

"The important thing is this. Icabold touched the mask, and at his fingertips, the shimmer of light spread out layer by layer like ripples, and the lines and points of light hidden in it loomed.

Ed's heart moved.

"This ...... It's like a star map. Naria said.

Ed used to have various star charts on the floor of his room. After seeing more, she was naturally impressed.

"It's a kind of magical defense. Laval patiently explained to her, "When priests summon demons, they set up this defense within the summoning area in advance, so that the summoned monsters do not escape. ”

“...... Why are you summoning demons?" asked Naria.

She knew that Lydia had done the same, and the tragic result made her disgusted by it.

"How can we defeat our enemies if we don't know them?" replied Laval.

Naria felt that this reason was quite ...... , but she couldn't say anything disrespectful to the old priest who had always been so gentle, so she had to keep her mouth shut.

"Can we continue?" asked Icabard, expressionless.

"Of course. Laval smiled, "This spell seems to have changed?"

"Yes. Icabold replied, "I stacked this spell - a layer of defense...... One layer is the defense of the reversal. ”

“...... Can't get out and can't get in?" Ed understood, "like ......"

"It's like the world we're in. "It's like what we've been subjected to...... Protection. ”

The subtle tone of this "protective" made Laval look at him more. He had heard of Icabold more than once?? Beria's great name, but apparently, outside of the great power, this famous priest ...... seems to be more like a mage, with a little less piety and humility in his bones, and more indifference and recklessness.

He didn't believe Sean couldn't feel it...... But the Paladin Master turns a blind eye to this, and Ed seems to be used to it.

"We can certainly open a gateway to another world," the priest's voice reverted to indifference, "but not without limits. The stronger your own strength, the stronger the obstacles you will encounter. We can think of it as ...... In order to maintain some kind of balance. If a being is strong enough to destroy the world, it simply cannot enter. However, the power to sustain this defense is not eternal. ”

Laval nodded in agreement: "A cautious priest knows when to send the demon he summons back to hell...... Or strengthen your defenses at the right time. ”

"This defense is like a net...... Or like the intertwined currents of water on this land. Icabard's hands were enveloped in the light mask, and the dimming of the light allowed them to see the "net" more clearly, and some bright points of light connected it, like jewels between the hairnets.

"The flow of water is endless," he said, "but it also has its origins. The towering snow-capped mountains in the north, the sea that surrounds the world, the never-ending Lake Merro in the Minni Desert – but once the water source is gone......"

With a slight movement of his fingers, a few points of light vanished after a split second, and the nets that connected them disappeared with them.

"You mean this ......"

Ed looked at the egg - honestly he didn't think it was that powerful.

"Is it one of the 'water sources'?"

"Water source, or cornerstone. Icabold lowered his hands and watched the light mask that was gradually recovering, but flickering and flickering, "or 'God's Bone...... It's just a title. ”

Ed was silent for a moment. He felt that it sounded very similar to the guess of the battlemage of Beranti, but it was different from what he couldn't say at the moment.

"So......" Laval muttered, "Scott's ......"

Naria quietly poked Ed in the waist, causing him to tremble.

"Sean......" she asked him in a very low voice, "are you asleep?"

Ed turned to look at Sean. The old man, who had been sitting there, hung his head motionless, his eyes seemed to be closed.

- How could he have fallen asleep at such a time?

The heart jerked up. Ed couldn't hear what Laval was saying, and he couldn't be rude enough to lean over and touch Sean's hand on the table.

But Icabold was quicker than him.

"Sean?? Frecher!" he cried, his voice sharp to the ear.

He grabbed Sean by the shoulder...... The Paladin's Leader, who once seemed to be forever solid enough for everyone to rely on, fell lifelessly to the side under their horrified gaze.

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