Scott took a few steps and grabbed the elf by the back collar - he fell face down like this, and the sword in his hand would not have slashed his stomach.

The skin touched by his fingers was cold and damp, and Scott couldn't help but frown.

"Sesyana!" Narya pounced, flustered, testing the elf's breath.

Sesyana was still alive, but extremely weak, but at the moment Scott could only tear one from his shirt and hastily prick it into his leg to stop the bleeding for the time being.

“...... What are you doing?" Naria glared at him irritably and irritatedly, "Did I remember misremembered or did you change careers again? You were still a priest the last time we met, right?!"

The girl didn't seem to like him all along......

Scott smiled wryly, "I am indeed a priest...... But there's something strange about this place, and the spells you cast may not be what you want at all. ”

If it weren't for that, he wouldn't be stuck here now.

"But you can use the fire well!" Narya's tone was still impulsive, and she didn't mean to thank him for saving them.

"That's different. Scott casually perfunctory.

He didn't want to explain too much...... Anyway, Narya probably didn't understand.

"What's the difference?" Narya glared at him, shoved the torch to the little girl who ran after her, carefully undressed the elf, examining the other wounds, and still in her mouth dissatisfied, "Do you want to say that is your natural ability? You're not a fire-breathing dragon!"

Scott smiled faintly and said nothing.

The sound of rustling footsteps slowly surrounded me again. Wandering without giving up. Nalya looked around uneasily, the faint white shadows still sending chills through her heart.

The girl next to her trembled closer to her and reached out to grab her clothes.

The girl's name is Ivy. Seemingly not yet an adult, it was the little maid who had been caught in the hallway by Sesyana, who had fallen here before Naria and the others - and luckily had fallen right in front of Scott.

"That mad woman, even her own maid was thrown down...... You didn't tell us anything!" Naria put her arms around Ivy's thin shoulders in distress and comforted her softly, "Don't be afraid. ”

Ivy argued in a thin voice, "No, it's none of Madame's business. I fell on my own. I didn't listen to her, stayed in my room obediently, and then went the wrong way again......"

Naria sighed. Shook his head.

"Shouldn't we find a safer place?" she said, standing up and dragging Lynd closer, looking helplessly at the two elves who had fallen to the ground. When she bumped into Scott in the passageway, she thought that today's bad luck had finally turned upside down...... Unfortunately, a priest who can't cast spells other than set fire to them is just a stronger warrior. And he obviously couldn't get out of here.

"It's the same everywhere. Scott shone the torch around. Where the fire hit, the monsters retreated in panic, but as soon as the light waned, they quickly gathered around them.

"Can't you burn them all?" Nalya winced, frowning in disgust.

"Can't...... If you don't close that door, these things will only grow. Neither fire nor sword can only send them back to their own world. Nothing can wipe them out in this world. Scott was also a little agitated. He's already spent too much time here......

"Door?" asked Narya, puzzled, "what door, and where did these monsters come from?"

“...... Hell. Scott replied in a low voice.

Naria's hand shook, and she couldn't say a word for a long time. Suddenly I suspect that I am just in a deep nightmare, once I wake up. You can see the low ceiling in the cabin of the Mouthy Jayne.

She did have a little bit of an adventure of her own...... But can you give her a simpler and easier option first!.

After a few moments, Scott began to regret telling the truth. The girl from the Carvo family threw her fear behind her in the blink of an eye, and she asked countless questions, most of which he didn't want to ...... or unable to answer.

"Why is there a door to hell here?"

"Why are you here?"

"Do you know that crazy woman? What the hell is she trying to do?"

"What will she do to Rosa?"

......

"I don't know, okay?" Scott sighed helplessly, "I don't know that woman at all...... I thought it was Lydia hiding here. But apparently, Lydia is not the only beautiful and powerful female mage. ”

He was too careless...... Knowing that the owner of this place was not Lydia, he might have been more cautious. He was thrown into this hellish place in a fit of rage and almost wanted to destroy it completely, until the little monsters that had escaped from hell aroused his curiosity - until he found the two huge black doors.

No matter how unbelievable it may be, the aura emanating from the Black Gate is unmistakable. He had faced the same darkness...... Darkness from hell.

Someone has created a gate to hell deep underground. Even if it's not done yet, it's enough for the little demons who aren't very powerful to rush into this world with ecstasy.

He was secretly frightened, but the weakened power was not enough to destroy the Black Gate, not to mention that the two doors would constantly change positions, so he had to search around the ground again and again.

And the little girl who fell off his head, and Naria and her companion who suddenly appeared...... It's an unexpected trouble.

"Oh, but she knows Lydia. Naria said casually.

Scott was slightly stunned: "What did you say?"

"Madame Raven knows Lydia. "I saw Lydia's letter to her...... Or something, she admits that she 'exchanged some spells' with Lydia. She also said that Lydia was 'smart but not gifted'...... Oh, and she knows Inglis-Neff. The old mage who lived in the Valley of Yuanzhi and helped Is. ”

The more Scott listened, the more surprised he became, but what surprised him the most was Naria's last words-

"I summoned Is...... I don't know when he'll come......"

"Summoning Is?" he asked, with a glimmer of hope. "How?"

Most of the magic in this place will fail, hopefully......

Naria brushed her hair away and pointed to the silver bird pin on her chest: "With this, he said that if he called his name when he was in danger, he would come." ”

Scott's heart sank.

He knew that—that thing was actually a messenger, and it wasn't meant to be an instant messenger for the person who was summoned, for the mage who created it. That's not a problem...... It is unique in that it cannot be detected by any spells, and is only treated as a normal charm. And its power can pass through any barrier, even different dimensions.

Isis will undoubtedly receive the news and will come here as soon as possible...... The strength of a dragon is strong, but it is not enough to deal with the crows. Not to mention the lack of patience and experience of Is. A guy who is so arrogant that he owes a beating just because "I'm a dragon"!

For a moment, Scott almost wanted to use teleportation to get back to the ground right away—and then he remembered that teleportation wasn't useful here. The last time he used teleportation, he summoned a frog jumping all over the ground...... The poor little thing had probably disappeared into the belly of some demon by now.

Feeling more and more agitated, Scott turned around and burned the lowly monsters around him with a blaze of fire that had nothing but an insatiable greed for food.

"That's a lot!" said Naria with satisfaction.

If she knew how those monsters were born...... Perhaps there will never be such a simple joy again.

Scott was so distraught that he even thought of destroying the place altogether. His flames were enough to melt the rocks, but Narya couldn't admit the heat.

He stared into the darkness beyond the firelight—if he could burn a passage out of the rock, like he did when entering a cavern at the bottom of a glacial lake...... But Iss may find out......

Naria's thoughts were interrupted by a small exclamation.

"Door!" the girl pointed behind him, the expression on her face indetermining, whether she was more excited or more afraid.

Scott turned to stare at the black door that had suddenly appeared.

This was the fourth time he had seen it...... But I still can't figure out what to do with it.

"Will it open?" asked Naria softly, still unrealistic. There was finally a hint of fear in his tone.

Those two doors were taller than the gates of the Dwarven Kingdom she had seen in the Silver Tooth Pits, on a dark surface. Occasionally, a reddish glow flowed through the winding lines, revealing a pattern that vaguely resembled two dragons with opposing wings, but one of them was still mostly unfinished.

“...... Why are dragons carved into the gates of hell?" Naria asked dissatisfied, immediately forgetting the previous question.

"That doesn't make much sense......," Scott replied absentmindedly, "it's not even a real door." ”

"Didn't you say those monsters came out of the door?" Narya stood, curiously and cautiously approaching the massive door that seemed to be carved into the rock.

"As I said, it's not really a door. Scott began to get impatient. If it weren't for the fact that this girl hastily summoned Is......

- This is Alan Carvo's daughter.

He had to remind himself again to suppress the anger that welled up in his heart.

He looked at the black door, and the light flowing in the lines seemed to be faster, and the pattern on the door seemed more complete...... Maybe it was just a delusion on his part.

But whoever created it, the door and the power that constantly seeped out of it seemed to have escaped the control of its creator - it even affected the underground passages and the entire castle.

When he confronted Lady Raven, he realized that the mage had no control over the castle's constant changes, and that it caused her no less trouble than it caused him. He only understood when he faced the Black Gate...... It's growing.

Absorbing the magic that existed here, and perhaps the magic that Madame Raven used on the castle to try to keep everything intact, even the magic used to control it...... It upsets the balance of the place and grows in chaos.

It may seem strange to use the word "growth" to describe a door, but Scott couldn't find a more appropriate word. It gave him the feeling that he already had a life of his own, even a consciousness of his own......

In the blink of an eye, the Black Gate was gone.

Scott sighed. He wished it was still here...... In any case, the crow had at least succeeded in keeping it and the little monsters that had escaped from it within the confines of the castle's beneath the castle. He hadn't been able to figure out what the hell she wanted to do with the door, but if she knew Lydia......

But even a necromancer would be crazy to open the gates of hell.

(To be continued......)