The word 'Odense' also has a special meaning in the famous fairytale kingdom.

Its etymology comes from Norse mythology, and the word also means 'the temple of the great god Odin'.

Now, in the uninhabited suburbs not far from this particular location, two 'monsters' are about to engage in an academic 'discussion' about resorting to magic.

Since there is a 'common topic' that no one can convince, we have to use a more primitive method.

But it would be more accurate to say ......

Whether it's Zela or Orels, they all want to test the other party's capital to talk so much.

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“…… It doesn't matter if I am a witness or something, but let me ask again, are you sure you want to be serious? ”

Looking at the two parties who were strolling around the court, completely devoid of the breath before the start of the battle, Sylvia scratched her head and made a final inquiry.

'Zela' is a saint who can't figure out the details, but can be measured by his own minimum.

'Aurels' is a quasi-demon god who stands at the top of the pyramid of the demon path and can even fight against the world-level forces.

What would happen to the latter was not in Sylvia's range of concerns, as the maid beside the man, she had plenty of confidence in the master she served.

It's just that these two guys who barely stay in the human realm say that they want to improvise 'learn from each other', and they should think about the people who will help them clean up the mess later.

"How to put it, this time it's a combination of various reasons."

With a wry smile, Aurels shrugged helplessly.

Involving the Demon God and the existence of the name Eutinus, it doesn't feel like a question that can be answered through a calm exchange.

And what Zela just said, about the key to 'defeating Otinus', also makes people care a lot.

To what extent she knew about herself, about Eutinus, and about the Demon God, these were all questions.

So this invitation, he couldn't think of a reason to refuse.

"Hmm...... As far as I'm concerned, it's more troublesome if I'm not serious, right? ”

Holding her arms, Zela gave an overconfidence-sounding answer.

Of course, there was no element of pride or contempt in her tone, it was purely said as a demand.

After all, it is an important reference for peeking into the realm of the demon god, and if Orells releases water, it will not have the corresponding effect.

"I see, though I'd love to draw your attention to the 'scale'...... Never mind. ”

Hearing these two replies, Sylvia did not make any unnecessary reluctance, and retreated not far behind Aurels.

To be honest, she also has a lot of curiosity about Zela's strength.

Valkyrie, saint, magician, every identity that this girl has ever appeared in seems to be not to the level of a general.

It's really a continuation of the mysticism that magicians often use.

Sylvia thought bluntly.

All right.

What 'secrets' are you still hiding, let this guy reveal them slowly.

She was sure that Orels, who had already stepped into the realm of gods with half a foot in magic, would definitely be able to find out the details of the other party in this battle.

This trust, even if she knew that Zela was still 'part-time' Archangel, it was estimated that it would not change.

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The wind of depression and antiquity stirred the shortness in front of the left eye of the calm youth.

Aurels habitually folded his hands behind his back and stood calmly.

The man, known as the quasi-demon god, looked very calm, as if he was preparing time for Zela.

And he was still dressed casually, with no changes and no weapons to use.

In the case of Aurels, he himself represents an unrivaled 'weapon'.

There is no need for lengthy mantras, and there is no need for pompous performances.

As long as it is true that the enemy has been 'brought down', this result is sufficient.

Correspondingly.

On the other side of the confrontation with Orels, Zela was also looking at her opponent at the moment.

“……”

She was silent for a moment, then calmly made her judgment.

There is no 'flawlessness' as in those stories, which is unique to the so-called strong.

At least in Zela's eyes, the young man in casual clothes in front of him was just standing there defenselessly.

However, there is an indescribable sense of strangeness, a sense of existence that cannot be ignored.

Zela narrowed her eyes.

Aurels chuckled softly.

"Maybe it's a little late to say that."

He pointed to himself.

"I'm an incomplete product that was supposed to be a demon god, but I gave up halfway through."

"So even though my overall strength is not comparable to that of the real Demon God, it's okay for me to exercise some 'privileges' like this."

In the short words, it is not difficult to hear the hint of self-deprecation that Orells confided.

Even if he doesn't say it, the last point is actually clear.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have made any special contact with this quasi-demon god.

Now what needs to be considered is whether the 'privileges' he has contain what he needs.

After handing over the task to her little angel, Zela stretched out her slender right hand from her robe.

Aurels watched curiously at the gradual changes that lay ahead, clearly sensing something.

Around Zela's side, the magic of the wind, or rather the direction of the flow, began to change.

There is no need for petty temptations.

Clenching the graceful longbow that had reappeared, Zela was sure.

After studying magic in this world for so long, and her own experience, she can only know a lot more.

But in front of Aurels, a quasi-demon god with a lot of 'original' level knowledge, there are many things that don't need to be taken out to make an ugly sacrifice.

Compared to those, it's really the 'magic' from another world that is more on the table, right?

Using his magic to gather the arrows of the Hurricane Knight, Zela aimed them at Orels, who was still inactive.

He seemed to be muttering something alone with surprise.

“…… Is this your 'trump card'? ”

The question of the quasi-demon god was clearly transmitted in the wind.

"It's not."

Zela replied in a straightforward voice that was not pretentious.

Then, without letting Orrels wait any longer, she let go of the hand that was holding the tail of the arrow.

- Whoa!!

With a sonic boom that crossed the limit, the Skyrim Rider was already closing in on Orels in an instant.

The swirling wind pressure stirred up the magic in the atmosphere, and the young magician's shirt and head were constantly moving backwards.

In the face of this attack that divided the earth and threatened his life, Orels's expression was still slightly gloomy as usual.

He just stood steadily, smiling.

And then.

Before the Arrow of the String is about to reach the end.

There.

Nearby of Orels.

There is something 'invisible', 'inexplicable', and 'incomprehensible' that has emerged.