The urging of the lady in the lake has been intermittent for a week.

She was delaying the opening of the Celestial Sphere Convergence Rift, and Lan En had no intention of delaying it after waiting until he had wanted to get his hands on the equipment he had wanted to get his hands on.

Popai was already familiar with the route from Goth Willen to Vigema, and in order to rush a little, Lane also boarded the river ferry halfway through.

He had planned to walk purely on horseback this time, and he could take it as a relaxation on the way.

But the space expansion spell that dragged on for two days still made him catch up with the time.

Rann had disembarked before entering the dock in the waters of Vigema. He told Foltest to stay away from the maelstrom of political confrontation.

Although judging from the news received in the past few days, Foltest has almost cleaned up the remnants of Stesa's strength.

But Lane still thinks it's better to be a man who keeps his promises if it's not necessary.

Popai was entrusted by Lan En to the owner of the Dark Water Inn, and when Lan En left, he left ten uncut Oren coins as food expenses.

Belengar doesn't know how long it will take to Erethusa, and it is estimated that he will not come out until the device is finalized.

Therefore, there is one less person in the village who can help him take care of the war horses.

"Rest assured, sir. I promise that this horse will eat better than I can, and I won't let it do heavy work, just exercise properly. I'd rather let me lose my weight than let it be wronged! ”

The innkeeper was already familiar with the witcher and his friends.

After all, the room Margarita booked at the beginning, even now the rent has not been used up.

So he simply put the blackened and oily towel on his shoulder, solemnly assuring.

"Thanks, man."

——

When Lann arrived at the dock in the small village, the local fishermen were eagerly awaiting him to get his boat away.

Because the fishermen who have already experienced it twice know very well that the cat-eyed man in front of him will not come back for a month if he leaves the boat.

This time can be regarded as lost, and the man himself knows it, so when he leaves the boat, he will basically pay for it directly, rather than renting it.

If you think that your boat is a little old and a little old, and you want to change to a fast and stable fishing boat, then the money that this man took out can be regarded as timely rain.

It was the same today, the man just wanted to get out quickly, and he didn't even bargain much at the checkout.

This was even more generous than the previous two times, and the fishermen talked about it, and they all thought that the beautiful man had found a good way to make a living.

As Rann landed on Black Tern Island, he saw the messenger of the Lady of the Lake, and a Nymph was waiting for him.

"You're a little late this time."

She complained, and together with Lanne, who had jumped out of the boat, she towed the fishing boat to the shore and the beach.

Her aqua green body was untouched, and some parts of her body bounced under the violent movements.

It was easy for Lan En to know why, in those rumors of accidents among the villages, even though the farmers had extraordinary resistance to the inhuman race, there were still many strong men who were literally eaten and wiped clean by the Nymphs and the Mizusawa fairies.

Men always have the illusion that they can pick up the bargain.

"Huh~ Madam let me wait for you here, come with me."

Lan En was a little curious about what the messenger of the lady usually did.

After all, the last time she came, Miss Nymph didn't show up, and even greeted Lan En by herself.

If this were placed in the human court, most of the slacker maids would be punished.

"Beneath the surface of the lake, the half-fishman home has been almost destroyed by the group of deep divers."

Miss Nymph, who was leading the way in front according to etiquette, stroked her waist-length green hair, exposed her curvaceous back for a moment, and said flatly.

"Below the surface of the lake is the most devastated part of the thing, and even now, the half-fish people have not finished rebuilding. I was helping them before. ”

'That thing' is Dagon.

Now Miss Nymph seems to have dispelled her desire for Lanen, or maybe the reconstruction of the underwater half-fishman kingdom is really tiring, so she doesn't get too entangled with him.

After simply taking it to the temple in the lake, it sank into the water and disappeared.

Lan En took out the conical crystal from the alchemy leather bag and swept it over the marble beneath the surface of the lake.

The lake seemed to sense something automatically, and the waves and foam turned into words in the twisting transformation—

"I'm still dealing with the tail of the hand, and the rift is about to open."

"Tsk." Lan retracted the conical crystal and smacked it in his mouth.

"It seems that the lake god who came out of the blood sacrifice really ate her, how many people have died to get it? A war? ”

The blood sacrifice and war on the other side of the world have not affected this place, let alone the celestial sphere convergence rift created by the surge of chaotic magic.

A crack like a shattered mirror rises up from the lake again.

After losing the restraining of the Lady of the Lake, the sound of "Caracalla" as the spatial structure was torn apart by the magic of chaos was heard endlessly.

When it finally hovered in front of Lanen, the flickering light on the opposite side began to stabilize.

The witcher took a deep breath and calmed the fierce beating of the two hearts in his chest.

The handprint on his left hand flashed, and a golden magic shield was wrapped around his body.

The turbidity sword was put into the alchemy leather bag on his waist. This kind of weapon, which is fierce from the outside, will only cause trouble if it suddenly appears in a peaceful area.

But Arondait, with the elven long knife at his waist, still hung on, because Lan wanted to give himself a necessary but not too much deterrent.

"Whew, old acquaintance, let's go."

The witcher muttered as he took a step forward.

But the celestial sphere convergence rift, which he hailed as an 'old acquaintance', had no intention of giving him face at all.

A very strange sensation came from the body.

It was a very different feeling from the previous two times through the Celestial Sphere Convergence Rift.

Although the first two feelings were intense, they were nothing more than dizziness and swelling pains in the brain.

It is equivalent to letting Mentos perform [Memory Dive] when passing through the Warlock Portal.

It was uncomfortable, but it didn't make Lan completely unconscious.

And this time. Gratgy, lightheaded, occasional palpitations, nervous reflex-like twitching.

If I had to describe it, it was similar to the feeling of a person who has trouble sleeping, stuck in the gap between waking and falling asleep.

I don't know how long it took, but in my groggy consciousness, even the sense of time became ambiguous and blurred.

Eventually, with a burst of weightlessness and twitching like a dream fall, Lane felt his feet on the ground.

"Huh?"

The godless, unfocused cat's eyes were flashed by the light in front of them and recondensed.

What catches your eye is the blinding, blood-red sunset that shoots out from the cracks in the tall Gothic spire.

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