"Originally, even if it was a boiling physique, it was impossible to move so far at once...... But my mind was in a mess, and the only place I could think of was this, so I gave it a try......" Rare said as he gently stroked the bladeless sword, "but maybe it's the hilt...... The moment I touched it, I felt full of energy......"

"It seems like luck, but it's not a bad result. Cynthia said, "At least I can catch my breath." ”

"Brestu is overwhelmingly dominant in that strange palace, and I can feel the panic welling up in my heart...... even with Alan around," Frey said, "and the threat to us from those werewolves has increased considerably, as if their bodies are strengthened in some way every once in a while...... If it drags on like this, I'm afraid it will ......."

But Eren didn't squeak. He was also a little surprised to get out of danger, but he wasn't in the mood to be glad they survived right now, because Ian's situation didn't know what was going on...... And, of course, there is the Magic Mirror of Passuri, which connects the two worlds.

The rain was still the same, dripping, but the sky was much darker than before.

But what made him a little strange was that it was only afternoon, but there was no one on the road, only the faint light from the house in the distance...... Although the road is not easy to walk on a rainy day, it is not like this in the usual Beiya.

"Don't you guys here go out on rainy days?" Cynthia asked, looking around, "And it's winter, doesn't it snow?"

"No, I heard that it was snowing here at first, but for some reason it became what it is ......now," Alan wanted to briefly introduce Beya to her, but when she mentioned it, he was reminded of something else.

They had long figured out the reason for the rain that Beja had had, and it was a weather spell that Mrs. Dalk had cast to protect Alyssa. And Alyssa's mastery of spiritual magic, which was taught to her by Mrs. Dark, is not the same as that used by Burresto, but it was inspired by him, and the effect is very similar......

"If that's the case...... Maybe......" A bold idea suddenly popped into Allen's mind......

In your distant hometown, you may be hiding the key to getting out of the predicament!

"By the way, since it's your hometown, why don't you find us a place to warm up?"

"Uh...... It's cold......" Rare scratched his head in embarrassment, "Then please come with me...... I just don't know if my parents are at home......"

However, Alan got up and walked in the opposite direction, and said to Riel, "You take them back first, I'm going to find Mrs. Dalke!"

"Huh?" Riel looked confused, "What are you going to do with her at this time?"

Alan didn't have time to explain more, just said simply: "She probably knows how to save Alyssa!"

When Riel heard this, he immediately reversed direction: "Then wait for me...... I'll go too!"

Cynthia and Frey didn't know what was going on, but they had to follow.

Crossing the unfamiliar path, they trotted all the way to Mrs. Dark's door.

There are a lot of weeds growing in the yard, and the cherry trees have long since lost their leaves and look on the verge of wilting. The mud and bricks on the fence wall are also peeling off quite a bit, making the whole scene look slightly bleak.

To Allen's relief, though, the lights were on in the room.

"Knock knock!" Alan knocked the door.

And no one answered.

"Knock knock!" Alan knocked again.

This time, not only did no one answer, but the lights in the house went out......

"Mrs. Dark, are you at home?" Alan couldn't help but feel a little strange, and quickly shouted, "It's me, Alan!"

His shout worked, and as soon as he finished speaking, the door creaked open a crack, revealing an eye looking out...... It was Mrs. Darker.

"How are you?" she quickly glanced behind Alan and Riel, then stared at Cynthia and Frey and asked, "Who are these two?"

"This is my friend and Alyssa's friend. Allen said.

When Mrs. Dalk heard this, she opened the door all the way and let them in.

"When did you come back?" asked Mrs. Dalke, as soon as they entered the house.

"We're here for her!" said Allen, hesitantly, "uh...... Do you already know what happened in Krivari?"

"Crivari!" Mrs. Darke was stunned when she heard Alan's question, and her expression became serious, "It seems...... Are the rumors true......"

"What have you heard?" asked Allen.

"At first, I just thought it was a little strange that Beya's Magic Management Association suddenly issued an injunction in the name of rectifying law and order, asking people to go out less...... But then I heard some unbelievable rumors...... "Mrs. Dalk put down her wand and sat down slowly in her chair," and it was rumored that the magic eye had escaped again, and had destroyed the whole city of Krivari......"

"That's not a rumor! it's true!" said Allen.

"Yes, I thought it was a bit ridiculous at first...... But now I don't think so......" Mrs. Dalk helped them dry their clothes, and asked, "But what does this have to do with my granddaughter......?

"Don't worry, she's still alive!" said Allen, "but she's in a bad situation right now......

"What's going on?"

"It's a long story......," Alan sighed and spoke slowly, "In order to find a way to destroy the MONOCULUS, a few of us went to look for the lost holy relics, but just as we were about to succeed, there was a bit of an accident...... She was taken hostage by Arne Burresto......"

"Brestus!" said Mrs. Dark's eyes widened at the name, "this brute...... Sure enough, he's still alive!"

"What you may not know is that this MONOCULUS was not accidental, but man-made...... And the person who released it was none other than Bresto. "In order to make us submit, he also used his special psychic magic to control Alyssa......"

"This fellow ......," said Mrs. Dark, startled again, and fell into deep thought.

The others were silent when they saw this.

"As far as I know, Alyssa uses similar magic...... At one point, she used this power to contend with Burrestu. Alan broke the silence after a moment, "You taught her, didn't you?"

"Sure enough, is this burden still too heavy for her......" Mrs. Dalke did not answer, but wiped the corners of her eyes, choking a little, "Perhaps, all the time...... Maybe it's ...... if I'm doing it wrong."