440 438 Effects of medication

Ayworth leads the way, sprinkling pills underground on his own for more than a dozen minutes. The Frans were checking inside the mansion. To find out if there's a hidden passage that leads underground.

We can get inside with earthwork and metamagic. We don't need hidden passages. But it was Faith's suggestion that we should find a regular route when we think about later.

But me and Fran also looked for hidden passageways with detective and perceptive skills, but no suspicious places existed. When this happens, I guess we don't go in through the Viscount Mansion.

As we returned from the mansion to the courtyard, we were sensing a movement of magic. I remember this magic. When he rushed out to the courtyard, Ayworth had just dug a hole again in earthly magic.

"Ayworth!"

"Hmm? What is it, little lady?

When Fran rushes over, he asks back, with a face like he doesn't know why Ayworth is angry.

I said, "Don't imitate me."

"Oh, speaking of which, you said that before you broke up. Well, I wasn't interested, so I didn't want to remember."

"Mm..."

Face suggested we split up and explore, and Ayworth stabbed a nail in the nail telling him not to imitate himself. I even made sure there were no lies in that response because of falsehood! At that time, there was no lie in the words he said he wouldn't move without consultation. I shouldn't have......

No, I'm sure it wasn't a lie. But I also forgot what I promised right away, just to say that I acted with interest. I was looking too sweetly at the Freedom of Ayworth.

"More than that, let's go. Don't worry about the medicine. It's about time it expired."

"Ah!"

"Hey, Mr. Ayworth!

When Ayworth floats his body with wind magic, he goes straight down into the vertical hole. He's really a grandfather who acts out of his own curiosity.

(Master! Go after him!

'Right!

For a moment, I also thought I'd push everything on Ayworth, but if there was a garth in the basement, I'd think it might be dangerous. I doubt how far Ayworth will consider the safety of Gauls. Anyway, that's enough to throw poison in without hesitation.

"Ayworth, wait!

"Oh, hey! Wow, me too -"

Oh, I forgot my face. No, you might want to leave the less combative face behind. I don't know what's going to happen.

Slide down an almost vertical hole at once and finally get off by killing momentum with an aerial leap.

I don't know what's going on with Ayworth's medicine, so I'm wearing wind lines, but I don't feel full of poison. I guess Ayworth is right, it's already expired.

"... buildings"

"Oh, I'm pretty sure this is the basement."

That's a solid building, like being inside a fort somewhere.

"I don't know where you're going to get attacked. Don't get distracted."

"Mmm."

We decided to go after Ayworth for now.

I can barely feel the vitality from the surroundings, but I can still feel the magic of the pseudo-fanatical sword slightly. I guess I'm noticing Ayworth and Fran breaking in and erasing the signs.

Running about 15 meters as it was caught up with Ayworth. It was at the end of the aisle, stopping in a wide hall-like place.

"What are you doing?

"Is that your daughter? Look at this."

"... stairs?

What Ayworth was looking at was a staircase for climbing. However, the staircase is hitting the ceiling and does not constitute its application. Have you filled the hole to isolate the underground facility here?

But it wasn't. When Ayworth gently cast his magic, the stairs glistened for a moment.

"Again. This is a kind of magic trick."

More magic will stretch the stairs to the ground. I guess this will get you in and out. Then no matter how much you look for, you won't know the entrance or exit.

When returning from the outside, it is necessary to have the stairs appear from the inside, but they are less likely to be attacked from the outside. Well, Ayworth broke into me with force moves.

"You should look into this later. We're going the other way."

"... n"

Although Fran is somewhat dissatisfied, he snorts. He doesn't mind being partitioned by Ayworth, but he admitted somewhat after seeing the height of his vision of the magic props. For now, without complaining, I followed Ayworth and ran.

But soon I realize the magic lurking ahead.

"Fran! Beyond the door there! I have the magic of a pseudo-fanatical sword! Maybe two. '

(Hmm? Okay!

Apparently, Fran can't feel it. There may be a part of me that I realize because I feel strongly disgusted, rather than magical, too.

"Ayworth"

"Hmm? Did you feel something?

"Mmm."

When Fran speaks, Ayworth stops his legs and begins to distribute signs around him. That's ex-rank A for accuracy of judgment around here.

"Beyond the door there"

"Hmm?"

Fran points to the door in the middle of the aisle. Looks like Ayworth doesn't know anybody's hiding there either. But I don't break that tension. He admitted honestly that Fran's sensing skills were better than his own.

"An enemy?

"I don't know. But there's two of them."

"... I still don't know about Non. Let the vanguard give way."

"Mmm!"

And then Fran kicked the door and went inside. Slash one first with a knife extraction technique! Shielding the worst of Ayworth, he ends up with a memorable catapult after taking a distance. He's a mage's grandfather, but he'll be able to buy as much time as he wants.

Fran stepped into the room and the first thing he saw was a pile of black powder. There is a large amount of black powder scattered on the floor and shelves.

Maybe it was an arsenal. But everything was rotted down by Ayworth's thrown in metal corrosion pile, which only looked like a pile of black powder. There are only a few pieces of leather armor left, leather shields, leather belts that appear to have been wrapped around the pattern, etc., to the extent that traces of weapons can be perceived.

There are still two men inside. A pseudo-fanatical sword is stabbed in the neck. But my Ayworth Shield operation was never transferred to execution. Because when we stepped inside, the enemy was already out.

"... hmm?

'He looks dead...'

"Yes."

I try to cut the sword I stabbed in my back just in case, but it still never moved. This is definitely a pseudo-fanatical sword because the co-food is activated.

Ayworth, who later entered the room, approaches the body in a clapped manner.

"Isn't he dead?"

Appraisal shows that he has lost all his magic powers along with his vitality. This seems to have done more than Ayworth's meds could have imagined. I don't know if the magic depletion pills worked, or if the magic knockout effect of the pseudo-fanatical sword was activated, but I guess I ran out of magic.

Potential liberation was then activated to prevent paralysis drugs. Or maybe I can't use magic knockouts unless I'm in a potential release state. Either way, even though I was in a potentially liberated state, my skills were not activated because of the depletion of magic, and it seems that my vitality recovery from regeneration did not work. As a result, self-destruction in potential liberation would have accelerated.

The magic of the sword is weak because it can no longer suck up magic from the host.

"I thought it would be easier to fight if the magic was somewhat diminished... The enemy seems dumber than you can imagine. No, should we assume that there is no more accurate judgment left than being manipulated in the spirit? Or the condition automatically demonstrates the ability of the sword? But..."

Ayworth is whining somewhat bumpy as he examines the body. Seems to be discussing things a lot. But now I don't have time to slow down.

In the meantime, I decided to store the body and hurry first.

"Shit. I don't have a choice. But I'll be sure to take care of it later."

……

"Hey, are you listening? You're gonna have to give Nong the body, right?

……

"Hey, little girl"

Is Fran troublesome in his conversation with Ayworth? Totally ignored. In contrast, Ayworth is calling. This guy, you're not listening to people, but you're angry if you're ignored. Really good personality.

"Ready? You're definitely gonna let him dissect you, right?