The southern suburbs of Rift Valley City are a mountainous area with rugged rocks. There is a very rough-looking stone door on one of the stone walls. On the door is an abstract circular relief carving symbolizing a certain kind of bird. There is someone near the stone door.
Glancing around a pile of broken black stones.
Based on Illya's magic level, it can be roughly determined that there was originally a large magic barrier where she currently stood. It would deny entry to anyone without permission, and the permission was obtained from this broken "
Given by the "Nightingale Stone", when it is touched by someone, it will cover the other person's body with a thin layer of something similar to armor, so that it will not be blocked when passing through the barrier.
Logically speaking, this change-type magic effect that is similar to a gain should not cause the recipient's own magic to counterattack, but the broken "Nightingale Stone" looks exactly like when the magic trap is destroyed.
Unless, Sister Joan of Arc has a more powerful protective spell with the same nature as that "permission", then when the black stone casts the spell, it must be increased to a level equivalent to it, and as a result, it will break due to being overwhelmed.
If you want to talk about the reason, after all, I have been dealing with demons or holy spirits recently. It was probably a blessing given by a certain existence. Although I am not sure who it is, looking at the increasingly disgusted expression on Jeanne's face, Illya
I decided it was better not to ask.
"Okay, I believe that the 'Night Mother' you call can protect you, then, come with me." Kalia sighed at the broken Nightingale Stone, turned around and walked into the main entrance of the "Nightingale Hall".
"Hehehe~ Of course, mother is omnipotent~ (Spade)" the clown followed up with a hehe.
"Although the internal strife among the elders of the Thieves Guild has nothing to do with the Dark Brotherhood, it involves our acquaintances after all. No matter what, it's always good to have helpers." Joan of Arc said as she followed through the door.
Gallus and Sylvia looked at each other, didn't say anything, and just walked into the door silently with Ilia.
Hmm... isn't it too late to keep it a secret from my mother? With my mother's intelligence, this accident exposed a lot.
After Illya walked into the door, she immediately saw the giant female statue with her arms raised and three nightingales on her arms.
Well, there is no point in keeping it secret at all.
——17:22——
"It seems that Mercer has not come back in these years," Kaliya observed as the space was completely closed and there was not much dust on the ground: "Neither have you."
"Yes, that's right." Sylvia answered with a bit of resentment, although the two of them were talking about completely different things.
"Ah... I was worried that as soon as I walked through this door, I would be slapped to death by the lady." Gallus said while looking at the giant statue.
After walking into the gate, you are faced with a flat stone square, and in the middle of the square is the obsidian statue of a woman wearing a gorgeous gauze dress. Overall, it is five times the size of an ordinary person. If you can really move and slap
take a photo of……
Illya shook her head to get rid of this thought.
On the other side of the square, there is a small high platform with many tilted seats, which seems to be a place for meetings. On the mountain walls on the left and right, there is a relief door that is as old as the outside door.
"On the right is Nightingale's living area and the equipment and trophy collection room. There is no need to go there before the Nightingale team is rebuilt." Kalia led everyone to the left side of the high platform: "We need to hold a ceremony to contact [Nocturnal] first.
Only ladies."
"Ritual? Isn't it a direct call to God's name? (square)" Cicero said in a strange tone: "Isn't it? Mother~ (heart)"
Illya, who was looking around at the decorations in the hall, noticed that Jeanne opened her mouth, but frowned and finally said nothing. She probably wanted the clown not to be so frivolous in the temples of other demon gods, right?
"Huh? (Club) is strange? Mother~(Spade)Mother~(Heart)" The clown waited for a moment and did not respond, so he opened his hands and took three steps forward with weird steps, and jumped two steps back.
A weird dance.
"The Nightingale Hall can be isolated from any magical means of peeking and contacting, unless there is any demon or holy spirit who has a power greater than the lady's to forcibly penetrate, but in that case, the place will completely collapse." Callia turned back to Cicero and said
.
"Humph~ (Spade) Okay, I guess mother is just afraid of smashing you to death~ (Heart)" Cicero stopped dancing dissatisfied.
Illya tilted her head, subtly feeling that what this Mr. Clown seemed to be saying was true?
"Speaking of the ceremony, are we short of people now? Moreover, my 'Nightingale Armor' was also destroyed during Mercer's sneak attack." Gallus asked hesitantly.
"The Nightingale Armor itself was given by the lady. If He is willing to forgive us, he will naturally give it to us again. If He does not forgive us, even if the armor is still intact, it cannot withstand the Lady's anger." Kalia stopped and said, "Okay.
, go and see if the lady is willing to forgive you?”
"Uh..." Gallus hesitated as he looked at the old stone door in front of him, but finally reached out and pushed it open, and then breathed a sigh of relief.
Illya looked curiously and saw that behind the door was a cave that was not too big. The surrounding area was not as polished as the square outside. In the middle was a small circular square with a nightingale mark painted on the ground, and there were
The path extends in three directions, creating three small platforms for people to stand while maintaining the same distance. On the road leading from the gate to the circular square, there are three squares painted with crescent moon, half moon and full moon respectively.
Stone tables, each with a set of exquisite blue-gray leather armor placed on them.
"Thinking about it now, the choice I made back then was like a prophecy of fate." Gallus walked towards the stone table marked with the crescent moon: "The crescent moon with most of its light covered corresponds to the fact that I have been completely afraid to appear in public these years.
The situation in sight."
Click—pop—whoosh—bang—
At the same time as it came into contact with the stone table, the leather armor placed on it flew up on its own, split into various parts such as shoulder armor, chest protector, leg armor, boots, gloves, cloak and face armor, and then attached to it with unusual precision.
On Gallus.
The cloak looks like wings, the helmet is shaped like a bird's beak, and the gloves and boots are shaped like bird's claws. If you put on this suit and glide down from a high place at night, you might be mistaken for a giant nightingale.
Illya marveled at these self-wearing armors for a while, and then realized belatedly that they were not real armors, but were "attached" to shape the shape of the leather armor Gallus was wearing at the time.
and material, which is a very special transformation spell.
"It's okay for you. I want to track down Mercer's whereabouts, and at the same time, I want to prevent him from finding me. I keep changing my identity, just like this Half Moon, who is both a tracker and a fugitive." Kalia said as he said
As she walked towards the half-moon stone table, the "leather armor" was "worn" on her body like the previous one, but it was obvious that it had been specially improved in many details in a feminine direction.
"However, the 'Nightingale Ceremony' requires three people. Who will replace Mercer's 'Full Moon'?" Gallus felt a little depressed because his face was blocked by the Nightingale visor.
"Me me me~ (Heart)" Cicero raised his hand.
"Absolutely not!" Everyone except Illya retorted in unison.
"Neither can I, unless you want this thing to explode like the black stone outside." Joan of Arc shook her head.
"Ha, then I'm not the only one left? You didn't plan to take me with you before, but what happened?" Sylvia laughed and walked towards the "Full Moon" stone table.
But just when she reached out to touch the "Nightingale Armor", the entire leather armor instantly spread apart as if hit by something and flew far away.
"Mom, haven't you ever held a Harpy Witch ritual? In that case, you and the aunts in the tower are all followers of Hircine and cannot accept anything from the Lady of the Night." Since that incident was related to me.
, Illya thought of the reason almost immediately.
"What should we do now? Can you two hold a ceremony? If not, go back first. There are still some of my group of witch sisters who have not held a ceremony. They just generally believe in the God of Wisdom." Sylvia took a few steps back and left.
Within the scope of the stone table, I watched the nightingale armor begin to gradually float up and return to its original position.
"No, I came to Gallus and I was already prepared for two people to communicate. After all, if I communicated, I would die, and the two of them would only be very tired - Huh?" Kalia suddenly froze in mid-explanation.
.
Because the parts of the Nightingale Armor were flying too slowly, Illya caught a glove in front of her and tried to send it back, but she felt that it instantly stuck to her hand, and in the next moment it transformed into a shape that shrank to fit her.
small leather gloves.
Swish swish——
The parts of the Nightingale Armor that were about to return to the table all stopped for a moment, and then they all turned and flew towards Illya. Before she could exclaim, the various parts had been completely assembled, and then, a smaller one
The "Nightingale" just appeared in front of everyone.
"Aunt Kalia? Can I participate in the ceremony?" Illya opened the beak mask and asked with a wink.
"Of course. This way, no one will be burdened. Come on!" Kalia was stunned for a moment and then nodded. He raised his hand and pointed to the small platform outside the circular square: "You and your father each stand with yourself.
In the same position as the armor pattern, don't say anything, I will preside over the ceremony."
"Oh..." Illya moved her hands and feet and walked towards the platform. Since she usually wears mage robes or casual clothes, she is still a little uncomfortable with the weight of the leather armor.
"You'd better make sure this 'ritual' is absolutely safe." Illya heard her mother say from the side.
"Of course, after all, Illya is also my child," Kalia said while directing Illya and Gallus, who dared not speak, to stand: "Look, little Gaga named her daughter
Think of me all the time."
No, no, Illia and Karliah are not very similar, and the logic of this dark elf aunt becomes very strange when it comes to this aspect.
However, Illya's silent rebuttal was of no use. She noticed that Sylvia's eyes on Gallus had become sharp.
