The word 'Odense' also has a special meaning in the famous fairy tale kingdom.
Its etymology comes from Norse mythology, and another meaning of this word is 'the temple of the great god Odin'.
Now, in an uninhabited suburb not far from this special place, two 'monsters' are about to have an academic 'discussion' using magic.
Since there is a 'common topic' that no one can convince anyone, we have to use more primitive methods.
But to be more precise...
Both Zeira and Orrels want to test the other party's ability to talk like this.
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"...It doesn't matter if you ask me to be a witness or something. Let me ask again, are you sure you want to come here seriously?"
Looking at the two parties who were strolling around in the courtyard, completely lacking the breath before the war started, Sylvia scratched her head and made one final inquiry.
‘Zera’ is a ‘saint’ who can’t figure out the details, but can use his own minimum to make relative measurements.
‘Orelles’ is a ‘quasi-demon’ who stands at the top of the pyramid of magic and can even fight against global forces.
What will happen to the latter is not Sylvia's concern. As a maid beside that person, she has full confidence in the master she serves.
It's just that these two guys who barely stayed in the human realm said that they wanted to have an impromptu "discussion and discussion", so they should consider having someone to help them clean up the mess later.
"How should I put it? This time it is a combination of various reasons."
With a wry smile, Orrels shrugged helplessly.
Involving the "Devil" and the being named "Othinus", it is not like a question that can be answered by sitting down and communicating calmly.
Moreover, what Zela just said about the key to ‘defeating Othinus’ is also very concerning.
How much she knows about herself, Othinus, and the Demon God are all questions.
So he couldn't think of a reason to refuse this invitation.
"Hmm... as far as I'm concerned, it's more troublesome if you don't take it seriously, right?"
Crossing her arms, Zella also gave an answer that sounded overly confident.
Of course, there was no pride or contempt in her tone, she simply said it as a need.
After all, it is an important reference for peering into the realm of the "Demon God". If Orelus lets it slip, it will not have the corresponding effect.
"I understand, although I really want to remind you to pay attention to the scale... forget it."
After hearing these two replies with the same intention, Sylvia stopped exerting any unnecessary force and quickly retreated to a place not far behind Orrels.
To be honest, she is also very curious about Zella's strength.
"Valkyrie", "Saint", "Magician", every identity that this girl has ever had seems to be more than just an ordinary person.
It really implements the mysticism commonly used by magicians.
Sylvia thought frankly.
All right.
What other 'secrets' are you hiding? Let this guy reveal them slowly.
She was convinced that Orrels, who had already half-stepped into the realm of gods in terms of magic, would definitely be able to find out the details of the opponent in this battle.
This trust probably wouldn't change even if she knew that Zella was still working part-time as an "Archangel".
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The ancient wind of depression was blowing the short hair on the left side of the calm young man's eyes.
Orrells habitually put his hands behind his back and stood calmly.
The man known as the "Quasi Demon God" looked very calm, as if he was giving Zella time to prepare.
As for him, he was still dressed casually, without any changes, and he didn't plan to use any weapons.
When Orrels is in this situation, he represents an unparalleled weapon.
There is no need for lengthy incantation readings or exaggerated performances.
As long as the enemy is indeed 'defeated', this result is enough.
corresponding.
On the other side of the confrontation with Orrels, Zella was also sizing up his opponent at this moment.
"..."
She was silent for a moment and made her judgment calmly.
There is no so-called "flawless" characteristic of the strong like in those novels and stories.
At least in Zeira's eyes, the young man in casual clothes in front of him just stood there without any defense.
However, there is an indescribable strangeness, a sense of existence that cannot be ignored.
Zella narrowed her eyes.
Orrels smiled softly.
"Maybe it's a little late to say that."
He pointed at himself.
"I was supposed to be a 'Demon God', but I gave up halfway."
"So even though the overall power is not comparable to that of the real 'Demon God', there is still no problem if I want to exercise some 'privileges'."
In the brief words, it is not difficult to hear the self-deprecating tone expressed by Orrels.
Even if he didn't explain it, Zella actually knew the last point.
Otherwise, she would not have gone out of her way to contact this "quasi-demon".
What needs to be considered now is whether the 'privileges' he holds include what he needs.
(...Yui.)
(Well! Please be careful! Mom!)
After giving the task to her little angel in a sympathetic tone, Zella stretched out her slender right hand from her robe.
Orrels curiously watched the gradual changes ahead, and clearly noticed something.
Surrounding Zeira, the magic power of the wind, or the direction of the flow, began to change.
There is no need to test it out in a small way.
Zella was so sure as she grasped the elegant long bow that appeared again.
After studying magic in this world for so long, coupled with her own experience, she only knows a lot more spells.
But in front of Orrels, a "quasi-demon" who possesses a lot of original knowledge, there is no need to show off many things.
Compared with those, the 'magic' from another world is indeed more popular, right?
Using his own magic power to gather the arrow part of "Hurricane Knight", Zera aimed it at Orelus, who was still motionless.
He seemed to be surprised and muttering something to himself.
"...Is this your 'ace'?"
The question of "quasi-demon" came clearly in the wind.
"no."
Zella replied in a straightforward voice without any falsehood.
Then, without keeping Orrels waiting any longer, she let go of the hand holding the arrow tail.
——Wow!!!
With a sonic boom sound that exceeded the speed limit, the 'Skyrim Speeder' had already approached Orrels' body in an instant.
The swirling wind pressure disrupted the magic in the atmosphere, and the young magician's shirt and hair were constantly blowing back.
Facing this attack that divided the earth and was threatening his life, Orrels' expression was still his usual slightly gloomy look.
He just stood steadily and smiled.
Then.
Before the arrow is about to reach its destination.
There.
The neighborhood of Orrels.
Some power that is 'unseen', 'unexplainable', and 'uncomprehensible' appears.