Although he has now become one of the cadres of the golden association "Scarlet Sunshine", he is only considered to be an 'outstanding' one among magicians of his age.
Therefore, he was 200% sure that the most important thing to do at this time was to minimize the sense of presence.
Because those here are all a group of ‘monsters’.
The young man in black looked intently.
There are five figures in total in the room.
"Quasi-Demon" Orelus.
"Saint" Sylvia.
The willful and arrogant little leader of her family, Levenia Badway.
The New Guild, the acting commander of "Mebius", Brunhild Ekterbel, who possesses both the qualities of "Saint" and "Valkyrie".
And the most special thing is the brown-haired girl sitting in the front seat wearing a witch hat.
——The living "Devil", Astraea.
Of course, according to her own words, she would rather others call her the name she used when she was still a human.
Regarding this, Mr. Mark is not interested in confirming it.
His job was to stand behind the sofa and pray quietly for the end of the meeting.
Now, after a brief period of reflection, the young-looking god finally spoke again.
"...Marian Slingnaia, a descendant of the black dwarf who possesses superb forging skills..."
With his head slightly lowered, Zera combined the information and pulled out the impression from his memory.
It seems that Othinus still chose the 'old path'.
"What's wrong? Is it someone you know?"
The blond young man who heard the murmur asked curiously.
"That's not the case... I just happened to have some insights into Othinus' actions."
Zella looked at a few people.
"Although it is not in line with Othinus's habit of taking someone away, it makes sense if he wants to use it to create something."
Yes.
What needs to be determined most is what Othinus is planning to build.
Everyone present has reached their own peak in the field of magic. After thinking about it for a moment, they will immediately know it.
"'Gungnir of the Lord', right?"
Badwig's voice sounded among everyone.
She wasn't supposed to attend this meeting, but she still managed to gain temporary recognition by relying on her negotiation skills developed over the years and Brunhilde's reluctant introduction, and she reluctantly became a member of the 'Astraea Force'.
.
At least when it comes to dealing with issues related to Othinus, everyone has the same purpose.
"To be honest, there are many representative weapons in Nordic mythology, but since it is a symbol of 'Othinus', there should be no one with more magical significance than that divine spear."
The Spear of the Lord God can also be called the ‘Declaration of the Great God Odin’. All in all, since you want to forge a weapon, no matter how you look at it, this is the most suitable choice for that god.
"Yes."
Orrels nodded, he thought so too.
"Othinus has always suffered from his own 'infinite possibilities' and wanted to solve the dilemma of doing everything 50-50. In the end, he perfectly controlled the power of the devil. The gun given by the black dwarf was indeed
The most likely solution."
As a man who was supposed to be the Demon God, Orelus is generally the person here who knows Othinus best besides Zella.
His thinking direction is indeed very reasonable.
Only this time... will it really be so 'simple'?
Zella shook her head in her heart.
Othinus is a "demon" with more experience than her.
It is the synonym of Odin, the main god in Norse mythology, and he is also a god who is good at fighting and resourcefulness.
After experiencing a battle with a fellow demon, her vision would never stop at using a weapon to decide the outcome of the battle.
In this case, the view of everything Othinus did cannot be limited to the surface, but must go somewhere deeper.
"That gun is indeed a handy weapon for her, but...it can't determine the outcome between us."
"——!?"
The most vocal godly girl attracts everyone's attention.
"I can prepare symbols like that, but a battle based on the same level is nothing more than prolonging unnecessary time. If the 'ace' cannot win, it will lose its meaning. I think she also understands this."
Zella shrugged and moved on to the next topic.
"No matter what, since she has decided how to leave, I can't continue to take my time here."
"Brunhilde, how much of the information I asked you to collect are still missing?"
The new demon god asked his nominal subordinate.
Although it was more like a borrowed name, and Zella didn't care much about it, the name 'Mebius' was at least given by her.
Probably, there is also a sense of missing those companions from the past.
"It's almost done. The rest can be completed in these two days."
Brunhild replied a little unnaturally, as if he had not yet adapted to his current status.
Even if it is for reward, she still prefers to fight. Standing in the position of a leader and giving orders is not suitable for her at all.
Unfortunately, no trustworthy replacement can be found yet.
"Well, thank you very much."
Zella thanked her and flicked the brim of her hat.
Thus.
All the ‘conditions’ are almost coming together.
"Science" and "magic" are about to converge.
Then let the 'story' start from 'there'.
The gaze of the devil.
Handed over again to the next world.
…
…
The silver-haired nun, as helpless as a lamb, is running under the night.
The petite body was swaying and struggling as if it was trying to exert its last breath.
hurry up.
A little faster.
There's no time to look back, and if you get caught, that's the end of it.
The silver-haired nun gritted her teeth and kept encouraging herself.
However, reality still failed to satisfy her.
"Huh...huh...wah!!"
The sound of gasping was suddenly mixed with the sound of messy footsteps bumping everywhere.
The reason for this phenomenon is not physical exhaustion.
It was the silver-haired nun who was almost hit by the slashing attack coming after her.
Immediately there was a vague sound in the air.
"...Don't hold back on that thing...you should be...white."
"Kanzaki."
"..."
No answer came from the sword wielder.
But the silver-haired nun knew.
The next attack will not miss.
Run!
The silver-haired nun's survival instinct shouted to herself.
Unfortunately, it won't make her any faster.
The silver-haired nun closed her eyes in despair.
Don't even dare to look back.
But at the next moment.
The sound of swords and halberds being scraped sounded in her ears.
The crisis passed by again.
Then.
The body floats into the air.
To be more precise, someone was holding him around his waist.
The silver-haired nun, who had many escape experiences, realized that she was temporarily saved.
"Well……"
The cold wind blowing against her face stimulated her vision, making it impossible for her to raise her head and see clearly the person hugging her.
Only the long purple-black hair blended into the night.