Although the color had faded, the magic circle itself could still be seen on the ground. The Tower Masters, Lovellian and Melkith, approached the magic circle with their eyes shining.

“This, this is Ancient script, isn’t it?” Melkith turned to Lovellian for confirmation.

“But at first glance, these look like Gelse[1],” Lovellian pointed out.

“The wavering does resemble it.”

“As long as there are systematic similarities, we might be able to translate them.”

“Well, there are more than a few Ancient characters….”

“This might be the Ancient script of the demonfolk,” Lovellian remarked.

“As expected, this is knowledge passed on by the remnants of the Demon Kings, right? But isn’t this… something that we should call Balzac for?” Melkith hesitantly asked.

“There’s no way we can call such a suspicious expert over,” Lovellian refused. “If it’s the Ancient script, I’m also quite well-versed in it, so for now, let’s continue looking for a bit longer.”

Lovellian and Melkith were caught up in their own personal conversation as they examined the magic circle. After staring at the two of them for a few moments, Eugene lifted up Akasha, which he had been holding in his left hand.

“These are the remaining parts of the magic circle that I can remember,” Eugene informed them.

The rest of the magic circle, which now remained solely in his head, was drawn in the air. Because mana wasn’t infused into it, the magic circle wasn’t activated. However, his actions goaded Hemoria into movement before he could say anything.

Hemoria was now standing between Eugene and the magic circle that he had drawn in mid-air, glaring at Eugene with narrowed eyes. Eugene could feel a simmering hostility directed at him deep within those ruby-red eyes.

“...What is it?” Eugene asked cautiously.

Hemoria was quite a strange woman. That black, metal mask that completely covered her mouth from corner to corner reminded Eugene of the muzzle placed around the jaws of vicious dogs. Wasn’t it uncomfortable to wear something like that over her own mouth? You would have to spend quite some time taking it off every time you wanted to eat and drink.

“If you have something to say, then just say it to my face,” Eugene demanded.

However, Hemoria...