After that, despite Alya's questioning, the grimoire fell into a deep sleep, died, turned into a normal grimoire, and disappeared, but Arya still felt his presence.
He slept like a god.
Acmodations in Windmill Township.
This place is called the Market of the Dead, and as Victor says, it's a beautiful place.
It was a rare place in the city, and Aria dismissed it as a mage's workshop, but for some reason she didn't even dismiss the Book of Azathoth.
In fact, it is a portal to the universe that leads to a mysterious place, the Unholy Realm.
This time, a new guest arrived.
are you going? My power cannot enter your world and my life is inplete, so I have been waiting for a long time.
A soft voice woke Chizuna from her sleep.
He looked at the man who spoke, and judging by the way he spoke, he was a good man.
Perfectly long black hair like black ink, a definite and perfect face shape, and an amazing figure.
His ice blue eyes seemed to sparkle in the moving light.
Although he was standing quietly, his whole body seemed to emit a beautiful divine light like the sky.
The only drawback is its small size.
If you look closely, Bai Qi's skin is black and bloodless, but it doesn't detract from her beauty.
Chisner looked at the man.
After thinking for a moment, Chizuna realized that she looked like Aria.
However, the level of activity is not the same.
So, Chisner realized this after some time.
right? why am I here? I remember that time
Because you are dead.
The girl felt good, but she didn't say why, but she was very strong.
Because the other person has to believe that they are talking about the best minds in the world.
To be honest, I feel like I would be stupid if I ask more.
Obviously this is a matter of life and death, so please do it without worrying about what others think.
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