"Felin Demon Sunflower..."
Having received Orsaga's precise intelligence, the mage immediately fell into deep thought.
This was like an ordinary person hearing that the dragon-slaying weapon essential for clearing a trial was stored inside the evil dragon's treasure vault.
I need to find the dragon-slaying weapon.
But I can't defeat the evil dragon, nor can I get into its treasure vault.
But it's fine—as long as I get the dragon-slaying weapon, I can defeat it.
But unfortunately, I can't defeat it, so I can't obtain the dragon-slaying weapon.
What kind of vicious cycle was this?
As a mage, he truly had no idea how he was supposed to infiltrate a region full of monsters that loved devouring magical energy...
After all, back in their heyday, even the Netheril Empire, which had a whole host of powerhouses at the level of Grand Arcanists, had still been dragged into a quagmire of war against the Felin Demon Sunflowers—and had been at a disadvantage.
With him alone, a fellow who could barely count as a Legendary Rank Spellcaster, taking action...
Even setting aside whether he could break through the isolation barriers outside the ruins.
Even if, by some miracle, he managed to slip inside...
He would only be delivering himself straight to their doorstep.
At most, he would warm the stomachs of the Felin Demon Sunflowers, which had been hungry for many years.
So he felt that such an approach was somewhat inappropriate...
For a time, his heart turned to ashes.
He felt he had wasted a vast amount of supplies only to obtain completely meaningless information.
Seeing that he had gone silent, Orsaga, on the other side of the Sacrifice Ritual, paid him no mind and simply said to himself:
"Since there's nothing else, I'll be off first..."
Then he severed the