The Sacrifice of the Ouroboros Ring
"Just... the three of us?"
Master Walter slowly took his seat and asked Miss Sprengel casually.
Miss Sprengel did not answer. She merely smiled at Master Walter and handed him a glass of wine.
"I urgently called you here because two major things have happened... and the two are connected. I had to inform you as soon as possible."
Miss Sprengel's clear, pleasant voice rang out.
She raised one finger. "The first is that the Fallen Angel is not in very good shape.
"Today, the Fallen Angel got into a fight with someone in the Dream Realm—an actual fight, to that degree."
"...Could the Fallen Angel have been injured?"
Master Walter's expression shifted slightly as he took a sip of wine.
His expression became extremely complicated for an instant. Alongside surprise came delight, but also worry, fear, and hesitation. Countless emotions churned together like overturned paints, blending into an unpleasant, filthy mess.
If there was one variable in the Ouroboros Ring Ritual, it was whether the Fallen Angel would be willing to share its power with them after they summoned it—or, if it refused, whether they had the ability to forcibly extract its power.
The suppression of the Wall of Equilibrium was absolute. Even an Angel's descent would certainly be pressed down to the Material Realm's limits—the Sixth Level. Most rituals were effective against the Sixth Level... so they had prepared sufficiently powerful binding rituals.
However, such a thing was ultimately rather unreliable.
—Only by keeping the power and initiative in their own hands could they make the most reliable and secure choice!
Lady Malasia frowned slightly, displeased by the ugly expression that had flashed across his face.
Miss Sprengel merely smiled sweetly and said lightly, "Indeed. This is undoubtedly a new opportunity.
"According