"This is it—the Divine Art Item, the Butterfly Summoning Flute. It can enhance the effects of my spells."
Shade tightly gripped the slightly cold silver metal flute, joy blooming in his heart as though butterflies were fluttering within it. Though the Butterfly Summoning Flute's power was far inferior to God's Gift Box, another creation of the gods, this item suited him just as well.
Despite a few twists and turns, they had found their target in a single day. Things had gone remarkably smoothly. Hundreds of brilliant red butterflies flew from his sleeves. Within the illusion large enough to envelop the entire church, the butterflies trailing Red Light Streaks came to rest throughout the church, where the candles were nearly extinguished. Their glow illuminated every corner.
The illusion's effect had strengthened, and he could remain in the "Red Butterflies" form for longer as well.
Miss Benanis watched the fluttering butterflies, then took two palm-sized gray stone slabs from inside the coffin.
"Let me see. This ordinary object must have avoided being devoured because of its unusual material. Is this Fifth Epoch writing? Left behind by the Witch Emperor at the end of the Fifth Epoch?"
Shade, who had been admiring his own illusion, looked at her in surprise.
"Wait, Sister Nun Perry died several centuries before the end of the Fifth Epoch."
"Yes. Wait a moment, let me look at this. The Witch Emperor who ruled this region at the end of the Fifth Epoch discovered this hidden church graveyard and came here. She also could not completely eradicate the contamination. This place was different from ordinary 'Mad Earth,' so she reinforced the seal, reported it to the Council, and left behind this stone slab. I see. It says that the black mud devours everything, but does not affect ordinary