Chapter 15: There are always religious conspiracies in any world
What do you imagine when people said 'demon realm'?
The scorching earth and erupting volcanoes? Leaking red lava that melted everything under its touch? Blackened sky with monsters running around? Suffocating, murky air that was choked full of poisonous fume?
Same.
When the author told me about the war, most of it was happening at the border between Lenaar and Halakatz—the Demon Lord of Wrath's territory. The location she described was full of canyons and stony hills, cracked soil that undergoing desertification, and an area where trees were black and dead.
So I was imagining Demon Realm as something like how holy scriptures described hell.
But when I saw the place through Valmeier's memory, it actually looked more like the Grand Canyon or something, just gloomier. But I also thought—ah, it was just the border, so maybe it wasn't that bad yet.
And then I was being showered with the colorful landscape of Natha's territory, and I was...
Well, sufficient to say that I was now very intrigued about the Demon Realm as a whole. So now, I was sitting on a very comfortable sofa in the library's reading area with piles of books about world history all around me.
Since this was a private library, instead of stiff wooden tables and chairs, the reading area was extremely cozy. It was like a sitting room, almost, with plush sofas and thick carpet, overlooking tall windows that filled the wall and enabled us to look outside, making the room feel less suffocating. And since the library had temperature control magic to preserve the books, it was never overly warm or overly cold.
And in that comfortable setting, with Zidoa flying back and forth bringing me books about history, I began my study.
And here was what I gathered about the world and the demon realm: