Everything Has Its Ups and Downs
Editor: Henyee Translations
While the other organizations were poking around, Roland wasn't idle, trying to find out his enemy in the way of a Mage.
"Tell me where the enemy's organization is." Roland used Lesser Benediction.
The small stick that was erected didn't fall.
Instead, the magic power in the air vibrated, and Roland couldn't help but cough a few times as Lesser Benediction failed and he suffered a slight magic recoil.
Is it because the organization has no name?
Roland considered the semantics of what he had just wished for and said instead, "I wish to be pointed in the direction of my enemy."
The stick fell over and then rolled in a circle.
Roland's expression was suddenly dumbstruck.
Of course, my enemies are in all directions, all over the world.
But that was normal when he thought about it. The enemy contained the meaning of being harmful to oneself.
Wild beasts, magical beasts, and so on might also be included.