I Can Smell a Festival Coming

"This magical power... What in the world is happening here?!"

The area was in an uproar.

It seemed everyone had completely forgotten about interrogating me.

And understandably so.

The moon had turned red.

Though, strictly speaking, that wasn't quite right.

It wasn't that the moon had turned red. Magical power had spread over the castle in a dome, making it look red to those of us inside.

This was Eighth-Tier Magic—"Paradise's Descent."

I knew its effects well.

Within the area covered by this magical power, the caster could summon undead without limit...