1000 nin no Homunkurusu no Shoujo tachi ni Kakomarete Isekai Kenkoku

Biblioteca stares into the bedroom with the Duke as he gently touches the dagger he had hidden in his nostalgia.

But I sighed and lowered that hand.

(Assassination was... banned because of the high risk.)

I whine in my heart, recalling an order from the curator.

"When he assassinated the Mayor of Dean, the soldiers around him noticed him and immediately became the wings to be raided. Trying to assassinate the Duke of Rowville would be the last two dances. Besides, unlike Dean, the Duke himself used to be a fierce general. I don't even know where the trap is. The assassination itself is likely to fail. Above all, I don't want to lose you guys in case. Just make sure you get the information back."

I remember being gently stroked in the head when they said that.

When she took her gaze off the door, she concentrated her consciousness on a desk containing a purpose book that emitted a disastrous scent.

There are several drawers, from which you can feel the intense smell, but reach for the drawer that is producing the most disastrous of them all.

The drawer opened easily and contained a booklet with a report pinched inside the black cover.

(Definitely. This is it!

Her five senses intuit that this book is the force of the Rowville army sought by the curator.

She touched the booklet with a full "clerk" gift open.

At that moment, a disastrous voice rang from the Book of Black to her!

It was a word thrown directly into her spirit.

This is the essence of her "clerk" gift.

It is the power to understand all the books in your hand and make them your own.

But there are conditions for that.

The books taken in her hands will tell herself in the world of spirit. And she shall understand them, and shall receive them into her own bookshelf.

But this black book was really tough.

He looks like an ugly cow and bleeds out of his eyes.

Though the body is a man, it grows black wings from its back.

An oddly shaped creature I've never even seen... no.

(The devil itself, huh)

The stage apparatus of war, created as a gathering of the wisdom of that age for man to efficiently crush man, took on a symbolic form and will.

The devil speaks to the scribe Bibliotheca.

"I ask thee. Who am I? Do you have the answer to this?"

The book is a constant speaking presence to the reader. But the book that kept me exposed to madness seems to be losing sight of who I am.

She answers the propositioned question lightly.

"You're confused, aren't you? Then let me ask you the other way around. Remember the sound of Kim Jo heard on the day it was spelled out?

A battle with books is a battle by word.

If we lose, forever she will be fascinated by this devil's book.

On the contrary, the demon questioned laughed with "wahahahahaha" in his belly.

"There's no way I had such a god! It's not the right thing to say! He who grabs the book of this world!!

But she felt somewhere in a hurry for the devil's laughter (like this).

After all, this demon still has memories of a time when it was only slightly spelled out.

That is what makes this book a trump card to fit in your own library (library)!!

"What afflicts you is the memory of the water end (Mizuna) that was born in the White Emperor and followed Eme's path. You still remember. Remember, the song of the day. And the fact that he was born as a beast of yellow depression."

"Rui Wei...? Sinful, ugly devil, my own?

to the devil who is bewildered to believe it, she shook her head,

"In the shade of green, and on the edge of the shallow leg, there is a fog-like screen (shame) that hangs on the flowers. But no child lived without knowing how far away the water was. You are nothing but the same poor child again."

"Guuuu, it hurts like a crack in the head. No more... no more! Don't keep saying that anymore!!

I try to attack Biblioteca with that in mind, but this is a verbal battle.

There's no way that horrible nail could reach her.

In her role as a clerk, she proclaims the trust by the Holy Word in every book in the world.

"Instead of the God of the Book with the Shogun, this scribe Bibliotheca tells us from the Temple of God. After all, after a lot of difficulty in Chizai, it overflowed (spilled) teardrops of color. However, it is not different from its milky (chiro) flower lips (kashin), and it produces a slight (bikun) appearance of musk (ranja). The God of the Book calls you Ozuki."

"Guuuuuuuuuuu"

"The God of the Book will turn to you. It fits well in my library."

"Oh, I remember. I remember that! But will you tell me that God will not abandon me for being changed like this!?

"Nothing else in the book. Every book is organized equally and arranged in our library."

"I'm... my name is Ragganite, the fortified city's war plan. And the crystal of human cruelty."

"I understand. Then I will house you in my library. Wait for the rack."

Hearing the word, the devil collapses into a further collapse.

At the same time the spiritual world evoked by the Book demons fades away.

Return to reality.

"Man, that was a pretty bone breaking book."

That's not the case with troublesome books so far.

She exhales relieved.

That's how when I returned from the spiritual world to reality, the booklet was stuck in the drawer unchanged.

But I feel that Bibliotheca is a much more familiar book than I first saw it.

(Of course. Because you are no longer one of my books)

There hasn't been any time in the real world, let alone even turning pages.

But now she understood everything that was written in this book.

No, that's a pretty understatement.

Because she knows everything, from the metaphors in this book, to the metaphors, to what the writer intended, to the allusions she wouldn't notice if they weren't explained.

This is the Biblioteca.

That is, the great library that walks.