Count Scribe's Tutor

I walked for a long time after I opened my eyes for the first time.

I walked until I got a little hungry and thirsty, but I still don't know where I am or why I came to this place. Especially because I didn't see any clue how to do this.

It wasn't the only thing that was unusual.

“What the hell is this place? ”

Ferda frowns and mutters.

At first, I thought it was a cave. Rocky walls, floors, and a sinister cavernous energy. So I took a step to find where the wind was blowing.

But his guess didn't go for more than an hour.

It was because the landscape changed dramatically at some point. The bumpy wall turns smooth like a well-paved road, and the moisture disappears everywhere.

After a while I checked the surrounding terrain, I realized that this was a completely different place than the one I had before.

At that time, I made a short guess in my legs.

[I feel like I'm inside a giant tree.]

Like he said, the surroundings were made of wood. Sometimes there was a blue sprout. Ferda narrows her eyes and opens her mouth.

“You're not in the water of the world, are you? ”

It was a possible guess.

But to turn this guess into conviction, we had to figure out how the world summoned him here. Ferda decides to focus a little more on internal exploration.

It was then.

Ferda! What's over there?]

You flap your wings as if you've found something on the bridge.

Ferda heads straight for where he's pointing. What I found there was something buried deep between the wall and the floor.

“A notebook?”

Things that don't belong here.

Interested, Ferda reaches out and picks up her notebook. A bloody notebook. Suddenly, I was about to open the notebook, and the name on the outside caught his eye.

“ · · · · · ·! ”

Ferda's eyes widen.

It says, "Lara Hamilton." Perhaps the name of the person who owns this notebook. But there was another reason he was surprised. It was that the text on the notebook was English, not royal or Elvish.

And one more thing.

There was a reason I surprised him.

“Wait, Lara Hamilton definitely! ”

The name looks familiar. No, I couldn't have known that name.

Meanwhile, Ferda looks surprised. The bridge approaches and asks.

[That's an odd name. Do you know him?]

I nodded quietly to the question.

Lara Hamilton. She was the first to realize her true talents, the first to break through disasters. Furthermore, a tax-exempt adventurer who gathered a lot of information related to the second disaster.

It meant the author of the second book.

“· · · · · · · But this is impossible. ”

A trembling voice echoes through Ferda's lips.

Of course. Every time the Savior passes through each round, all records and traces of the previous round are reset.

The only place that could be encountered with the records of the previous round was the space created using bookmarks, the "undocumented page."

How can you leave this behind if you didn't even use a bookmark?

The question was not only this.

The second author, Lara Hamilton, has been to the desert, but has never been to a place like this. In the second episode of the original, there was no explanation or description of this place.

“But why · · · · · · · · · ·. ”

A trembling voice spreads out into the air.

I was getting tangled up like a thread in my head. As the confusion intensifies, the voice in the leg taps into the ear.

[Why are you just looking at me? Can't you open it?]

Ferda escapes the chaos after speaking from the bridge.

Okay, let's see what it says. With that thought, I broke the lock on the notebook. Then I turned the page to a nervous face.

But I didn't know what was written inside.

It's all wet with blood.]

The bridge mutters in a daze.

Like he said, the page of the notebook was soaked in blood. I carefully handed over every page, but they were all the same. It looked like something was written, but it was frustrating because I couldn't recognize it.

And then almost every single page.

[Huh? This is · · · · · · · · · · · · · · ·.]

The last page was folded.

A page halfway from the notebook. It looks like it stopped trying to tear quickly.

[Ferda! Looks like half the blood here.]

He yells, pointing to the last page.

Seeing that there were definitely white spots, it seemed that they were not all wet with blood. Then Ferda carefully unfolds the folded page. At the top of the page, there was a sentence about a strange person.

First dragon to reject ■ ■ Erc.

Unlike what is written on the outside of the notebook, a royal sentence.

Blood drops spread and some letters were hidden, but I immediately realized who the sentence meant.

“All death, Erc. ”

The first disaster that struck Earl Archdut months ago.

Erk Essiers Rigrudna. It must mean him.

But there was one question.

“First mercenaries? ”

When I saw you at the Frost Lake, it said you were the last of the mercenaries to refuse death. But why does it say the first mercenary was here? What difference does it make?

Some questions came up, but there was no time to worry.

It was because I was distracted by another sentence directly below.

The real identity of ■ the first disaster is the first dragon to refuse ■ ■. Rebels Resisting ■ ■. At the same time, this is the only hope. It is literally the first.

Likewise, some of the words were hard to recognize because of the blood splatter.

So I didn't know what I was writing this sentence. However, there were several distinctive words.

“· · · · · · · · Traitor. And hope."

Let's say it was a traitor who resisted something.

But hope? That's not a word for a creature who tried to poison all living things with death. With curiosity, Ferda continued to read the sentence as she felt the interest of the words rising.

■ ■ ■ All Life Encountered Here. Ser Meri ■ Earth ■ Leg ■ S is an immortal person who ■ ■ all things from beginning to end. Poor thing accepted for true salvation. Don't take your eyes off her message.

This time I don't know him at all.

But the sentence tells us that the person named "Sermer" is immortal. And it was all about listening to the keyword "salvation" and her message.

“Sermer, Sermer. ”

I muttered the name written on the sentence several times.

A strange name. A name not mentioned in the original. Then there was no way to know who it was. So I tried to move on to the next sentence, but Lara Hamilton's record ended here.

“Tsk, even if it wasn't just blood. ”

I could have found a useful clue.

When I kicked my tongue low in sadness.

“Ugh!"

Suddenly, a strong dizziness appeared.

It's the same as then. It's the same as the headache I felt on Kwain's stomach. Ferda, who was whistling, barely bears up against the wall.

“Phew, Phew! ”

I was running out of breath.

My whole body was drained of strength, and my senses came to me.

But I bit my lip tightly. I felt the stench of blood and focused on not losing consciousness. It was then that I kept my mind in constant circulation.

A distortion occurred on the floor where his gaze was directed.

It started to engrave some kind of text. The text quickly produced a sentence.

And Ferda opens her eyes after checking it out late.

I am Sermer. Hear my message, my lord.

Presence of writing letters.

He calls himself Sermer. Meanwhile, Ferda's eyes fill with surprising light in a sudden appearance. At the same time, the last sentence in the notebook came to mind.

Don't take your eyes off Ser Mer's message.

Thinking of this, Ferda stared at the letter that moved like dancing on the floor, taming her mind. Shortly thereafter, a sentence was engraved that would transform Ferda's feelings from shock to horror.

Thou art the presence of the Faithful.

Be endless in doubt.

Then let us be free from the veil of eternity.

“ · · · · · ·!? ”

The large eyes are filled with awe.

Being of two worlds. The Wheel of Eternity.

This was consistent with the will left just before Erc disappeared. Sermer boldly and quickly made a sentence.

We're losers.

A ghost that cannot escape the wheel of eternity.

But you are different.

Recalling the Savior's Mission.

The alcoholic sentence stopped immediately.

I wrote something down, but I couldn't confirm it because it disappeared almost simultaneously. The sentence no longer followed, as if someone were continually erasing it with an eraser.

Supportive positions!

At that moment, there was a commotion.

Occasionally it was similar to the noise coming from the same place as the radio. When Ferda frowned in a sudden defect, something appeared in front of her eyes.

[System Recovery Complete]

You have blocked access to unknown paths.

The Yggdrasil system is fully operational.

It was a notification that the Yggdrasil system had been reactivated.

But the problem was that the message covered the sentence on the floor. Ferda reaches out and bends the air. It was because the system window disappeared.

“· · · · · · · Huh? ”

However, the system window did not disappear.

I just stayed there straight and clear. as if Ferda was trying to get in the way of seeing the sentence. As I frowned at this phenomenon, a new system message was overlaid.

[Warning]

Delete all system errors that have occurred.

Beware of data loss.

Delete errors?

I hurriedly reached out for something that sounded ominous.

“Wait! The message isn't finished yet · · · · · ·! ”

I shouted urgently, but this was a meaningless gesture.

It was because Sermer's message, which had been written on the floor at the end of the warning message, began to fade quickly. I shook my hand, but it was all for nothing.

And it wasn't just Sermer's message that disappeared.

“Hehe!”

Suddenly, my right hand was hot as if it was on fire.

Turning back, you see Lara Hamilton's notebook in her hand caught on fire. Ferda opens her eyes in a hurry to put out the fire, but her notebook turns to ash faster.

“What the hell. ”

It looks like you're incinerating evidence.

And no one else, but the Yggdrasil system, does? Wasn't the system created to help Hunter? When all his thoughts filled Ferda's mind.

A new message came to mind.

[Reminder]

Players will be rewarded for system errors.

Third Silver Bookmark (1)

Bookmarks appeared in the name of rewards for system errors.

It was the same bookmark that Ferda had been searching for. Then why are you giving it to me at this time?

‘It's like... ’

Doesn't it seem like he's trying to stop him from asking questions?

The seed of suspicion planted in the brain suddenly trembled. Ferda, who put the bookmark in her arms, talks to the bridge that was sitting on her shoulder.

“Darian, did you see that? ”

What?]

“The message on the floor. ”

What kind of message?]

In a crooked bridge.

You really don't know him. I'm sure you've seen it together. Ferda felt a peculiar glamour. Thinking about it for a moment, he decided to mention something he saw clearly on the bridge.

“What about the notebook? Why did you say your name was unusual? ”

[What? Ah-ha-ha, Ferda. Did you have any dreams?]

I burst into laughter in my legs.

Then, he replied with a tone of insanity.

[There can't be a notebook in a place like this.]

After returning, Ferda was convinced.

Lara Hamilton's notebook and Sermer's message disappeared as well as the memory of those associated with it.

‘· · · · · · · But my memory didn't go away. ’

What does this mean?

The answer was simple: The Yggdrasil system cannot interfere with Ferda's memory. So he was trying to get rid of all the evidence and use the bookmarks to get his attention.

The moment the seed of doubt grew up.

[Reminder]

Leave incomplete space.

Time to return: [09: 59: 59]

Suddenly, I remembered a message announcing my return.

Apparently the system doesn't like him being here.

“If so · · · · · · · · · ·. ”

Continue exploring for the remaining time, and scrape together any clues you can.

Then you'll know something.

With this in mind, Ferda pushes forward again.

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