Dancing Circles on the Horizon of Events

Meanwhile, around that time.

A castle-like building in the center of the town - in the hall of the consul - was Nur and Zwei (Yuki B), and the figure of Nicole the Wise.

Needless to say why the two null and zwei are here......

The wise men seemed to have come here for different reasons than they did.

By the way, the reason for the table (...) orientation (...) is -

"... what can I do? Sage, we cannot afford to have a consul here."

"Yes, Mr. Sage. Wouldn't you know any good way to deal with these cases?

- By burying the consul from the town of Alba, he seemed to be serving as his aide to Nur and Zwei, who were giving me the way.

So what the hell was his real purpose?

"... shouldn't we lay down a parliamentary system in this town, just like Mid-Eden, until Boreas' politics stabilizes?

"" ……… ah ""

"I don't know the details even if you ask me, so I want you to use the radio around there and ask Lord Atlas, who is in Mid-Eden. Okay, I'll be excused here (heh heh heh heh hah!... Now in the library here, you can read all you want!

A book written by a demon tribe not in the realm of man came into the consul's chamber with the aim of being here.

Apparently, the wise man Nicole, unlike those two names, is quite honest with his own desires.

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Then he leaves the consul's office sideways with the nulls worried about how to use the radio.

And I came to the library that was in the same building.

It is a special room that is usually inaccessible except to government officials….

I would say to a third party, a wise man, a place that is not even allowed to get close, if not an opportunity like this one.

"Sooo... ha... (Smells like paper and mold, clear air!

As soon as I entered the library, I got a happy look on my face, sage.

Then he proceeded to set fire to the fireplace that was in the room in order to warm the room that had been a hint.

In doing so, he tries to get through the place where he thought he had a long desk for reading….

I realize there's a customer there, and I'm just a little bit gnawed.

"Ugh?!... I'm sorry. I didn't think there were people..."

A wise man who speaks such an apology to a boy his age about Lucia who was there.

Then, if the boy to whom the words were directed, over the round glasses hung, he glanced at the chilling sage before.

There was nothing to say, and I immediately returned my gaze to the book that was open.

"(This... would they have hated me...?

Because the boy's bareback didn't sound too good, the sage has such a concern.

But he didn't even go to interrupt the creation of an environment for reading, and as he exhaled his white breath into his hands, he was hated. Then, another word, he asked the boy.

Can I light a fire in the fireplace?

Whereas...

Kokri......

and quietly nodding boy.

"(Maybe this boy, the snowwoman... not the snowman?

Though the temperature in the room did not reach below freezing point, it seemed strange to the wise man about the boy who was reading without wearing cold clothes either.

Then the wise man magically puts a fire in the fireplace and then takes the right one from the bookshelf......

And when I sat back a little away from the boy, I started reading books there.

Thus, for a while, quiet reading time flowed through the library.

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... and then came abruptly.

Casa casa......

"Ugh?!

A wise man in reading mode suddenly raised a mysterious oddity and rose.

Something bothered him, he said, crossed his sight.

Apparently, it was, to him, also an object to be called trauma.

Nevertheless, that is limited to the wise......

It was supposed to be something the boy who was reading away had no reason to know.

Therefore the wise man speaks again to the boy of apologies.

"Sorry to raise your voice weird...... Actually, I don't like bugs..."

That's how he apologized.

Chillah.

and just turned his gaze, still without saying anything, the boy returning to reading again.

Seeing that reaction, the wise man...

"(Would they not only hate me, but consider me a freak...)"

He seemed to feel unbearable and seemed to be making additional apologies in his heart.

Then, when he sat in the chair again, he began to look for black insects that earlier ran towards the edge of his sight.

Then...

"(... was there)"

The worm seemed to adhere, slowly shaking its tactile senses, to the walls of the bookshelf that had been installed to surround the desk.

And one more thing.

Sage notices something else.

"(Hmm? 2...... no 3?... More?! You didn't see that when you came in, did you? You know, what kind of insect is it that's so cold, it moves around even in the winter?

There were black insects everywhere in the room.

"(Damn... I want to drive one out of this world without one left...!

Insects that could eat and scatter books in this sacred place of reading should be eliminated….

Seeing the figure, the wise man seemed to feel something dos black coming up from the depths of his own mind.

But the wise man, when he saw the worm, did not try to get his hands on it.

Once upon a time he had an experience of trying to get rid of a similar looking black insect, and vice versa.

That caused him to have a trauma in his heart.

If you got your hands on it, you might get hurt again......

Even if they were called 'wise men', they couldn't seem to escape from the trauma that would underlie them more than being an organism called man.

He was just, at the same time, thinking about something else.

"(Looks like you're sticking it on your bookshelf... but you don't seem to eat paper otherwise. You're just moving around or you're looking for something...... Above all, the fact that this book is not worn out would be proof of that)"

If they were the kind of insects that eat paper, the books they took in their own hands should also be full of holes...

The wise man saw those massive bugs and was making such inferences.

Because the insects should have been in this library a long time ago and were always in a better position to deal with books than the wise men were to come.

Nevertheless, the wise man seemed unable to conceal his abominable expression of insects.

An unusual sign brewed by such a wise man (?) Did you feel it, the boy finally opened his mouth after coming here.

"Don't you crush that bug?

Was it surprising what the boy said?

"... Huh?

and a wise man listening back to the word with a slightly more nuanced look on his face.

The boy then repeated the words, especially with the emotionless expression he said this.

'Seems like you've been looking abominably at that bug for a long time, don't you have to crush it?

The wise man frowns even more when he hears the words...

You noticed his own face giving him a terrible look, he smiled back and then answered the boy's question.

"I don't care... I'll stop getting my hands on you here. I feel like I've seen it, it doesn't look like I'm trying to eat paper from a book, and it doesn't look like it's harmful to people..."

Listen to that word.

'... that's unusual'

and a boy who squeals so while pointing a narrower gaze at the wise.

The sage didn't seem to know what the word was intended to mean......

As he leaned his neck, he threw the question again.

"We... have met somewhere...?

"Yep. You don't know me, but I know you very well... That's all, isn't it? Sage. '

And again, the boy who drops his gaze on the book.

To his words and deeds like that, the chaos of the wise reaches the highest level......

Seeing what happened in the next moment, the cap of his confusion becomes a thing of the past.

Pathan

When the boy closed the book he was calling and put it on his desk...

Casa casa......

There's a black bug concentrating there, lifting the book...

Casa casa......

As I ran away with my book to the bookshelf...

Casa casa......

I brought a new book to the boy.

Because the sight was too unusual, or the sage who rounded his eyes and consolidated.

For him not remembering who the boy was, it seemed like a hopeless sight.

"No way, those insect users (Tamer)?! No, like the dragons, the insects turned into people?!

'Isn't that right... I mean, here, in the library, so be quiet. Distractions.'

Listen to that word.

…… …… …… ……

The wise man shuts his mouth as he was told and somehow begins to bother himself...

At last, it seems that reality has become unacceptable, leaving a book on the spot and leaving the library with a sleaze.

'Totally...... You know, you often name sage......'

The boy whines so in a sigh mix as he uses a black micromachine to put the book he left behind back on the shelf - Potentia.

Thus began his quiet reading time again.