"Phew... I knew it would be nice to be quiet here..."
This is the basement floor of the Royal Library boasted by the King's capital Gran Feria. Bookshelves so tall that they loosely exceed the average height of adult males are lined up, "Fourth Handout Prohibition Book Browsing Room".
Only authorized persons are allowed access, as books, parchments and tablets of high importance, such as books written on the skills developed by the Kingdom of Easwind from past to present, and ancient documents discovered from sites everywhere, have been delivered.
Neither would you have even been able to get close without Eric's warranty, which has the status of temporary lecturer at the Royal School and his aspect as a researcher.
"Lately, Alti has been acting strange..."
Alti throws pebbles and twigs around his legs as he takes a nap in the park.
When [EMERGENCY EVALUATION 5] avoids it without having to activate, he says, "Again...!" and stare with a rugged face.
(What did I do...)
Originally, the rate of encounters with the walnuts that prevented him from sleeping was also high. Thus disappears the land of peace of the great one, and the other.
In this way, the Royal Library basement is the only place where you can calm down and take a nap anymore. Located in the Advanced District, this is not an easy place for alties and walnuts to enter.
"Huh... François won't even be here at this hour."
It's about time we went around noon a little. All students in the school, including François, are in class.
This means that nowhere is anyone going to interrupt his nap now.
Travel to the back of the dim browsing room, loosen your collar, and sink your hips deep into the highback chair (bring it in).
Ho, and a loud sigh. Then,
"So, who...? Is anyone there......!?
"Hmm?
A trembling voice in fear can be heard from across the bookshelf. Young woman...... no, it's a girl's voice.
"Um... is anybody here...?
"I'm here."
"Hia!?
I just replied, "hia"? Your Majesty returns her voice even more in an uncalled for mood.
"What's up, what can I do for you?"
"Aww, wow...!
"Bubbles? What happened to the bubbles?
I couldn't get enough of it, so I took a peek across the bookshelf...
"Hiaaa!?
"Hey, what the heck!?
If you look, isn't there a girl in the Royal Library secretary's uniform who's still out of her hips?
Bright blue in the face, blubbering and trembling trying to escape from your greatness, but nothing works. I tried to stand up, I butted and said, "Ahhh!," he says pitifully.
"... no, really what?
Precious man trying to lend a hand without being able to watch. But the girl said, "Hih! Hey......!" and distorts his face with increasing fear.
"Really, what..."
It wasn't until well after that that that they were able to have a decent conversation.
"So, you thought I was a ghost?
"Excuse me......"
Serie Porto, the clerical apprentice girl, who gets sloppy. A young girl named thirteen is depressed, and she is uncomfortable with you.
"Oh, no, you don't have to apologize. But why did you think I was a ghost again?
I wonder if you have such a dying face...... and your greatness begins to care secretly. That's what Celier tells him.
"Um... we, the secretary, uh, I'm an apprentice. Oh, oh, I don't care about that, I'm sorry!... well, there's a rumor going on between us."
"A rumor?
"There will be ghosts on the basement floor... Especially if an apprentice approaches the off-limits section, they will be taken... in fact, many people have seen suspicious shadows..."
Talking that far, Celier shuddered loudly and glanced around just momentarily. It's like a small animal.
"No access compartment... sure, not close to here"
"That's right! Besides, there are usually few people here in the Fourth Ban Book Browsing Room..."
"Yeah, I know"
It's a room filled with all the things less important than the browsing rooms from first to third. Naturally, there are not many visitors. That's why I chose it as a nap spot where no one would interrupt me.
"So when my senior told me to line up the book in this room, Mr. Sayama was here, and I was surprised..."
"I see..."
"Really, excuse me! Such disrespect to the extraordinary lecturer of the Gran Feria School…"
"Oh, no, no, you don't have to worry about it"
"Mr. Sayama..."
Relax and look up to your greatness, Celier.
"What a broad hearted man," he writes on his face, "nothing. Your grandeur has offended me, but I haven't put it on the surface. I really don't care.
I guess I couldn't read that much because of the youth of the year thirteen and the immaturity of the apprentice scribe.
"Well, I'm on this," he left with a happy face, mistaking it to the end.
"I don't know... well, no. Go to sleep. Go to sleep."
Now there is no one in the way. Now I can take a slow nap. I was just about to pull you into the back of the room with your delightful face...
"Doctor ~? Which is it? Doctor ~?"
"Huh!?
I heard François, who was supposed to be taking classes at school.
"Doctor? Where are you?"
(hey, why is he here...!?
In the less popular basement floors, the voice sounds well. Looks like he's still far away, but he's getting closer to us step by step.
"Teacher? Teacher Takahiro?"
(Duh, what do we do...!? Run away with [Invisible]......!?
No, the heavy doors to the exit from the basement floor are controlled by the staff. If you show your face, you won't be able to open it. François might come back if he was deceiving himself with a check at that time (if he didn't have the book).
"Doctor? Is this it?
(Hiya!? Coming!!
Apparently, you came into the Fourth Hands-Off Browsing Room where you are. I hear voices coming up.
At the earliest, I don't have time to get lost.
([Invisible]......!
A body that whispers and declares the activation of a skill and at the same time becomes transparent.
(Quick! Go away...!
Precious even remembering. I can already hear footsteps clearly.
Shortly afterwards, François gave him a peek in the face.
"Doctor? Oh? Just a chair? You're not even here."
The Duke's Lady sighs and then walks away.
(Ahbu ~...!!!)
I had hair in between. At the same time your body disappeared, Francois appeared. Doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doggy
(Ha, thanks...... but......)
"When you were born, which way did you go? If you come to the library for the holiday from the afternoon of the inaugural day, I'm looking because my teacher says he's here... I thought I'd ask for a special training..."
François still wanders around, whining and bumping. As it is, the effect of [Invisible] expires.
(deceived in [Cover-up 5]......? No, if you use it in such a narrow place, you might find out...)
[Cover-up] A skill loses its effect if someone else gets close to a certain distance where there is no place to hide themselves. Even if there is no spacious passage and the room is divided by bookshelves, you may get stuck running away.
Either way, to get out of the basement, you have to show the staff once. It's about François, "If you need a teacher, will you let me know? It must include." We can't get out of here at the earliest.
(what to do... what to do...!?
As the stranded fish escape into the back of the nest hole, your grandfather leaves the Fourth Prohibition Book Browsing Room without going to the back of the basement floor. [Invisible] cut thirty seconds left. Still, it's too much to be lost, noble.
In front of such a noble sight, a "restricted compartment" standing sign appears.
On both sides of the sign, two men, supposedly for protection, refrain from speaking either. Behind the corridor, you cannot ask by turning to the left.
(This is it!!!!
Noble Dai rushing off without a single one or two. If it's a restricted compartment, Francois doesn't think this is a good course of action.
I even activate advanced skills [shadowwalks] and can't run all at once without even letting the guards sense that "things are moving" rather than just footsteps.
(Safe!!!!
I could hide myself across the bend as I slipped in. and, at the same time, the effects of [Invisible] expire.
(Phew... You've got it figured out...)
Noble Dai got nothing at the critical place.
But new problems also surface.
(Now, how do we get back...)
I'm worried about going home. [Invisible] cannot be used continuously for a short time. It's not a labyrinth, so I can't even use [Escape]. You won't be home any time soon.
(Well... yeah?
When I raise my gaze, I see some doors behind the aisle. Perhaps in a room with books of high importance. A plate marked "No entry except for those involved" sticks to the door, on top of which hangs a padlock that looks sturdy.
(Ho ho... Something's getting me interested)
It's humans who want to see the opposite when they tell you not to. His curiosity is stimulated by the fact that he has come to a place where he is not normally allowed to go, albeit to become.
(Well, activate [Coverage 5] and you won't find it a bit softly)
If you're free of time anyway, it's not a bad idea to satisfy your own curiosity. Having concluded so, your colleague unlocked the key to the door close by…
"Uh-huh... I can't read!
After a few minutes in a small room of about ten tatami... your university had already let its curiosity shrivel. Everyday conversations and book readings are managed with [translation] skills, because now I couldn't comprehend the letters of parchment thrown with bass on my desk at all.
"[Ancient Language Decryption] What a minor skill I don't have..."
Probably staring at parchment written in ancient language, I don't know what I don't understand. Give up and raise your face, but all around you are books and stone slabs written in similar letters. Nothing else catches my eye, nothing funny or anything.
"I think I'm going to the next room..."
Jeez, Dahl. Precious man with his hips up. I can hear something in his ear like that.
……
Even the hearing of the flesh, enhanced by the level, cannot be recognised as a clear sound, but something… can be heard.
(What...?
It gets bigger step by step. Is it close? But it doesn't sound like footsteps.
(Either that sounds like dragging something...)
Yeah, that kind of sound. The scratch, the scratch, the sound of dragging something closer to this room.
Huh, the voice of the girl I just met comes back to life.
"There will be ghosts on the basement floor," "especially in the off-limits compartment"... Oops, your spine trembles.
This is the basement, off-limits section. It is not the kind of place where people come and go frequently. So what is that? It's not a footstep, it's like "Living Dead" is walking with his legs dragged...?
(Ghost......!?
Being from Horror Power and Japan, and well trained in TV roadshows that I will stick to in my spare time, Guitar University really associates itself with "curses" and "rings".
A woman with long hair is slowly walking down the hall... her face is hidden with her hair and she can't see... her aim is this room. Slowly, but surely. Eventually the woman who arrived caught the door with a long stretched nail......
Instantly, I even come up with a scene like this. It makes my spine more and more cold to the delusions I have created myself. Even if you're a Level 250 strong man, you're scared of scary things.
Late at night, even as I go up and down the stairs of my home, I suddenly think, "What if a stranger comes running down from the darkness behind me," "Someone's going to grab my ankle," and I finish traveling early enough, the roots are precious to the cautious.
In a dimly popular basement, it's closer to impossible not to think about that. Printed education from the Horror Powers and Japan, excellent here.
(And I knew it stopped in front of this room!?
When I thought I heard a loud noise, I saw a shadow of a brunette at the end of the door rubbed glass.
"Oh... the key is open... who's there...?
The "is anyone there" part sounds crouched and increasingly precious that freezes your spine. When you get caught off guard, you feel a little chilly.
Gacha.
Door knob turns.
Gigi.
Heavy doors made of oak trees make noises and open.
And that's where I showed up...
"Who...?
Along with her squeamish voice, a long-sleeved woman cluttered behind her bossy brunette, stretched up to her waist, shows herself in front of the great.
The woman is catching a white coat on her thin dirty trousers and shirt. The sound of something dragging when sloppy earlier was probably the sound of a rash of white clothes rubbing against the floor.
The dark eyes of the neighborhood look suspiciously at you from behind the glasses in the black frame, just like your hair.
The ghost of the woman you imagined is intact.
"Out!?
"What...?
"Yu, ghost......!
"What? Me? Don't joke. I'm a living person."
"........................... Huh?
"Meetings call people ghosts. Gee hoo, gee hoo!... it's been a long time since I've had a voice in my throat."
I guess it was for this reason that the voice I heard at the beginning was squeamish.
Guitar clapped out and exhaled loudly.
"Oh my God, don't be surprised... I just think I'm the ghost you're rumored to be amongst the scribes..."
"Yeah? A ghost rumored among the scribes? Then it's me."
"Eh."
"It's me, it's"
A "ghost declaration" unleashed by a ghostly woman who is invisible to a legitimate human being.
Your thoughts stained bright white again.