Isekai Mahou wa Okureteru! (WN)

Shuiming and Liliana, who broke up with the Fermenians, are now running down another street through the alley. He was on his way to his destination with the magic of an ordinary man and an unattached disease.

"Awesome. Are you sure that's the guy?

"Oh, there's probably no mistake"

Asked by Liliana, who walks side by side, Shuiming breaks. Definitely. To the answer, Shuiming was confident. No, you'd be right to say that's all I can think about.

Based on what has happened so far and what has been too convenient (...), the answer to that combined with what Fermenia has looked into -

Yes, it's in the Imperial Library on the way.

... Running through the night air, I eventually see taller buildings than the ones around me.

The same red brick building as the upstream section of the imperial capital is falling into an unusual silence all around it, illuminating the darkness of the night as deeper.

"Weird, sir."

"It's a kind of pay-per-view technique that fuels drowsiness. People who get lost around here are going to get sleepy and go home."

"... is it like spreading the darkness of a coma shallow,"

Listening to Liliana's predictions, Shuiming, who arrived at the entrance, opened the library door. I see a pile of neat books when I go ahead and throw myself in the sucking darkness that greeted me.

The only reliable light source that reveals your vision is the moonlight that shoots through the skylight. Inside, there was too little noise, which reminded me of the quietest period of time, just before the Mourning God carried out the night trip.

From anxiety and vigilance, or stroking Liliana's head as she walks closer, Shuiming looks around.

There are no staff left. It's only natural if it's late at night. - No, there was one.

A person with glasses appears, white and long ears, who either senses the arrival of a person or does not even turn on the light from the darkness behind the library.

"Are you a user? The library's already closed, isn't it?

It was an elf man, Romion, one of the scribes of this Imperial Library, who showed up.

When he realizes the presence of Mizuminos, he looks surprised.

"Oh? Goat, you and... isn't this Lord Xandyk's daughter, what the hell is wrong with coming to the library at this hour?

Shuiming tells Loomion why she arrives after hours, without hiding her purpose.

"I was just trying to catch the guy in the coma."

…… Perpetrator of the coma......? But in the alley, it's rumored that she's the one you're taking next door, right?

"Not publicly. But the truth is, there's a magic trick on Liliana."

"That's... but this is a library, right?

That's what I'm saying. Loomion showing a bare gesture of looking around. To him, who darkly tells him there is no way, Shuiming still speaks without breaking his confidence.

"Oh, I'm here. The mastermind."

"... where the hell is such a person?

"You know, if there's only us and you here, the answer's one, right?

To Shuiming's words, Loomion laughs as if he heard even a bad joke when he gives a look that was taken aback for a moment.

"You're not gonna tell me that the killer is me, are you?

"Unfortunately, I can't believe it."

"No, you're a goat. What are you talking about? You don't think I'd do such a damn thing, do you?

"It's not convincing for the killer to say that, is it?

Loomion, who had a troubled grin on Shuiming's provocative narrative, tightens his loose mouth as he shrugged. Raise your glasses and fix that position Loomion. The signs of calm remained intact, but the friendly atmosphere that had existed earlier had disappeared.

"Hmm... sounds like you have a lot of confidence, but you think there's a reason I'm the killer?

"Rationale. There's a reason."

"If there is, let me ask you something.

To the words, Shuiming tells us how she came to an answer.

"The first thing that caught me was when me and Fermenia came here before"

"- Is it because I told you about dark magic? So treating me like a killer would be short notice."

Before Shuiming finishes her explanation, Loomion covers her words all she says is that she has guessed what she wants to say. Keep it up, he sighs sick of it.

"Isn't it abusive to decide that I'm the killer because I knew about dark magic? How much do you know about dark magic around the world?

"No. Exactly. I wouldn't treat the killer because I knew that, too. Surely you're right, there are people everywhere who know about this world, this dark magic."

"Then."

"But you told us something else then, didn't you?

"Something else?

To Loomion, who looked surprised without any thought, Shuiming said,

"It's called strengthening dark magic."

"... Speaking of which, I remember you saying. The words the killer added after the spell were barbaric names. But what is it? No way, you knew about the barbarian name, so you think I'm suspicious?

"Yes. When I asked Liliana, she said the words were taught from behind the scenes."

"So you knew the barbarian name, that I was the killer? Isn't that the same story you said earlier about dark magic?"

That's what Romion says, exhales a grand sigh.

"Mr. Goat, shall we stop now? I'll forget what you said earlier."

A friendly sound returns to Romion's voice. The way he smiles like trouble again and suggests listening because he thinks it's bullshit, he does look harmless.

"Hey, Mr. Secretary. I just wanted to make sure, how did you explain this to us before? Can you tell me again?

Now when I was frightened by the question of Mizumi, I answered with irritation and cloudiness the exhaling breath, Romion.

"... a barbarian name is a wording that strengthens the dark magic that has long been passed down to this world. It's been a long time since we lost it, but when we amplify the power of darkness and suffer the magic of darkness enhanced by it, we do great harm to the human body. That's..."

"Right there. That's weird."

…………

Suddenly Rohmion silences himself on the allegations put in by Mizumi. But soon, he turns his sharp gaze and asks where the doubt comes from.

"I'm the goat. You have no idea what you're talking about. How can you say that what I'm saying is not right? There's a saying that it's been a long time since they lost it."

"First of all, I'll tell you, I'm not from this world. He's the one who followed me with the brave man he called in Astel."

To Shuiming's remarks, Loomion gives a little surprise, but a face that he immediately says he knows.

"... Speaking of which, there were rumors in Astel that there was an accident when you summoned a brave man. But that doesn't seem to matter right now?

"It doesn't have to be. That's surprisingly relevant."

"Relationship…"

"Yes. In the first place, that word is one of the mysterious rhetorical techniques in our world."

Listening to the exposition of Sumiaki, the extra colour is lost from Loomion's face, and becomes more rugged.

"I don't know what you're basing your assertion on, but maybe it's not just in your world, is it? Sometimes this barbaric name is born in other worlds, just as there is the same technology in different worlds"

"Right. You're right, I can't even imagine that concept was born in this world. But unfortunately, it doesn't seem like it."

"How can you say that? Are you telling me that you followed the origins of the barbarian name of this world?

"No, you don't have to do that."

Whenever Shuiming overlaps his remarks, does Loomion become more caustic or restless? He thumps his finger on the back of the chair he had at hand and emits a sharp interrogation.

"Why?

To the question, Mizumi laughs as if she had been asked what she found out. And

"- Well, you just said nomina barbara, nomina barbara."

――――

The words make Loomion's face even more rugged. But soon he tries to open his mouth to argue with something, but Shuiming ignores it and rolls out the words.

"Normally, human beings summoned from different worlds using the magical formation of the Yingjie summons can hear the language of this world being converted into their native language. But in fact, you, the inhabitants of this world, are not speaking 'our language', so the movement of your mouth remains compliant with the language of this world. But as you just said, if the concept of barbaric name was born in this world, the words I can hear would be Japanese, and your mouth movement would be something I've never seen before. It would conform to the language of this world. But the way your mouth moves, oddly enough, when you look familiar. When you do, you'll have one answer, won't you?

"Ah, so that's when you asked me my barbarian name."

You understand, Liliana also raises her awareness voice. Yes, that's why Mizuming asked Liliana when she heard about the mastermind. I say the barbarian name in Japanese, but even when I say it in Latin, to see if it makes sense.

"Yes, there is no such word in this world. Word in my world makes the movement of my mouth familiar. Then, | isn't it weird how much you, the inhabitants of this world, know about it?

To Shuiming's point, but Loomion returns the point that there is a hole.

"But you can't limit the killer to me, can you? This world has long been subpoenaed by many brave men. Can't you imagine this barbaric name coming from a brave man from your world and spreading it from time immemorial?

To the words, Shuiming scratched her head behind her whimsically,

"Oh. And by the way, when was the last time a brave man was summoned?

…………

"I don't know if you don't know, but if you don't want to tell me, I'll tell you instead. If what I or Fermenia looked into fits, they say the last time a brave man was summoned was over a hundred years ago. Regardless, the Salvation Church and the Wizard's Guild strictly control Yingjie's summons, so there are no summonses other than records."

Mitsumi releases her tongue-in-cheek words to Loomion, who says nothing in silence.

"The notion of that barbaric name came out in the world in a time when Crowley was alive. About a hundred years ago (...), it was actually fifty years before Kenneth Grant established the concept and there it began to be used. See, then your words will be a lie."

So, as Shuiming said that a different mystery (where it happened) had surfaced, he clasped his shoulders,

"Well then why is the barbarian name in this world... well that's fine. What matters right now is that he who knows the concepts that are not supposed to exist in this world is in this empire besides me and you."

…………

Loomion leaning down. I don't know what kind of emotion you're hiding behind your glasses or what you think you can't see in your face. But Shuiming reads it's still too early for conception and keeps pursuing it.

"Let's stop shirazu now, Mr. Secretary. From what I've heard, you've come to this Imperial capital about the time the coma started. You want me to code when the case starts and when it does?

Even though Shuiming asks, Loomion does not respond.

"Do you have proof?

"No, that's not it at all. We have to move before we can get a decision."

Yes, Shuiming confesses a handful of deficiencies in the filling. But even if there is nothing like it, it will never be to your disadvantage. Because,

"I'm not a detective. I'm not good at figuring out logic, and I'm speculative right now. If they say there's a hole, all the current stories will be meaningless. But I'm a detective. I don't have to be a magician. In our world, there's also the art of forcing other people's memories out, right? And."

In a moment, battle courtesy of the black suit, Mizumi. It is the bright red eyes lit by flames that certainly reveal that they are not ordinary people.

"- Either way, it's quicker to sue this way."

If you've coded it so far, there's not much evidence, but the killer can't go wrong with this elf guy. Then it is not necessary to distract others from memories.

Eventually, I hear applause. He was applauding the eagle as the overturned Romion praised the fact that he had found the killer, as if he were a teacher praising his students.

Liliana, aware of the meaning of the behavior, gives Loomion a bewildered look.

"Clerk,. You are."

"- No, you weren't expecting the goat to be the person you were summoned to be."

"Did you tell us about the barbarian name in the library or did you come here to advise us to keep us away from the case?"

"Yeah, I am. You outsmarted Liliana's fortified dark magic and crossed each other with Her Royal Highness Princess Graziella in spite of that deep. I didn't want to set things up if I could, either. Well, I didn't expect that to come out the back."

"I told the Alliance wizards where I was, and I leaked it to the army."

"Yes, as you can see, it's me."

Liliana turns to Loomion with her fearful eyes.

"... why did you use me?

"What, simply me, was in the way of the nobility that you wanted to do something about. Besides, you had the power of darkness."

The power of darkness, the resentment drawn from the outside world, swelled rapidly as Romion spoke out. Can this man use dark magic, too? Eventually, the darkness behind him will stain the precipitated black, forming stiffness of force like a pan on the part.

"I've been studying the power of darkness for a long time. I was just recently trying to find out what would happen to organisms in tune with the forces of darkness."

Shuiming, who guessed in Romion's story, punches his tongue with an uncomfortable face.

- Is that a barbaric name?

"Exactly. Using a barbarian name, you are more affected by the power of darkness than you would normally use dark magic for the power of darkness to be amplified. Especially Liliana, who was originally in tune with the darkness, was an ideal subject for this experiment, even with my purpose. That's why I instigated, manipulated, and used you as a bad person to make a case."

"Well..."

Was the outrageous Romion confession more shocking to her than she could have imagined? With a trembling hand, I cling to the water. Meanwhile, Shuiming turned his contempt eyes,

"Oh man, I thought it was inferior, but that's it..."

"If you are a wizard, the quest for knowledge is natural. You are the same wizard. [M] You know how I feel."

"Hmm - don't be with me, outer road. I don't think you want the truth until you're off the road."

"You don't have to hide anything. Even you don't want to know what kind of monster a human being would be in tune with the power of darkness? You want to know, right? You'd be excited just to think about it, wouldn't you? Ha ha ha!

The groaning voice of Romion, who took in the power of darkness and became deaf. Behind it, Low.

There was another shaking hidden in sight from what Mion had produced.

... Has this man already been taken in by a collective trying to make his sinful appearance present? I don't know if this was meant to be or not.

Shuiming asks Loomion, as he said in his last question.

"... after all, what did you want to do by studying the power of darkness?

"It's what I found out! If we can figure out the dark magic, we can still save many who suffer from the power of darkness! That's why I want to know what the forces of darkness do! I want to pursue it! I want to get that power!

"Huh..."

It was puzzling that Liliana floated in the ruptured narrative of Romion.

I want to save those who suffer. His hopes did exist in the madness of laughter caught in the power of darkness. Even though that is undoubtedly the right he mysteriously sought, what he is doing is the opposite, buried in the wrong process. Rohmion, who now feeds on his magic, expands the power of darkness. By the way, when reason faded and he ended up being a broken doll who lived only for a purpose, Shuiming turned his eyes to pity.

"... well. You were the one who lost..."

The sorcerer seeks the truth, and he seeks his ideals for the truth. However, in the long pursuit of one's ideals, there are also those who, by touching numerous mysteries and being influenced by them, gradually diminish themselves. In particular, those who live long are marked by it, and its end, without exception, becomes a mismatch of purpose and means.

And this man who now turns himself in malice may have had such thoughts one day.

"Come on! Both of you, die in sin here!

A mixed voice of joy pronounces the death penalty. The sound of magic spitting out, which became an evil roar and blew, echoed in the library.