My sister-in-law has become a brave man.

The Third Day of the Other World

I just blew "Heavenly Sounds and I Like Sweet Things" into some of the Tanuki Oyaji, and the next morning, a ton of sweetness gathered at us.

Many of them are raw fruit or honey pickled fruit.

This world doesn't seem to have any cookies or cakes.

It is a bit of a tough tokoro for modern high school girls.

In the meantime, the two sisters talk with that sweetness you didn't hesitate to have, having a morning cup of tea.

Heavenly Sound said they will meet with all of their chosen squire today before scheduling what they will be taught.

Heh. Training.

When I handed Heavenly Sound over to the prince who picked me up a while later and dropped him off, I handsomely took the sweetness and took it to the tenderness of the maids.

Women's information networks are the strongest in every world.

And they like sweets.

I thought he'd scold me if I found him wandering, and provide sweetness to the maids at a secret tea party.

That way I could hear the irony of the castle's general force map by the end of the day and where the library room was hidden (this is unknown as true or false) that seemed to suck that I couldn't leave in the library room.

Day Four of the Other World

I dropped off the heavenly noise that I had started my training, went to the library and opened the book, but was depressed like an asshole when I realized I couldn't read the letter at the heart. (Think about yourself.

I just appreciate the spoken word going through, but this is a huge problem.

I was having another tea party with the maids to gather information, wondering what was going on, and I heard an interesting story.

"[Bloody Magic Book" Bloody Grimoire "]?"

"It's a letterless book of magic (Grimoire), and they say it will. But the will is so strong that there is not one wizard who can make them obey, and they are all dead?

The maid who talked to me sifted.

The maids around you look a little scary, excited face.

Sounds like one of those bizarre conversations.

"It's a book without letters."

"That's where they care... Perhaps it just doesn't look like something unqualified, they say.

It seems that the "will” of the Book of Magic will choose the place.

If I were qualified, would you tell me the letter?

I was also curious..., no, I was moved by my intellectual exploration, and I snuck into the treasure trove late at night to look for it, which the old freaky nobleman dedicated to the king.

Use your perverted eyes to look for a magically closed treasure trove loophole and enter across the “darkness”.

I was quite alert from time to time, but without anyone noticing me, the intrusion was a success.

Gold and silver treasures, looked around the treasure trove where the word was appropriate, and realized that there were two things of interest.

One is a black bracelet buried in gold coins right next to it.

Made of black stone (Obsidian), it has beautiful, very delicate watermark carvings with angelic feathers.

I don't usually have any interest in accessories, but I strangely liked why, so I took them and put them on my arm.

Perfect size. Fine. This.

Keep it hidden under your clothes and decide to take it home.

(Guilt? What's so good about it?

The other is an old book in a glass case in the back.

Embellished in thick covers are emeralds and rubies, sapphires and topaz, diamonds and crystals of various colors... and, well, what a fancy book.

Besides, each of those gems has dark colored air, so it's probably got some pretty strong magic.

And above all, it was the white cloth that was wrapping the book around the cross and sealing it.

It matches the characteristics found in the rumors.

Is this the sealed book of magic, the [bloody book of magic]?

"Come."

Stretch out your palm and manipulate “Darkness," calling the book in the glass case.

He disappeared so that he could disappear, and it fell into my hand a moment later.

The white cloth that was tying the book was soaked black the moment it touched me, and it became like ash and collapsed.

... oh.

I'm starting to look like a real outsider, too.

What an emotional sigh I opened the book, the moment.

I was standing in a place where I didn't know where I was again.

Originally it was a giant building made of stone, like a ruin.

The sky is dark, with no moon or stars.

Coquettes stuck to just crumbling columns and walls, glowing pale.

- - Open the door and ask the man.

The words have echoed directly into my head.

A strange voice, neither young nor old, neither man nor woman.

... No.

“Will".

- Do you want knowledge?

I don't want it.

In the meantime, if you're gonna give it to me, I'll take it.

- - I understand.

The answer came back light.

Huh?

That's all?

- - I'm a water bottle. Let me write down and give you knowledge of your vessel.

Second, the "will" to laugh at the hissing.

- It is your vessel that you will receive without madness.

Is this the selection of qualifications?

... you haven't chosen Omae, have you?

If you survive without madness, do you qualify?

It's a mess.

Consciousness is about to be crushed by the vast amount of knowledge that has been pouring in rapidly.

What a rambling...

That's all I thought, and sank in the knowledge that was poured into me.