No Fatigue: 24-jikan Tatakaeru Otoko no Tenseitan

The arch at the entrance to the Royal Library Labyrinth is decorated with ancient magic letters.

But most scribes who walk in and out of here can't read that ancient magic letter.

But once I decrypted the ancient magic letters left by the fairy, I can read what it says.

”Leave the ignorant."

The fact that many of the clerks dive into the library labyrinth without being able to read this sentence doesn't make me feel a little sarcastic, if you think about it.

It should be noted that the materials of the Library Labyrinth are described in modern Marquecto common language rather than ancient magic letters, at least as far as they have been discovered. Although this is also strange, few people cared about it, as it is about a monstrous library where historical books that no one is supposed to have written have been added at some point.

"- Stop!"

As I crept through the arch and approached the entrance to the library - a huge steel door more than three metres high - the knight standing there stopped me.

"This is not a children's playground. I don't know which nobleman's bonbong, but I left."

The knight who tells me horizontally must be out of quite a family aristocracy.

However,

"Is the knight a newbie?

"... what's wrong with that?

To the knight who looks troublesome, I tell him out of my pocket - making it look like - out of dimensional storage - while taking out something like a key.

"Then you can't help it. Look at this?

"This is - four teeth! 5th Floor Solo Reacher!? Such a child!?"

A knight raises his voice in amazement.

There are ancient relics called bibliokies. Looks like a golden key about the size of an extra in the palm of my eight or nine year old.

Precisely, the locks that produce this key are more ancient artifacts, and the key seems to be its product, but this biblio key is also very roughly treated as an ancient artifact.

This bibliokee increases the teeth of the key as if it were a symbol that manifests the wind power of the previous life, according to the hierarchy reached by the holder. Since there are no teeth in the first layer and one tooth in the second layer, there are four teeth in the fifth layer.

So far, the only owners of the four teeth should be me and Brother David.

"But even the Children's Clerk shouldn't have had such a young child..."

"I'm not a children's secretary. I'm diving with the king's special permission. Didn't you get a call from your predecessor?

"Mm... Speaking of which, there are odd children in and out who are not clerks, but I have permission, so I told them to go through..."

"Well, it's no problem, is it?

"Ugh, um..."

A knight gives me permission to cross with a face like one picked by a fox.

... You're a little anxious. Maybe you should talk to the king later and ask him to stop talking to this knight.

When I safely entered the library labyrinth, I searched the entrance hall for the Bibliokee locks.

The entrance hall is a little hall that is likely to open even at the ball. There were numerous doors lined the back of the hall, each with a Bibliokee lock.

I stabbed a bibliokee in the lock of a door marked "5" with ancient magic letters. You don't have to turn the key. Apparently this ancient artifact has become a magical authentication device, which automatically discerns that the bibliokee is authentic and its owner is the person. The authentication went fine and the door in front of me opened. Behind the door was a box-shaped room with about two metres of square windows. When I get into it, the room starts accelerating smoothly underground. Yes, this guy is an elevator of ancient relics installed on a hierarchical basis.

Soon I was arriving at the fifth floor of the library labyrinth.

I just got here for the first time yesterday. Believing in the function of the Library Labyrinth of being guided to the knowledge I seek, I will continue down the corridor filled with the shelves on the fifth floor.

Then,

"You're the keeper now."

In the library labyrinth there exists a golem called the Keeper at the main points.

Even when I say golem, I think it looks more like a round cylindrical robot that came out of an old SF movie than a rock giant. I mean, it just seems like a robot to me, but the scribes are pulling a concept close to common sense in this world to see it as a golem for convenience.

Behind that watchman is a barrier of grey, polarized light that prevents the watchman from passing without acknowledging the visitor as qualified.

In the past, they had a scribe who tried to destroy the watchman, but said the scribe was moved outside the labyrinth after being restrained by the watchman and then was never allowed into the library labyrinth again.

As I watched the Keeper, the Keeper spoke from somewhere in his body.

"- Ask those who seek knowledge. Remind your brain of the relationship between thunder and magnet."

and thus the watchman asks about the knowledge of the visitor.

You don't have to answer the question verbally. Just imagine it is enough. It's easier not to have to answer, but on the contrary, it's not good for deception. Someone will tell you the answer, and you won't be able to answer it exactly.

Nevertheless, this issue was easy to ask. For the development of the Electromagnetic Barrier, considerable research has been carried out on the relationship between electricity and magnetism. On top of that, I had done a lot of experiments in [electromagnetic magic] and also trained in "electromagnetic barrier," so I had come to know it better as a physical sensation than reason. Instead, on the contrary, it's harder for me to dig in and be asked about the formation and mythology of this world.

- The wise will not be given knowledge.

As the watchman slipped through the floor without making a sound and made way for me, the barrier of light that was in the front disappeared.

Apparently, they got a pass judgment.

However,

"Wise guy...... but isn't knowledge the only thing you have to give to the unwise?

I have zero questions from before.

In this system of library labyrinths, the "clever" become more and more clever, and the "not clever" are left behind. The dimensions of the knowledge you have differ greatly between the scribes who have reached the fourth level and those who have reached the fifth level. No matter how many fourth tier reachers we collect, it just means that one fifth tier reacher is no match at all in terms of knowledge.

"Perhaps that means that deep down, dangerous knowledge is asleep..."

I twitch and go on through the library labyrinth.

The aisle I'm walking in right now, although it's the high ceiling, is pretty compressive because it's only about two meters wide. All the left and right walls are bookshelves, all the more so because they are tightly packed with books there.

Staring at the back of the book, he slowly progresses, and occasionally when he finds a book that seems right for the purpose, he takes it out with the mindfulness of the (Psychic) and turns it apart (the bookshelf is too high to reach it).

It may seem daunting, but in fact, this library, it seems, has the nature of "easy to find the material you're looking for," and even if you're looking appropriately, you have a good chance of attracting the book you're looking for. Most importantly, they wouldn't work this nature without some concrete image consolidation about the material they're looking for, so in the end, regular authentic research will say something. Convenient but not easy, it's like going "No King's Road to Academics" on the ground. As far as I'm concerned, who designed this library labyrinth? I can't help but pay tribute to

Would that have gone on for about fifteen minutes? At the end of the aisle, I saw the lights. That's what they call a "browsing room" among the scribes. It is present in the main points of each hierarchy, with spaces for self-study and simple living spaces.

The Library Labyrinth scribes are each stepping into the study of library materials on a daily basis, in a "browsing room" at a point that suits their level. They have something like implicit nawabari for each scribe, and shallow scribes of the year are supposed to avoid the browsing room used by veteran scribes. It seems unreasonable at first sight, but there is also a reasonable reason that the secretary's specialty should not be worn too much because the knowledge stored in the library is vast and diverse.

Nevertheless, this is the front line - the fifth floor. Don't worry about the browsing room.

I thought so, and I stepped into the browsing room without saying hello.

Then,

"- Oh?"

There was a client in the browsing room who wasn't supposed to be there.

She's a calm girl with three long flax hair braids. Are you about 16 or 7 years old? The outfit has a loose hemp top with a long skirt and a large shawl on the shoulder.

Look at her, I had multiple questions on my mind.

For example:

"... why are you wearing glasses?

Yes. The girl was wearing big round glasses. Because the lens has a light blue color, it doesn't feel wild for its size. Streamlined frames go hand in hand, and rather even have a near-future impression. In a plain look, it feels like only these glasses are floating.

The grey blue eyes in the back of my glasses pointed upwards at me tilting my neck.

The eyes hidden in the glasses are large and sparkle as if they represent the strength of curiosity.

Seeing it this way, she's a pretty girl. She has plain hair and clothes, but doesn't even seem like such a made plain, like a famous model or actress hiding her identity.

"Eh, that's because my eyes aren't very good"

The girl tilted her little neck and replied so.

"That's not what I'm saying. I've only recently developed glasses, and only Brother David should be using them in Wangdu."

"What... oh really... then (...), this is an ancient relic. It's a family heirloom handed down to us, isn't it?

"... is it a myopic lineage for generations?

"What?... That's right. It's a genetically ill-eyed lineage."

The girl's answer is somewhere out there.

Even if it's not Melvi, you'll find out the girl's lying.

"... are you the clerk? For what it's worth, I've never seen a face before..."

"Well, I'm, you know, a brilliant scribe, so I'm primarily exploring the deep."

"Deep down... the front line of current exploration is 3-3-6 on the fifth floor - which means here it is, right?

"Oh, really?! Wow, he's a good scribe even though he's young."

"No, I'm not a clerk, I'm just diving with permission from the king,"

It's all the more suspicious. I'm a six-year-old who gets special permission from the King to explore the front lines, and I'm pretty prominent in the library. There is no scribe who speaks out about me because a decree is laid down by the king, but that's not why you don't know me.

I see the girl again, seriously.

He loses money because of his big glasses and three knitting like a stereotype librarian in his previous life, but his face is fairly neat. If you dress properly, you'll go by with a beautiful girl that Jeremiah can't even beat. No, some boys would say, "This feels a little wild the other way around," so I'm not bluffing to call you a pretty girl even as I am now.

And I've been observing that, and I feel like I recognize that face on the pretend.

"... hey, haven't we met somewhere in a while?

You look like a nasty line to me.

"Oh, eh!? I don't think so...?

That's what the girl said most of the time.

... Hi, most of the girls seem to be from the beginning. I'm starting to wonder if you're lying or not.

"Hmmm......"

I'm not an official scribe, so I don't know the faces of all the scribes.

So it's not strange to have a scribe like her.

Of course, the question remains as to why we could have been ahead of this browsing room, which should have been the front line, but since the front line reporting is done by the scribe, it is not unlikely that there will be a scribe who will take the liberty of moving beyond the front line and shut up about it. Bibliokie wouldn't have much of a chance to show it to others if he hadn't been stopped by a security knight, like me.

But if she wants to hide it, she'll have to pry any further. I'm not in a position to say anything loud, nor do I look like I'm in danger to the girl in front of me. Besides, they should be checked at the library entrance in the first place.

"Ma, okay. More importantly, is this browsing room your nawabari already? I've been trying to find out about electromagnetism and machine making around here..."

If this is her nawabari, it will be a hassle.

"Yes, no, my Nawabari? That doesn't mean... right?

"But you're using this place, right? I don't know why you keep your mouth shut with the Command, but isn't that nawabari?

"Hey, Nawabari..."

The girl frowns at the root of her eyebrows and shuts up.

And

"I don't know, but this is a public place, so I don't think Nawabari or anything like that is a good idea! We all need to use it friendly."

"Well, that's a good argument."

No way, the "Nawabari" story doesn't make sense?

Of course, because it's an implicit promise, it's not surprising that there was a scribe who didn't know or didn't care.

"So, can I use this place?

"Ha, ha."

"No, what are you looking into? No, if I shouldn't ask, I won't."

"Am I…? I'm a little short of common sense, so I came here to make up for that..."

"J, common sense? But this is where the tech books are, right?

"Ahhh... so, you know, I got lost..."

"No, I was lost."

Instead, there are keepers and hierarchical keepers in the library labyrinth.

In order to come to this place, even if you're lost, you need to complete their questioning. Neither am I. It's hard to complete the Keeper's questioning unless I've done quite a bit of previewing, not just previous life knowledge. If you've cleared that up at first sight, the girl in front of you is likely to know more about what I want to know.

"... well, why don't you work with me?

"Heh? Ke, cooperating...?

"Oh. Whatever you are, you have an idea of the knowledge that's buried around here, don't you? So I want you to get in on a consultation to find the materials I need. On the contrary, I'm going to talk to you about common sense, which you want to find out."

Or is common sense something you can look into in the library?

The Royal Library Labyrinth is a treasure trove of knowledge, but whether there are any materials about common sense in Shirai. When it comes to history books for everything, it seems that no one should have written it, but the information is updated at some point, but I haven't heard of similar books about "common sense".

I was neglected about this world, too, so I looked into the area some years ago. In the end, however, we decided to give up looking for materials in the library to the very common sense conclusion that it was to communicate well with those close to us, such as Father, Mother, Steph and Jeremiah.

So if you want to know about common sense, I guess I can be quite helpful.

"Ho, it's true!

A girl comes up and asks me all the time.

"Oh, oh..."

"I get it! So please!

The girl says and puts her head down.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Edgar. Edgar Culver."

"I... well, call me Luce"

The girl smiling like that - Mr. Luce, it was like a flower had opened.

If you're getting a look at it,

- Ed, are you there?

I can speak from behind.

"Brother David"

It was Brother David who showed up in the browsing room from the labyrinth aisle.

My brother must have come later and successfully completed the Keeper's questioning earlier.

... but I wasn't worried at all.

Who the hell are you talking to?

"Ah, ah, the..."

My brother turns his gaze on me, Mr. Luce, and it solidifies me.

"They say Mr. Luce. When I got here, I was ahead of you."

"What... first? Oh, so this is her nawabari now?

"No, she doesn't care about Nawabari or anything. We were just talking about whether we could cooperate.

... and I'm sorry, Mr. Luce. This is my brother, David. "

"Oh, yes, nice to meet you. I was talking to Mr. Edgar."

To Mr. Luce, who answers that, your brother lurks his voice,

"... Ed, did you give her glasses?

"Yeah. She said it was a family heirloom to pass on to her house. Seems familiar around here in the labyrinth, so I was asked to help me find the materials. Instead, she wants you to tell me because she's oblivious to common sense."

When I said it, Brother David showed a little thought.

...... yeah. Needless to say, it's suspicious.

Nevertheless, Mr. Rouche himself does not look like a very bad man, so is there any circumstance to hide his identity?

Some aristocrats have children who cannot be put on the table due to various circumstances. I hate to talk about it, but they can be ugly in appearance, physically and mentally handicapped, suspicious if it really is the seed of our Lord, and they can lock their children up for life worrying about their "decency" as nobles. Such children are called "abominations," and they are not so rare in historical aristocracy.

Mr. Rouche didn't name his full name earlier. There, I'm sure there's some circumstance.

[Demon Eye of Truth] I think you can tell... I try not to use it much except in times of emergency and when I really want to know. If we talk polarily about something we're not supposed to know, they'll be suspicious. Because I'm a lousy liar, and I think I'm gonna get emotional and in my face.

Besides, I find it tempting to take a slight peek at the status, which is a chunk of personal information.

It was more than five years ago, but Priest Thoreau also told me to be cautious about the abuse of [appraisal]. A lot of people have secrets about their status, so in case they find out about their skills, they say they could get into serious trouble.

Brother David looks right at me.

When I snorted small, that's all your brother seemed to understand that I wasn't looking at the status. You nodded back, so I guess your brother thought my decision was reasonable too.

"Right. Mr. Luce, would you mind joining me on that story? Ed and I interact a lot of knowledge, and we often explore the same compartment."

"Yes, that's good. Wow, I won't miss you from now on!

That being said, Mr. Luce turned his full smile to Brother David this time.

When I looked up at my brother softly - there was an amazing sight there.

"Oh, oh, oh... oh, okay, yeah, yeah..."

Brother David, who was always calm and settled, was turning bright red.

The white skin under the glasses I gave you was boiled. It turned red like this.

"I, Boki..." No, I, uh, I, uh, I have some business to attend to today... sorry, Ed, I'll do another joint study. "

My brother had only seen me blatantly along the way.

"Oh, your brother's a regular clerk, so you're busy. I'll see you here next time, okay?

"Here, right here, right here. Here, please."

"Mr. Luce, can we feel like we're meeting in this browsing room for a while?

"Yes, that's fine. I'm usually around here."

'Cause, brother.

"Hey, what's 'cause' I don't know, Ed... anyway, I'm going..."

to Brother David, who tries to get back into the aisle with movements like a cuckoo and a robot,

"Really... that's a shame. Next time, thank you!

Mr. Luce flies a grin again.

"Oh, oh, it's nice to meet you... Ru, Luce,"

"Yes, Mr. David"

"Huh...!

With his face red, his brother exits with his best wishes.

On exit, he hit his foot on the edge of the bookshelf, but left the browsing room to escape without noticing.

"... what's going on? Your face seemed red, is it a cold?

Mr. Rouche puts on his little neck in a strange way.

"... it's not a cold, but it looks like you got another disease"

Doya, what about Mr. Luce's face? Mark was floating.

- Brother... you didn't have to do this for a second, did you?