There was an angel in front of me.
A bloody white boy with slightly more habitual light chestnut hair and deep blue eyes.
"... this is me, what is it?"
He found an old hand mirror on the tool shelf in the corner of the temple.
I tried to make sure I was lucky with this, but it was cuter than I thought.
"Well,"
Of course there will be a few percent more cuteness now that I'm a kid.
Everybody, cuteness is increased by ten percent in childhood.
Even a man with a sticky beard face, if he turns the album on, his childhood is adorable.
"……… yeah."
I gently returned the hand mirror to its original location.
Then hold your hand, open it. Grip, open.
Small, plump and soft hands.
It's my hand.
... a year from that day.
Surprisingly, since that day, when I accepted my current name and body as myself, the conflicting sensations of physical manipulation have rapidly dissipated.
The feeling of physical manipulation faded once before I died, and now these little hands and feet are my hands and feet. Consciousness and flesh engage firmly.
I soon learned to walk according to them, so that I could start my words with each passing word.
The past year has been devoted to repeating walking exercises and talking to Maries to learn the words and their pronunciation.
Is it because my body is still small and my head is stubborn?
It may also be because of immature vision, sense of equilibrium, muscles, etc.
Finally, my tolerance for pain is still weak, and if I fall, I will naturally cry.
But we're making a little progress.
Although progress may be natural as a toddler, progress is nonetheless progress.
From where I can only crawl and cry, I should be able to attend kindergarten and nursery school.
So it's time to take on the next challenge.
I decided to live in this world. [M]
So first you make a decent body, one at a time, learn, remember.
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"Hmm, he wants to learn to write……………?
One of the small rooms, some behind the temple.
stone wall. There were small wooden chairs and a little writing desk, and some beds seemed comfortable in the alcove that had the walls tucked away.
And in front of my eyes, an ill-eyed bigoted eagle-nosed grandfather is rubbing his jaw as he arms around me.
Its body, woven with loose robes, is translucent.
It is gaseous and doesn't have a touch. Is it a spirit body?
I mean, so-called ghosts. Ghost.
"Yeah. Please, Gus"
His name is Gus. Correctly, it's called Augustus, but it's a long time, so everyone, including Marie, reads it under the abbreviation.
I'm asking him to teach me the letters right now.
Regardless, to be honest, more than letters, there are many things I would like to ask about this world and the memories of my previous life.
But even if a young child asks about it in an immature vocabulary, what's wrong with it will be taken care of accordingly.
Let me give you an example.
He said to the toddler, "Why is the sun shining?" Will any adult begin to talk about astronomy, physics, and the theory of nuclear fusion?
Rather, the majority of adults would respond in such conditions as "The Sun works hard to keep everyone warm".
In fact, I tried to ask questions about the world lightly before, but it got flushed at that rate.
So that kind of question is still too early.
That kind of story needs to be heard correctly after I have gained some knowledge and recognized that I am the right person for the conversation.
"Hum, letters. Letters. I don't want to do anything that's not even gold. And at your age, it's too early."
"But I'm curious."
"It's still early."
Snug, he waves at the annoying smell.
Unlike Marie, the mummy who takes care of something, or Brad, the skeleton who takes care of something, this ghost gas is pale against me.
I'm fine with it and make it evil, and I sometimes refuse to be depressed even if I ask for something.
There is also the arrogance and bigotry of character, a little distance from normal...... but if you say who is smart among the three, I think it is definitely him.
Quite a bit of learning can come from the language and the rhetoric.
"But I'm curious."
"Shut up."
"Hey! If you're curious -! Ooh hey hey!!
So I tried Gone like a child.
Screw all the waste.
... It's been a long time since I've been childish like this and sweet on my parents.
I kind of miss it and it's getting a little fun.
"Hey! Hey, hey, hey! Gus, please! Ooh hey hey!!
Oh, hey, hey! Oh, my God.
I'm really like a child.
There must be many aspects of the spirit being pulled by the flesh today.
"............... uh, already! Okay, okay, wow."
He sighs and Gus looks at me, blurring.
"Oh boy, you want to learn the letters"
"Yeah."
I don't really understand the letters in this world.
"Hmm, I'll see you then."
As Gus reaches out to the bookshelf between the walls of the small room, a book comes up and stops by.
I wonder if it's motivation.
There are ghosts, so I'm not even surprised by the paranormal these days that there would be about that.
"Let's start by reading the letters."
There was a list of alphabetical characters on the open page.
But...
"Yeah? That's okay"
"You think you're gonna be okay? What's wrong with you?"
"Well, you can read it now."
I already know that.
He spent over a year in a temple carved with paintings and letters on relief everywhere, listening to three conversations.
It is somewhat grasp by illuminating the frequency of various sounds in the speech and the frequency of the use of characters in the text.
When I said "e" in English, it was the most frequent pronunciation, so I applied the area from there and the rest was quick.
That's why I can read it now.
"…………………?
The gas is pounding in front of me.
"'Cause I can already read it"
"……… read this sentence"
"'The fragrant flowers are blown by the wind and scattered brightly in colour. This world also shifts, just like my raw'...... right?
There is no such thing.
"... Brad or Marie taught you?
"No, I'm not. I listened to everyone, I saw the letters, I thought to myself."
Life in the temple is less exciting, and you're free.
I had time to think about it, so I could work on it with a puzzle feeling.
"……………… Will"
Gus had been thinking about it for a while, but eventually he asked me seriously.
"Well, what do you care?"
"It's at God's or something, a beautiful, complicated one"
There is no doubt that the letters of this world are very basic in deciphering the texts carved into the various parts of the temple.
Undoubtedly, there are suddenly complicated hieroglyphics in the relief of the gods.
That's what I don't know. What is it and what is it to read, or is it like a decoration...
"The Word of Creation, an ancient magic letter?"
"Yes, Mahou."
… has magic come to the creation?
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"Hmmm. What did you explain from………………"
"From the beginning."
Anyway, let's get you talking from the start.
Fortunately, there are times when I am young, and this body of mine is better remembered now, and if I can't remember it, I can ask as many times as I want.
"Well, it'll be a long story. The old, the old, the old, the beginning of the world.
The world still swirled with heat without the great mana keeping its shape, boiled like a cauldron. "
... I didn't expect to be talking about creating heaven and earth all of a sudden.
"That's where it starts?
"Um, that's where it starts.
But Gus was serious.
"In the midst of chaos, the first god appeared.
God said, 'That is the earth'.
Then mana stirred at God's feet, and it became the earth.
From the top of God's head, Mana faded and became the sky.
Thus the heavens and the earth were divided.
The name of this god is not passed on, it is just called the Creator God or the Original God. "
... Biblical mythology or something similar to the creation of heaven and earth in Greek mythology.
"Then the Creator God uttered the Word, and carved out the signs, and made the sun and the moon to separate the day from the night, and gathered water to separate the sea from the earth.
Fire was born, wind was born, trees were born.
And the gods were born, and men and animals were born.
And when God the Creator created the world, he was satisfied with his beauty, and he murmured without my knowledge, 'Good'.
But making something 'good' is also making something 'bad'. If the earth hardens, we can make heaven.
That is how malice was born, and so were the wicked gods.
The Creating God tries to undo the word, but he can't even do it to the gods, such as put the already spoken word back into his mouth.
And the Creator God was harmed by the wicked gods, and life and death were born.
And the age of mythology by so many gods begins... "
Here Gus cut the words and took a breath.
"The words and signs used to create the heavens and the earth are the words of creation, the ancient magical language."
I see, is that how it connects?
"I mean, the phrase that made the world?
"Oh, you're right. These words and signs... I mean, not letters. Words and letters have power."
Strength.... strength.
"What can you do?
"Fumu, that's right. Bye......"
He gassed and made the universe dance his fingers.
Strange phosphorescence resides at your fingertips, and as phosphorescence leaves its trajectory along the movement of your fingers, streamlined and complex hieroglyphics are depicted in the air in two letters.
A finger moved and the last point was struck by the letter.
"Wow!"
At that moment, I glanced.
The letters depicted in the universe suddenly became a radiant red flame.
The flames are in the air, burning red. Via the air, heat is transmitted. It's a real flame.
"Already?
With that said, Gus murmured in his mouth about something, a melodic musical phrase with one verse, two verses.
Then the fire that was supposed to have burned out, as if everything had been an illusion.
I stared at it as if I had been fascinated.
Magic.
It's not a trick or anything, it's real magic.
There is magic in this world.
Awesome. Somehow, awesome.
... I would argue that horror and magic are different, although this may now be the case at a time when there are ghosts and moving skeletons and mummies.
"…… Do you understand?
If you draw the hieroglyphics of "being" and "flame," the flame is defined as there and burns up.
If you say the words' erase 'and' flame 'to extinguish the flame against it, the flame will go away.
This is the Word of Creation, most commonly known as Magic, in Ancient Language Magic.
At that time, what I associate with was the Magic that I saw in a somewhat obsolete fantasy novel or something, rather than the Magic of Computer Games.
An old mystery lurking in the world, not a kind of move that consumes points and releases them effortlessly, but must not be handled in a casual way.
The ghost of the old man with the eagle nose, who talks about the strange one in the dim room of stone, had such an atmosphere of association.
"But this" Word of Creation "is inconvenient.
You must be too powerful to remain a regular writer or conversation. Even the Creator created evil gods who cut off their own lives by their own rudeness. "
Yeah, that certainly is.
I can't write "flame" and suddenly burn, or take a note.
It's extremely inconvenient, and it inhibits the development of civilization and daily life before that.
"So Enright, the God of Knowledge of the Ship's Eye, chose with that thought twenty consonants and five vowels.
"The Word of Creation broke the letters and pronunciations to avoid daring to pronounce itself, creating a disturbed, misused language."
I see.
In Japanese, "The Word of Creation" is kanji. Writing this kanji around is dangerous with flames and explosions.
So the clever god broke up the letters and created the kanji letters... Well, "Kanji Language" is not a syllable character, but a phoneme character, so it's more of an alphabet than a kanji character.
Whatever it was, I mean, it wasn't that a completely different language was mixed in a symbolic sense, it was the same root language.
Kanji, I guess. That's why.
"What Oodle read was" Language of Manners, "and what he couldn't read was" The Word of Creation, "the great magical letters of the ancient times, and the signs of the gods.
It's engraved in the temple so that it doesn't put a strikeout line in it, dare to misrepresent some of it, or design it to extremes to activate the effect. "
I see. If breaking a letter prevents the effect from being activated, can it also be broken and carved to such an extent that it can discern the original letter?
That's why I dare to inscribe the Word of Creation… If I listened, I would somehow understand.
"The Word of Creation is closer to God than the Word of God.
It makes no sense to inscribe characters that relate to or symbolize God in a temple to honor and offer God. You know what I mean? "
"Yeah, I know.
I snort.
It was a very convincing story.
"- Hmm, well, Will. In the first place, do you know how words can have such power?
Gus laughed and asked.
Hmm, in this case, I mean, where I want to make it a gas problem......
"Because words are what separates and distinguishes us from the way we see things?
Although I remember reading about it in something, it was also said in the original world that it was perception, representation, and so on.
For example, when we look at "Four-legged Round Chair in Wood," I think it's "chair," no matter what color it's in, what kind of wood it's made of, it's not supposed to be the same as one. Comes to the category 'Chairs'.
I also don't normally recognize it as "Four Sticks" and "One Round Plate," nor do I think of it as a board or a "desk" on the same four legs.
Even if I look at someone sitting in a round chair, I recognize them as "chairs" and "humans" rather than "wood and humans combined".
Of course, if you dare to look at it differently, it will also be seen as' four sticks' and 'one round plate', and as' a collection of many wood fibers'.
Like 'this chair' and 'that chair', we can also distinguish between 'chairs' in the same category, respectively.
But in any case, we label words to categorize chaotic and obscure worlds and conceptualize them for easy recognition. I can't live without it.
Like earlier myths of Genesis, words are powerful things that separate the world from obscure chaos.
It's been a long thought, but I mean, what can I say to Gus...
"Well, all kinds of chairs aren't the same chair as one, but I think we're all chairs.
The chair is made of wood, but not like a desk made of the same tree.
But what's the difference between a desk and a chair? I could use a chair as a desk. [M]
But the chair is not a desk, and the desk is not a chair. When it comes to why it is, it's because the words are so separated.
So words have the power to separate the world...
... Well, that's the thing. "
There's a chance he's asking something else more because it's an ambiguous question, but maybe this is the answer.
I'm thinking a lot more about it in my head, but there are aspects of it that I still don't have enough vocabulary to put into words.
If you think, for example,
…………
He was so surprised. Gus opened his eyes and let his mouth pound.