Paladin of the End

Hyram, apparently quite a caretaker, offered to show the college to the library.

At that time, when I asked him if he could investigate and decipher the materials found at the base of the demons in the example, he also obtained pleasant consent for them.

I'll get you something later. How much is the price to thank for this kind of investigation?

"Wow, what!? What is that!? The doll is cleaning............!?

All in all, when the formal interaction came to a close, Vi became more aggressive.

I keep trying to remember everything I see, and I hear that.

"That's the golem that your predecessor, the Master of Signs, made. It's convenient."

The Highram walking down the corridor showed a doll sweeping the courtyard.

Somewhere feminine, it's a horribly artistically crafted doll... maybe a year or two into it.

However, he said that he was so obsessed with making things that had nothing to do with function... I wonder if his predecessors' Master of Signs were puppet biased (Pugmarianism) or something?

No, even if it wasn't, it's brilliantly sublimated as a study, so there's nothing wrong with it.

"What's that? That desk! What? I'm not sure what the length of my desk is! Wow!"

Ah, really.

It looks like an awesome long desk that could seat a hundred people, and it looks like a table that only seats about four or five people.

"Hahaha, isn't that strange?

I tour here and there like that, walking around the College grounds in surprise and admiration.

"That building over there is where the students live."

The College of the Wise (Academy) in White Sails brings together children considered to have magical talents from around.

They will be educated here and will remain college teachers, or wizards with lords and knights to be dispatched everywhere, etc...

"Speaking of which,"

How can you tell talent like that?

I've had Gus since I was a little girl, and he found talent and taught me, so it's refreshing.

Although it is easy to tell if you can see a fairy like Menel, and if you are a cleric, there is some revelation from God, so this is easy to understand again.

The talent of dealing with the Word of Creation is basically stretched with academic drilling. I was wondering if it would be difficult to discover......

"Oh, that's simple. The words of a child who has the gift of becoming a wizard are one or the other."

"Hira?

"Yes, we use the Word of Creation, but if we follow the provenance of the proverb, it will be there.

So it is extremely weak and powerful. … If you are a talented child, it happens naturally and quite a lot. "

"Oh, I know that, too. For example, yes..."

A child who is talented and still doesn't know how to control his powers.

When a child like that, for example, feels at some point and utters words of support, the opponent is unusually expensive and his abilities are amplified... or conversely, physical aggression occurs in a hateful bad mouth?

Children who are talented at handling the Word are accompanied by such a strange phenomenon that if they are not extremely silent children, they will generally know it by the time they reach the age of ten.

And children like that, outside the countryside so isolated from civilization, are understood to have wizard talent and are deposited with neighboring wizards.

"That's how wizards everywhere have networks, right?

Accept new disciples, or accommodate other wizards, grow up to some extent, and send them to some college if they seem promising...... "

In other words, in previous life, the wizard's brotherhood is primary education, and college is probably a place of higher education.

"Yes, there is some discernment in terms of talent…… whether there is a family business to inherit, or whether it is suitable as a temperament or not.

Some examples make you remember only the basics and the hearts and minds, and you'll be home soon. "

"Temperament…?"

"Yes, it's temperament. Some brains, some guts, some good vocalizations… they say the most important thing is temperament, or personality"

Hmm.

"We are told that the wizard is moderate or that something silent is right for him.

If I have a harsh temperament, I will use harsh language. If you get used to spitting out intense words, it will destroy you.

The Word is dangerous, and the temperament of passion cannot live long. "

Speaking of which, when the gas was also small, I think he said when it was, that anything that says the Word should not lie or speak ill.

Though I thought it was a normal educational word, that was, I mean, that's what happened.

... Was it trusted or was the gas a good addition or subtraction to get that important thing flowing light?

"Well, even if you accumulate too much poison in your mind, it can be a factor in the outburst, the source of the ruin.

… it's important to keep everything in balance. "

Highram shrugged his shoulder and said so.

Ha, and Vi is nodding as impressed.

I guess it's a valuable opportunity to hear about the sage of the college that lurks in the usual intense chatter.

"……… Well, we have arrived"

and the sound of shoes stops in front of one building.

Hyram spoke a little to the receptionist and explained us… he smiled softly and looked at me.

"Temple of the Holy Knight. Words can be lighter or heavier or dull or sharper depending on what they deal with.

… Yume, don't let yourself be engraved in your tongue. "

Leaving behind the alarming words, Hyram left with a floating foothold.

The look, the atmosphere, nothing different, but somehow, to him, Gus's back overlapped.

◆ ◆ ◆

- The library of the College of the Wise (Academy) was small.

Like a library in a public building. And that? And for a moment I thought, oh, I thought differently.

Printing technology was popular and the literacy rate was extremely high, which is strange because it compares to the memory of a large library in a previous life.

By this world standard, it's definitely big. Probably the best in the South Frontier Continent (Southmark).

…………

I'll try to turn some books around, but as expected, the basic textbooks for elementary school are wooden printed books, and many of the specialties are handwritten copies.

Probably a demand issue.

Sharpening the printed wood and printing the printed material will require a considerable amount of process and multiple personnel.

Unless it's a book that you can expect to sell to some extent, you can't recover the cost of putting it into sale.

Printing techniques and literacy rates are roughly correlated.

If printing technology increases, books become more popular everywhere at lower prices and literacy rates increase.

If the literacy rate increases, the demand for books will increase, and printing techniques will develop more.

I guess this world was before its correlated line of drawing jumped.

With that in mind, I turn to a few books for my hand and take a brief book on the magical history of printed things.

I have learned one street from Gus about magic, but I want to know how that changed in the course of 200 years.

With that in mind, I went to the browsing table and...

"Yaho."

Vi was sitting in a chair opening an old heirloom book of elaborate fittings.

Because it is a child's body, the feet are not about the floor, and it is fluttering, but it is not there that I was surprised.

"Read... more"

I almost shouted unexpectedly and hurriedly whispered.

"Can you read it?

"Actually, I can read it - this is it. Surprised?"

Vi laughs at him.

"It's like my hidden art.

I'm glad Will brought you here. Normally, you can't see inside the college, and it's tough to get into a library, even with an amazing bandit. "

I just wanted to see the Wizard's Academy, sung by different songs.

Though that seemed to be one of the aims, I didn't think that the wandering poet Vi could read the letters and was meant to hold books.

You're looking for a heritage book, which means……

"A repertoire of songs?

"Yeah, there must be a lot of records for college books."

That's what I said...

"Why, that much"

"Heh heh, Will. It's strictly forbidden to chat in the library, is it?

"Ugh."

Let's talk later, and Vi laughed like a prank.

◆ ◆ ◆

Eventually, we spent until dusk reading and borrowed a few books and we headed home.

"…… So."

"How can you get that far?

I nodded as I walked with him.

I wonder if there's a limit to saying that I'm craving a boulder for a professional pattern and a story.

"Hmm..."

Vi seemed to think a little.

Although usually cheerful and childish, Vi gives a much more grown-up vibe at times like this.

"Because... you don't want people who are gone to be forgotten, do you?

Vi snapped lonely.

Seeing the expression, I couldn't say anything and walked silently beside myself.

"…… Once upon a time, I traveled with a hero."

Well, even when I said hero, it was to the extent of a hero in the region or something, Bi says with a smile.

Those eyes are far away and seem to recall an old time somewhere.

"So, we came to each other's destinations, and they died right after we broke up there.

Fighting many demon raids, defending the town... "

"- That's"

"Oh, don't get me wrong. It's not like I'm dead.

Well, that's sad, but it seems like the hero was ready for that one day.

I don't have a hobby of saying what I'm prepared for from the side, either, do I? But... "

Vi's expression clouds.

"I'm not convinced the readiness will soon be forgotten."

Vi speaks.

That the hero's death was spared.

But soon, the death was pushed away by everyday life, forgotten, and no one spoke the name anymore.

…………

This world is dangerous.

So heroes also disappear by birth.

I guess that's what it is. But...

"Lift it up, thank you, and when you die, it will be over. I don't like that."

The voice of Vi, who said he was not a consumable, was filled with resolute determination.

"That's why I'm going to sing to you. I sang it out because I thought..."

…………

Sunset Road.

The whining of people hurrying their way home. A lot of people and a shadow of a house.

"But then I realized."

"What?

"A hero's medal poem is hope."

With outstanding force and magic, there is someone trying to save people.

Someone is fighting.

Or, I've been fighting.

"That's for everyone - that's what I want."

Like your favorite Sanyingjie.

Or, like you are now.

Bi said so and laughed.

"……… Here."

Where Vi points her finger. In the evening sky, the stars shimmered the most.

"Before the darkness of a dark night comes, the star that shines first"

That's what heroes are for, Bi says.

"Like Menel's totally motivated.

Or like Leistoff kind of wanted to stay with you.

… If you walk, someone will come after you later. "

Isn't that amazing? Yes, Bi said.

Right, I smiled and nodded.

'Cause that's right.

Even now, I keep chasing him.

I keep chasing those three.

If anyone wants to come after me.

That must have given me the light, that those three raw things weren't in vain...

"That's why I sing. The sparkling stars are here."

Just, and step forward. Turned Bi's, full smile.

That was such a beautiful grin that I was accidentally stuck.

"…… Ah! When I was talking, I kind of wanted to sing!

"Sing somewhere?

"Mmm, that's good. Well, that's a corner, and it's nice to meet you as a coin collector!

"All right."

Vi will probably leave me one of these days.

Because I'm sure her belief in seeking songs and spreading them won't make it good to stay in one place.

But again, they'll be back any minute.

Seeking a new song.

And if I end up in battle somewhere, I'm sure...

"It's fancy having the Holy Knight pick up coins!

When we laughed at each other, we walked out to the square.