The world of dreams changed when Mr. Abel acquired the ninth Alheo letter.
By that time, I seemed to have dreamed of Tarot many times, and I was beginning to be confused about the name of Baphomet, the ominous tower, the painting of the old man, and what that was.
Then, of course, the limit comes.
Ms. Abel consulted her father and accepted the claustrophobia.
Without being able to say goodbye to anyone, Mr. Abel was exposed to a dangerous infectious disease and was placed in strict quarantine away from home.
Naturally, neither my mother nor my relatives, nor my close relatives or friends.
My father treats me with care, but it's not just my family's affection, it's changed into a frightened attitude that deals with explosives anywhere.
I couldn't even get out of the city where I used to go to play often, and at some point the windows were tightly latched.
Writers and writing instruments were not given so that they could not study the characters.
However, Abel, who was frightened of himself, seemed to accept the situation sparingly.
So quietly alone, just when I was still alive.
──On a moonless night, a man in a hood appeared on the veranda of Mr. Abel's room.
"Well, who is it?!"
When Abel noticed the man, he spoke with a voice of alarm.
However, the man in the hood instructed him to be quiet with his fingers, and when he stroked the lattice with a strange blade, he cut and threw it away, and then he broke into the room.
"Hee, I'm mad at you..."
"Don't worry, I'm not your enemy."
……
"You must be in trouble." I'm here to help. ”
In such a polite tone, the man lowered his hood.
The middle-aged man shows up with black hair and gentle taunting eyes.
"Who is it...?"
"It's not as much as I call myself. It's just a magician. I've heard rumors of someone being held captive by the wind."
……
"Don't be so vigilant. I'm on your side."
A man with a smile on his face pinned his ring on his finger.
──Then the inscription on the ring glowed pale.
It's Aleph's character.
Before I knew it, the gentle, warm wind surrounded Mr. Abel's body.
The warm feeling of being immersed in the hot spring leaves your fist unexpectedly clenched.
The man who saw it said, "Right? I will not harm you," he tilted his head.
"Um... what the hell?"
Don't you have any trouble with the strange phenomenon?
"You know this" character "." In addition, maybe the "magic circle" as well? And I'm in trouble because I can't handle it. "
Saying that, Abel, a young girl, shook her head beside her, desperately saying, "I don't know."
But the man in the hood tenderly patted Mr. Abel on the shoulder.
"You don't have to hide it." Don't be afraid. Look, this ring also uses "letters", but it's just a tool to warm people's bodies gently. "
……
"I've broken that lattice, but I'll fix it later with" letters "before I go home." If you do the same, you can sneak out of here, go play, and come back. ”
"...... ah"
"On the contrary... I'm very worried that I can't even do that." "Characters are powerful, so you have to practice and master their handling....."
The man shook his head in dismay.
"It can hurt people by rampaging.... if I knew not only the" letters "but also the" magic circle ", it wouldn't be strange to destroy the country."
So instead of being afraid, I'd recommend practicing and becoming something.
……
"Would you like to practice together? I have a son too, but I've already completely mastered the letters."
"Eh......"
Just to say it, the man left like the wind.
... there's no way Abel-san would be left unaffected by such an event.
I began to forgive the man who visited me often, and I began to practice the Alheo script in the name of overcoming fear.
At first, the wind blew in Aleph.
Next, dust it with Vav.
I began to practice using other characters to manipulate the flame, the light, and the darkness.
Always locked away in the room, Abel wrote in the space with his fingertips covered with magic power.
In this way, I improved without anyone noticing.
Sometimes the man in the hood endured and taught Mr. Abel magic.
The terrifying "magic circle" is called Tarot, and although it doesn't tell us what kind of pattern it is, it has also given me the slightest information that there seems to be such a name.
Mr. Abel did not reveal that he knew about it, but he linked the Tarot pattern in him to the knowledge of the man in the hood.
Sometimes a man brings a child who looks like him as his son, and he makes sure to play with it, so that the three of them use letters.
"Wow...! Master Abel, you're so good!"
”Oh, I see... you're better than that”
The hooded man's son laughed at Mr. Abel with a familiar smile.
It seemed that Abel, who was hungry, could not help but be happy about it, and because he was the only child, he could not help but be cute.
On the other hand, I felt uncomfortable looking at it from a bird 's-eye view.
The man in the hood was eccentrically adorable towards Abel, and he was hungry again.
Sometimes she ignores her real son and talks to Abel.
However, Abel-san was not aware of this and seemed only happy to gain knowledge.
So they became like simulated parents and children, and they gathered together secretly for about six hours.
And winter came again.
By that time... Abel had mastered the Alheo script quite well, sneaking out of town, sitting in the main residence and looking at his father and mother from afar, he was free to move.
As usual, I heard women crying, and I had mysterious dreams.
Tarot's dreams just keep growing.
However, Abel-san, who had gained magical power such that his hands and feet could not be pulled out by the surrounding adults, was moving quite boldly.
Is that why I'm here?
When a terrible bandit sounded in the── Mansion, Abel did not run away, but headed in your direction.