Sanzen no Souru Supina
■ Night 53: Chest your comings
The history of the book of sorcery (Grimoire) recorded there was unimaginable.
Make yourself a secretary of the Great Secretariat (Arch Library), a magical book (Grimoire) and an endless one.
Make yourself the queen of typographical harm and let the Story devour you.
At last, overload and fruitless.
Who loves the buried and the past, and uncovers the graveyard of the great.
Lurking in it, The Story is like a plague.
Fiercely possessed by humans, he finally strays and goes mad at this.
It's not just people who want to change it.
enough to change even the species and genus.
Humans into Stories, Stories into Humans, if Humans become Stories in the first place.
My figure prefers weakness, but dwells true evil in my belly.
Hiddenness, cruelty and cunning.
Make it abusive and slutty.
What wants to appear on the page (page) becomes true, the mistake of the passing day.
That is, to despise.
"Overlord doh?! Well, what do you mean? Wasn't the Book of Magic (Grimoire) an article?! Does that mean that the Ashles are infiltrating without knowing that Vibro Valeri is actually an overload?! Besides, he said he was the secretary of the Great Secretariat (Arc Library)?! That's what you say it's the Lord, not the book you keep?! The Great Secretarial Library is an enemy territory!
Read to devour, in amazement but to burn the illustrations and wording of the stone slab to your head.
Again, yet again.
Try and stay calm.
Tell yourself that.
"Lurking in it, The Story is like a plague. Fiercely possessed by humans, he finally strays and goes mad at this. It's not just people who want to change it. So much so that even the species and genus can be changed, so much so that even the species and genus can be changed."
I can read it, I can read it.
Aska nodded deeply convinced.
Again, Asuka was just as expected.
For the Maidens of the True Knight, who cannot conceive without mediating The Story, Vibro Valeri, who freely manipulates The Story, is equal to his natural enemies.
Perhaps the true knight maidens are pure, but therefore extremely sensitive to the receptors of information groups represented by the words Dream and Story.
Fixing the wording of the world would mean "easy to be sensed".
Vibro Valeri can poke at it.
And that's how the true knight maidens tainted by The Story will not be able to keep their appearance as ideals.
In addition, Story may inhibit the hero (champion) of humanity, who should become the turn (connection) with us, from becoming the Spirit of England.
If we regard the presence of the Spirit as a "dream" that transcends the boundaries of mankind, then there can be no more mistake that the same reason works.
Again, Aska roared.
That's why Black-winged Odile was pushing Aska forward and trying to wipe Vibro Valeri out of the world.
Asuka, who inherits only half the blood of the true knight's maiden, and does not even know if it is inherited to human blood, may also have had an arithmetic, or even an arithmetic, that he is more resistant to "narrative" attacks than the pureblood true knights or humans.
It sounds good if you call it the right material.
But it would be a shame to assume that this treatment is a forsaken pawn.
Aska was clear about the evidence and certainty that the hypotheses and reasoning she had made so far were correct.
Regardless of the thoughts of the true knights, my father: even Osmahim ate and bit his teeth to death with the fact that he was treated that way.
Now is not the time to immerse yourself in sentiment.
Just one thing I couldn't have expected = The Book of Magic (Grimoire): Before the new fact that Vibro Valeri is the overload, it equals dust before the wind, such as previous guesses, predictions and predictions.
"Weaknesses... are there any weaknesses?"
Switch your head to the idea of beating this trial at all costs.
I'm not just shivering at the feeling of loss.
Now infiltrating the Heliatium, Ashley and the others are witchcraft books (Grimoire): they don't know that Vibro Valeri is an overload, nor is he the secretary of the former Great Secretariat (Arch Library).
That is tantamount to proceeding without knowing the nature of the enemy general and walking to the enemy land awaiting the army.
We have to take this information and measures to beat the enemy at all costs, even if it triggers it.
Aska portrayed in her brain the figure of Ashle and her companions who were trembling at the fear of losing their place and vowed to fight with her.
Keep your eyes like a plate and read more.
"My figure prefers weakness, but dwells true evil in my belly. Hiddenness, cruelty and cunning. Make it abusive and slutty. What wants to appear on the page (page) becomes true, the mistake of the passing day. That is, to despise. Now... um, there it is. Continue."
Aska recaptured the context of the ancient tone and proceeded to read it.
"This person, i.e., became a book freak. Become a follower of masterpieces. Loving entertainment is against sex. That's the rule. What? Is this all?! Is that all?! No, what's your weakness?!
Too much Asuka wolves.
I appreciate you getting solid support for the hypotheses and reasoning you've made so far... but now.
Such thoughts bring sickles.
So I don't notice the decisive "weakness" that I have just read out.
I don't even know why Isma nodded satisfactorily in response to a letter later delivered by Aska using falcons.
"Anyway, let's remember everything as accurately as possible. We need to get in touch with Ashley and the others."
A crushed Aska tried to reach out to the next piece of information - then.
Ogum, and the facility itself rocked.
"What?! What's up?!
"The connection is rapidly becoming unstable. Recommend Return"
Looking back, as the saying goes, the silver water blink that was the entrance to the facility has never been more intense.
Asuka accidentally ate the girl who told her like she was in HR.
"Return?! Return... Omae... What will you do?!
"As descendants of the serpent witches, I will guard the land, It is also for that reason that the family of serpents was given more than a dozen times longer lives and extraordinary vitality than humans"
Two vibrations block the two questions.
"Is that what you say when you say it's your job to stay here, protect your knowledge and pass it on to future generations?
"I don't know."
The girl looked up at Aska and answered.
"But then,"
Without knowing the outside world and not knowing when there would be a next visitor, it was the finger stretched out by the girl who pushed the words out to her throat by herself in this prison of dying knowledge.
That's all a plump fingertip with the appearance age touches Aska's lips.
"Knowledge does not die. As long as there are humans who truly want it in any given time. Unless man forsakes the will to cut and expand a world of twilight in the darkness, using the Known One as a lightning flame. This place is needed. The place of the dying is not a graveyard. It is a place for those who will one day touch the human eye and await the Day of Resurrection."
…………
The girl added as she smiled at Aska, who breathed heavily as she swallowed the words, releasing her fingers.
"To that proof, you came today"
Aska almost cries when she is attacked by emotions for no reason.
I entrust knowledge to future generations that I do not even know when the time may come or whether it will be needed, believing nevertheless that those who seek it will appear.
Aska was struck in the chest by the will of the Serpent Witches, who kept her knowledge up to this point, jumping the harmonious pressure and the rough waves of the times of what that meant.
"Come on, hurry up"
"Stay, stay, one more thing. Just one more thing!
Against the girl scribe urging her hand to pull back, Aska ran her fingers three times to the heavenly surface of the stone pillar (Monolith).
"What have you been up to this period?"
"Later in life. Just one more thing, one more thing!
Inspiring the Spindle, Aska searches for the last question.
However, the result is "N/A (No Hit)".
"No, huh? You still don't?"
"What? What do you want to know? I don't have time. Special but supportive."
To Aska's desperation, a girl broke her iron skin.
Abandoning his aging attitude, he lays it on Asuka's hands.
"Helpful. But..."
"Say it. I don't know what to know, but if you decide, hesitation is not a virtue"
Aska nodded forcefully at the girl's words and told her.
"My, I want to know who I am. Am I anything (...)? That's what I really want to know."
"Is that a philosophical and conceptual inquiry?
What are we, where are we going?
The girl stuffed herself with that kind of inquiry that brings her from the edge of humanity's birth.
No, Aska shook her head and laughed.
"It's a more vulgar, immediate story. I'm biologically… what does that mean?"
"Do you really want to know?
What are you going to do when you know that, the girl's eyes said.
"I want to put a stomp on it. I want to overcome my destiny, knowing everything I come from. Why don't you?
The girl nodded at Aska, who said so without delay.
"Then the story is simple. Put your hands on the stone column (Monolith). Identification of species is fundamental in“ connector rhythm ”. In seconds, the analysis will be over."
In the moment the girl said yes, the dial (tablet) cut from the stone column (monolith) appeared as if it were a letter addressed to Asuka (ah).
"This is it?!
"No hippos are surprised. Run, you Gentile princess. Time's running out!
The girl pulled her hand in a hurry to ascertain the contents of the dial (tablet).
Um, and Aska runs.
The surface used when landing at this facility is so flashing that it is about to disappear.
"Come on, we won't make it."
"No, we'll make it! Dive through! I'm going home!
Wait for Ashley or Athelui, over there!
Aska jumped after cleaving the scream of a girl full of despair.
At that moment, a powerful "Spindle" roar is transmitted to Azrael, the blackmailing death that forms both legs.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
Aska twists her whole body and becomes just an arrow of light to break through the world's boundaries.
Byau, with a humming aftermath, Asuka dived through the Gate (Portal) with tremendous momentum behind her back when she appeared.
Neither shadows nor snails will be there anymore when the girl who was flown by the breeze that arose recovers from the shock.
"What a rushed visitor"
The girl inadvertently throws up evil.
And I realized what a hundred years it had been, and one laughed happily.