Sanzen no Souru Supina

"This way."

"Is this that way?! Hey this library or the underground labyrinth, how far does it go?!

"If this is what all the underground in this city looks like... the size of a city where a hundred thousand people live, no, it's not that big for a minute of depth."

"Hey, are you sure?!

"Just kidding, I'd like to say...... I guess it's a mistake though. We've been tracking down a lot of distance, guys."

Since that night of fireworks, Isma and Snow have continued to follow the figure of the last emperor of the Vibronze Empire and the serpent witch who follows it.

The door hidden in the Emperor's chamber, the secret passage leading up to it, led to a huge library.

Isma and Snow have broken through a number of hidden doors and intricately branched three-dimensional corridors so far, rushing through a huge library that stretches out in front of them.

Take great care not to let the opponent understand this presence, but at maximum battle speed to avoid losing sight of the target.

But along the way, Isma suddenly stopped.

Snow, who was chasing straight behind it because of it, nearly hit his nose.

"Hey, won't you stop suddenly?!

Isma did not respond to Snow's whispering but not reluctant protest.

Keep a serious look forward and do your hand on the chin dressed like a fist grip.

It was Isma's jerk when thinking.

"Well. I'm going to be ready for some more than that... but this is going to be a little tricky."

"Oh, hey, what does that mean?!

Snow unwittingly listened back to the stopped Isma blur.

One single red eye sees the demon girl in the middle of the night.

What, Snow silently repeated with an attitude.

The king of earthspiders replied sighingly.

"I've been tracking Lucatius and Sidre so far... hey those two, it looks like they split up in two hands on the way"

"What? What do you mean, that?

An unlikely blue-white swing in a normal flame shakes permanently behind an ancient lampshade, illuminating an enormous amount of books.

As he stood in the middle of that four-tzu, the king of self-proclaimed earthspiders tilted his neck against Snow's inquiry.

Neither can the complexion of Snow, who has followed me in faith in Isma, change, nor be forced by this.

"He said he was split up in two hands... what are you going to do? Which one do you track?!

"Mm-hmm. There's no way I can tell which of the footsteps is the literary emperor, or the serpent witch..."

"I don't think so. But what? The silence."

That's what I'm talking about.

Scratching a puffy eyelid covering the lost eye, Izma replied badly with a toothpick.

"I don't think I've seen the structure of this area before? No, there definitely is, right? The grass embellishments that are carved into that lampshade are so distinctive, and they look familiar to fine scratches. I've definitely seen it before and I've seen it before."

Right, Isma asked Snow to push in case.

Uh, and Snow solidifies.

Hard at tracking, and full of slippery movements of even longer strides, there was no hippo to observe the internal structure of the library.

Mostly, where was there room to run your eyes on lampshade decorations and fine scratches while you were traveling at almost running speeds?

Or the observation power of the earthspiders, the way they keep their eyes open, is strange, Snow thinks.

Isma went on to see how she perceived the silence of such a half-night demon girl.

"If so, the conclusion to be drawn from it is…. Aren't we looping here? The space itself?

"Loop?! What's a loop?!

Snow bit reflexively at the unheard word that jumped out of Isma's mouth.

There is an outrage in the tone that the situation is so disturbing that I don't know why, but don't confuse it further with a difficult word.

This guy's story is going to drive me crazy listening to him without getting confirmation.

"No, so here's the thing, the space is twisted and connected..."

Saying, Isma twisted her hands to describe the unusual connection of space.

Snow was now exfoliated by the softness of his human remote joints.

However, I feel that the anomaly of the phenomenon Loop has been understood.

"Well, in short, the passage on the other side and the passage I'm trying to make my way to is connected, and I guess I'm just running around in it."

"Oh, uh, okay! Understood. It's like a wheel!

"Whoa, clever! Maybe smarter than Ashley, Snow!

Izma praised Snow directly (darn it).

What a compliment to the girl opponent, but the heck of it hasn't been grasped by Snow yet.

I don't feel bad about being praised. It's your age.

"Eh heh. I'm coming! It's not a good idea to be looping. Besides, where have you been, guys! What about Lucatius and the Snake Witch?! If you passed this corridor, they'd have to loop through it, too!

"No, so - I'm thinking about that right now. He's the one who'll never get out of running around like this."

"Yes, footsteps! You just have to follow the footsteps. You're good at Isma, vibration sensing! That's how you spotted the first hidden door and the next one!

Isma turned a blind eye to Snow's expression that she had come up with something good.

"Oh, what's wrong with your face?"

"Hey, that's it. I don't think it's a good idea."

"What, hey, what do you mean, no way? 'Cause earlier, you said it was easy to tell which one of the two footsteps was the other. Right?!

Isma looked like a pain in the ass as she shifted her torso from the impending snow with the momentum to grab her collar.

Snow, who gave up on getting grabbed, probably guessed from Isma's attitude.

No way, and breathe with your hands on your mouth.

"No way, what the hell. Looks like the vibration's gonna loop here, too. I can feel two footsteps from over there. And he's steadily moving away."

"Hey. What do you do with that?!

Forced by the snow of how it obviously moved, Isma twisted her neck to an angle she was even less sure about.

It is a level where the neck is threaded off if you are a regular person.

"Mm-hmm. Maybe the object to loop is a selective formula. For example, it's the emperor's blood muscle. Uh, no... But given the history of this country, its possibilities are endless. Now Lucatius doesn't have any direct children. Or because Lucatius himself is an adopted son."

"Oh, really? Isn't the emperor an assault? Does that matter now?!

Snow scratches into the abrupt story of Isma.

"No, this is an unexpectedly important story, Sa. I've flipped through the history of Heliatium a little bit, but I found it interesting. The emperors here have a good chance of adopting a son. Of course, most of them come from royalty and nobility. I don't know why the blood is fading."

"That's... what's wrong?

To Snow, who asks with a strange face, Isma said with what an indescribable creepy grin.

"In short, the emperor of this country is blessed with his inheritance, as if he had offered something for it."

"Hey, don't be afraid. No way, Magic Book (Grimore): To Vibro Valeri?

"Yeah, on the contrary... well, this is just my guess. I'm starting to think that maybe he's appointing an emperor of this country to be part of the magic book, Vibro Valeri."

Snow was stunned by the terrible reasoning Isma had put up on the edge of his mouth.

"What, what do you mean, the Book of Magic (Grimoire) appoints an emperor"

"A powerful demonic object that uncovers the past: Vibro Valeri chooses his owner. Focus, of course... if it has inherited itself for thousands of years as a testament to the Emperor."

"The Book of Magic (Grimoire): The Handler of Vibro Valeri, Emperor"

Snow stood up again losing his word.

Snow has had a fierce aversion to the existence of the Book of Magic (Grimoire) that uncovers the past of others.

But this city that Isma talks about: Heliatium's, no, the fact that the Vibronze Empire would have kept hiding went far above it.

"No, you can't. An emperor is a representative of that country, isn't he?! Choosing a human representative is... God or if not, you have to be human!

"Snow!

Isma hugged Snow, who shouted in trepidation at her irresistible physiological disgust.

At the next moment, Snow, not knowing what had happened, tried to escape from Isma's arms.

Naturally there is resistance to being cuddled by men as daughters about the age, but Isma seemed somewhat more desperate in Isma.

"Hey, town, town! Tamma, look, behind you! Miro Miro Miro Miro Ooh!

To Isma's cry, he stopped the elbow beating he was about to roll out for his chin, and Snow looked back behind him.

And three times, I lose my word.

When the ghost dressed in a pure white vale stood, how long did it crawl?

This was the very existence called by the tomb guard of the dead knowledge (Knowledge Reiss) and the true knight maidens, itself.