Sanzen no Souru Supina

"Oh, I think you're lost."

"Come on, who?!

Snow jumped up to the words he was spanked through.

This is one of the aisles that the underground library kept hidden.

Tunnels shaped by countless books.

Slowly spinning book corridor.

Snow, who was attacked by the Gravekeeper of Dead Knowledge (Knowledge Reis), was separated from Isma and wandered alone inside it now.

It was good while I could run believing Isma's word that run away, catch up soon.

The fact that when I fell to my knees on the drain of my strength, I became alone in an underground labyrinth that I had no specialty in crawled all over my body in fear.

"Hey, Isma, where are you? Catch up with me soon..."

With that said, I snag the gear in my hand.

Snow, who caught the spirit medicine (elixir) of restoring the stamina, skipped the seal without reading much of the label either, oops.

"Not to mention. Yeah, terrible flavor."

But it seems too yummy to work the other way around, and I pause alone for a little while.

Looking to the left and right, there is no trace of life anywhere but humans.

Only dead knowledge, however, overlooks Snow.

Mouth spiritual drugs (elixirs), by the way, worked to restore the stamina, but for that matter Snow's reason has come to recognize the tougher reality.

"Hey, what am I supposed to do now, Izma?"

Unstoppable loneliness strikes me, and a weak voice speaks.

Though I volunteered, this trial was still too harsh for a fourteen-year-old girl.

Isma told me you were going alone, but... Is that supposed to be the Wizard Book (Grimoire) by yourself: Reach Vibro Valeri?

Indeed, Snow knows that special protective powers have already been applied to him.

The name is Castle of the King (Casling).

This is a kind of metastasis (teleport) that exchanges the position of one person deep on the edge with Snow.

Snow sees the magnitude of the effect, once and for all.

Nothing else, in my hometown of Trantrim.

What happened at the end of the meeting between Ashley and Athelui?

"Make a little silly arrangements there this time. I'm sure you'll be able to fly yourself to Ashley in no time."

But don't tell Ashley about this.

I resent myself now for believing that cheap smile that floated in Isma's face that I would add.

Indeed, at that time, I thought that doing so would help Ashley.

To Theon, the princess of the Night Devil, this curse (serious) is extremely difficult and cannot be left to him from the point of view of the deployment of power, nor from the rate of success of the operation, Isma said.

Then he turned to Snow and told him.

"Then... we'll have to substitute Ashley and someone from shallow causes. But both Aska and Mr. Athelui must command the regular army of the Osmadra Empire. They seem to be free and free, and they're fine regular army commanders and their aides. The princess can't do it for a reason just now... Norman or Grandpa Burton, this is no longer suitable for feeding from the looks of it. You have to be a poor, innocent girl to work here."

I know now that poor, innocent girl Co, was Isma's incitement complaint.

But Snow at that point felt like he had a chance to deepen his relationship with Ashley as a poor, innocent girl.

'Cause you don't have a choice.

Ashle's serious eyes and skin heat when she desperately manipulated her own to help Snow suffer from an immature "spindle" rampage, then Snow's chest hurts to narrow just to remember the incense of his "spindle".

And that's not an illusion.

"Ugh, uh-uh."

Soon, a bowl-like hemisphere with a distorted snail over Snow's chest had slowly begun to spin.

It is Snow's immature "Spindle".

"What, so. Why? You said it was stable. He said he couldn't turn it if it wasn't for Ashley... he said so."

I don't know why, Snow wolves.

It was then that a voice was called from behind.

How did you see it? You're lost.

Moving and further to signs of incomplete "spindle" seizures, Snow was not immediately able to give the answer.

"You...... dale?

"I'm a clerk. Administrator of this underground library. It's my job to get lost like you."

"Me...... are you a man co?

Because of the costume with a luxurious and plentiful cloth on a neutral face, Snow didn't immediately know the gender of being a clerk.

Several gold lines run over purple costumes close to black, painting a geometric pattern.

"I don't care about gender. Isn't it? If you're going to work with a chicken, it's either age, let alone being a man or a woman."

The secretary's words were so harsh, but he didn't feel disgusted.

Snow is nodding reflexively.

The secretary continued.

"More than that, why are you in this middle realm? Although this is a convenient way out, the flow of time is usually significantly different from that of space. Chichi, who works in this underground library, acts quite directly. In short, it is also our transmission path (energy bypass). If humans stay long, they'll be affected."

In particular, it points to Snow's chest.

"The impact of this space is immeasurable on the owners of" spindles "as incomplete as you are"

"It...... what do you mean?

"The incompleteness of the" spindle "is also the incompleteness of the" will "of that individual. Specifically, it's very susceptible to stories."

"of the story...... influence?

"For beings without the will, it's like comfortable ambient music, so I'm not aware that I'm being influenced, but for the spindlers, no. It is recognized as a compulsory operation (...). That's why they fight..."

"But?"

"Cases like yours are really rare. Probably what, but I think I'm going to take the operation (...) itself, but I'm going to be in a state of consciousness about being manipulated. If you don't try, I don't know. Experiment."

experiment, Snow accidentally held his chest to the appearance of the word.

Hide the Spindle in your palm.

The distorted rotation rammed hard like a small animal captured in his hand.

"You, what the hell"

"That's this line, lady. Illegal entry as seen. It is not connected to“ Garden "either. Have you checked the" Connector (Harness) "medical yet? You don't have to tell me to jump into this aisle in that condition."

"" Garden "," Connector (Harness) "─ The word, the word. You, I knew!

Jumping back and forth with the momentum that seemed to roll into the urchin, Snow pulled through the small sword of his hips as he fumbled and stood up.

Ishma cursed me for what Ashley gave me.

If you consider the curse applied to the weapon to be a simple and imprecise "Focus" technique, you can be sure of it first.

It's not far from real, but it should certainly be more of a counterforce to paranormal existence than just steel.

But against Snow, who laid his sword and revealed his vigilance, the scribe raised his hands as he circled his eyes to his surprise, indicating that there was no will for hostility.

"As you can see, I have no hostility"

"Which one? The people out there were kind at first. When I was talking, I changed my panther."

"Oh, the Gravekeepers of Dead Knowledge (Knowledge Race). I can't help it. Because they are the fruit of people who have been eaten by stories. All I can feel is pity for you guys who don't want to give in to the story. They just blindly execute the salvation they believe in, and if you make me tell you, they're pathetic again."

To the clerk who narrowed his eyes and showed pity (Renbin), Snow threw a gaze like he saw something urchin.

"Where's the guarantee that you're different?

"Hmm, it's hard to explain or guarantee the difference. But there's only one thing."

"It's the only thing?

Shortly afterwards, it was Snow who asked the parrot back to fold himself on his knees.

"Ku, wax. What have you done to me?"

"I didn't do anything. No, it's not good that I didn't do anything. The pain, the pain, is caused by your incomplete Spindle. That's what I wanted to say, that's all."

The secretary showed no further hostility by spreading his hands.

That face leads Snow... with a human look on his face.

"What am I supposed to do, this. Wax, ashle, grasshoppers, wax. Help me."

"If I stay in this space, it's just going to get worse. Let's get out. We're leaving this underground library right now."

The secretary gave Snow his hand as he urged him to escape.

Don't try to touch it from yourself, just wait for Snow to act.

However, Snow shook his hand away with a small sword.

"Snow, why"

"Ugh. You can't do that. - I have to go. I have to get it. Magic Book (Grimoire): Get Vibro Valeri and let that nagging Vibronze Emperor: Lucatius bark at you. And..."

You want a human named Ashley to recognize you?

The secretary's words jammed Snow's breath.

That's the face when you're told of the desire that was lurking in your chest.

"Chi, no"

"It's not. You like that human being. That's why I'm taking this risk. I jumped into such a dangerous place. And I'm being attacked by terrible suffering right now"

Whenever the secretary's words struck his ear, Snow's chest ached to receive an arrow.

Even if you deny it, it was a star.

No, it's not just pain.

Sweet paralysis.

It's a pleasure to have your own sincerity recognized.

"Are you looking for Vibro Valeri?

Snow nods naggingly at the inquiring scribe.

It was impulsive Snow in response to the sweet, uncut pain and the wear caused by the signs of "spinning out".

Porridge and tears spill.

That's right, that's right, and words that admitted their desires like throwing them away jumped on the aisle wall made of books.

"I want to help that human. I want you to admit it. Oh, I want you to stroke me."

Nice work, gentle.

The clerk smiled with a smile of understanding at the revealing of his childish, but yet truthful, thoughts.

"Then let's go. I'll show you around. Magic Book (Grimoire): Go to Vibro Valeri"

"That's right, I want you to admit, to that human... uh... now what?

To his unexpected offer, Snow looked up unexpectedly as he kept crushing.

I said, "Let me show you around. To what you want."

"The Book of Magic (Grimoire): To Vibro Valeri?

The clerk nodded gently at the face snow that it was incredible.

My hand is offered again.

There are shallow cuts there, tearing from the open wound, and the red blood tide is running down.

"That wound, my sword just now?! Why, why didn't you avoid it?

"I wanted to help you."

"You..."

When Snow was forced to get up, he took the bandage from a side pochette filled with medical products, sanitized the wound, and then handled it with a clumsy hand.

"Thanks"

"No, because I'm the bad one. I'm sorry. Ashle cautioned me not to use my sword emotionally."

"I knew you liked that human thing."

Snow no longer denied the words of the smiling scribe.

"Um... well, no way. I was wondering if I could ask you to take me to Vibro Valeri."

"Absolutely."

"Good. But I have nothing to thank you for."

Relieved by the unexpected turn of events, he soared and exalted again, Snow said in a hurried manner peculiar to the young man.

The clerk just smiles and watches how it goes.

"Thank you is fine. It's our job as secretaries to help you."

"But... that's too bad."

I hurt him too.

Reflecting heartily, Snow says.

To that attitude, the clerk smiled bitterly.

Then I said.

"Well, yeah. All the way, will you let me talk to you? How did you get to step into the land? All of it."

To the secretary's offer, it was Snow's turn to round his eyes for the most part.

"Oh, that's all? Is that all you need?

"If you've been this underground janitor for thousands of years, like me, the story of a rare person who sometimes visits you is the only new stimulus. It's what makes you feel alive."

"Hmm, well. Right. Okay, then. If you want to talk about me… I'll tell you as much as I want"

To the words of an overly natural scribe, Snow misses out on a number of serious facts.

Or had your senses been maddened by the paranormal phenomena and the myriad of enemies that have been attacking you continually to stand?

I hear it precisely, but I neglect to ask.

Nani (...) is the existence that has governed this underground library for thousands of years?

Isn't that decided?