"I... want to be a brave man!
Iola complained with a sparkling and feverish look. Straight, strong, light-bearing eyes are staring at me.
"To the brave... you want to be?
I was a little late and asked Iola back.
Sure, I'm what the world calls a 'wise man', but I don't have the power to make him a brave man. Differences are good too.
But Iola keeps going without worrying about the circumstances.
I want to be like the six heroes who saved the world.
"No, even if they say they want to be..."
The subtle air flows, but my sister Riola ties her lips hard next to her brother like that, with an indescribable look on her face. Do you feel somewhat frightened of your brother's rampage?
I scratched my cheeks tight.
In the first place, it won't be something you can say you want to be...
But it's not like I don't know how Iola feels.
Don't you have a secret power? Like, if you're in a pinch, you're gonna wake up? What a serious thought. There are times like that for children from different worlds.
It's the so-called Nakani disease.
I want to say go home, but I don't have the nerve to leave my dreamy brothers and sisters unattended.
"Grey! It's tea for customers -?
Plum raised his voice at nice timing.
Pull around the edge of my clothes, yuck.
A majestic sage's jacket (robe) - similar to the one worn by the royal palace's finest wizard - but mine is a more special, gold-threaded luxury robe - but it stretches out bizarrely.
"It's just afternoon tea time.... Would you like to join us? Let's hear it inside."
I break my expression and do the trick of inviting the two of you inside.
"Are you sure?
My sister Riola looks at me in awe. Pretty cute. Nice kid. I want you to be my sister for everything.
"This is Sage's mansion...!
Iola looks around the front door of the mansion fiercely beside it. Although the twins still seem very different.
"... excuse me, wise man. My stupid brother (Iola) is just being rude."
"I don't mind. Come on, there's some baked sweets. Plum, prepare your tea."
"Yes it is -!
And the plum rushes vigorously to the guests.
I brought them into the back of the mansion.
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Guests have tables made of quality but good quality by the hands of well-known artisans.
Me and my two brothers and sisters were sitting across from each other.
Soft afternoon sunlight and a pleasant breeze blow in through the windows.
The breeze blows in shakes the hair of two people, fluffy and chestnut hair.
Are Iola and Riola unfamiliar or neat as cats who have both borrowed from boulders?
From his usual one-piece appearance, Pram, dressed in cute made-up clothes, brings tea handily.
Two guests, and a cup of tea was placed before me.
It smells like sweet flowers.
She's an asshole, but she remembers to serve unexpectedly quickly, and she has a pretty good way of making tea.
I have to stretch my back and try to serve dishes that I don't understand.
"You don't have to be nervous. I'm not that old with you guys."
I gracefully carry tea into my mouth.
I can't stand my little finger.
This gentleman's behavior. You don't look very eighteen, do you?
"- Are you serious!? I heard Sage is over a hundred years old!? Keep Young Magically Phew Phew!?
Before I blew out my tea, Riola beat up my brother.
What the fuck!? and a twisted body blow on the flank of his stirring brother.
Iola stuck herself at the table and stopped moving even with Pickle.
She was a relentless sister.
"Wow... did your brother fall asleep -? I'm gonna eat cookies.
I have a brother (Iola) who makes Riola groan.
... no reply, just like a corpse.
"Excuse me. My brother is an asshole, so I'll talk to him instead."
"Ugh, um... Well, let's talk about it."
I coughed up with Cohon before staring into the beautiful eyes that wobbled behind my sister Riola's double eyelid.
Um, cute.
"I... had a dream."
"Dreams? What the hell kind of dreams?
"... born somewhere in the world... is darkness"
That's it, Riola turned her gaze to her brother beside her, bewildered. Riola's thin fingertips pinch her brother's cheeks all the time.
"Ugh...? Ah! Yes, make me a brave man, wise man!
Gabba and his brother are back soon. Looks like my sister handled it differently.
Unexpectedly, I wish I were a brother or sister.
I was my only child, and in the other world, I had no one to go home and talk to.
At school, at home, there's not even someone to fight with without someone to play with. I was always alone.
I wondered if my sister would be cute if she was there, or if she could tell me her homework if she was there, and I was reading one book or playing games in a shimmy room dreaming like that.
No, no. I'm a wise man now. And, tighten your face and stretch your spine.
"Hmm? Darkness...... so?
Return with a low voice.
A shadow falls on Riola's eyes.
"Somewhere in this world… again, darkness is born and we are secretly accumulating power"
"Have you had that dream over and over?
Riola snorts.
"Right."
I put my hand on my chin and think.
Probably...
It's just a girl. Where Riola told me about those dreams, no one would listen. Do adults listen or laugh at the dreams that children dream? That's all.
I guess only my brother Iola listened to my sister seriously, seriously.
- I want to be a brave man!
That said, my brother's determination is probably for my sister Riola.
Shake off the darkness that disturbs my sister, is that all?
"That darkness... what are you trying to do?
To my inquiry, Riola turned her eyes round as surprised and looked at her brother.
"Believe me... will you?
"Naturally. Being a wise man, I need to know everything about this world and see where it ends. The news of an ominous dream came to me. I don't know if this augurs well for anything."
"Sage...... you, great job!
Iola turns a respectful eye on me.
Come on, I can light it up.
"The darkness I dreamed of, I just stood still. Still small, weak to move."
Riola shrugged in a small, disappearing voice.
It may be a predictive dream, but it's still vague and distant.
"... Rio has had strange dreams for a long time. Nobody will believe me, but the Demon King... predicted in a dream that the Demon King's army would attack the village!
"Io......!
"You don't believe me no matter how much I tell my mom or dad, but... only me and Rio are hiding in the back of the barn... thank goodness"
To Iola's words, Riola tied her lips together and spilled tears.
"... right"
I lost my word.
I hear there were several villages that were attacked and wiped out by demons in the battle with the demon king's army earlier.
Iola and Riola are its survivors.
The Demon King was totally defeated by us, but I can't say enough that there's no chance he's looking for a resurrection somewhere in this world.
I turned my fingertips to heaven.
- Search Fairy (Search Angel), excitement. Come in, from the deep labyrinth of the Millennium Library.
I chanted a spell.
I don't have to have this, by the way, because it looks better to say it.
"- Dreams, Darkness, Prophecy"
I keep chanting and meditating my eyes.
The next moment...
An image of a particle of light dancing out of the back of my head.
That's one by one a fairy of light, a search fairy who looked like a girl.
As you whisper, as you whisper, they bring me information, fragments of knowledge that make up this world.
The information that comes together as various lights piles up in front of us like a mosaic painting, gradually clarifying its shape as video.
> 1,050,023 applicable (0.16 seconds)
> Darkness, Predictive Dreams, Catastrophe, Dream Demon, Precursor, Future, Intuition, Warning......
One image after another disappeared.
This video is also visible to the surrounding human beings as a translucent window.
"Ooh!?
"Shh, wow......!
Iola and Riola admire the crowd of translucent paintings that appeared in front of them.
The two breathed into the beautiful sight as if it were a mosaic painting of the church.
If this is my sage, the power to do it, the search magic - Gogol.
Ancient knowledge, the power to search for the knowledge you need from the Millennium Library, a fountain of infinite intelligence.
But of course, it's not universal (...).
The Millennial Library (Southern-Library), the source of search magic (Ggore), seems to be a witchcraft that spiritually records world-wide character information, written from the past to the present.
The knowledge gained from it is limited to information recorded as letters and shapes in the past in "books," "stone slabs," and "clay slabs" written at the hands of a person. If that's wrong, naturally I'm wrong, too. This is perfectly natural and natural.
What would be important would be the "sense" of deciphering and deciphering the overflowing information.
Well, I find the nice title "Library Glasses" useful around here, but I hope you don't go deep.
However, it is unlikely that useful information will be found because it presented too vague a condition.
"Hmm... If the conditions are too broad, we can't narrow things down..."
That's what I said, scratching off the translucent windows that floated in the air.
Continued