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"You're building a mansion! I'm glad you're here, Sage.
"What kind of mansion is it? Must be a red roof on a white wall...... yeah! A secret castle that does extraordinarily evil things? 'Cause it belongs to Sage.'
"Are you going on a journey in a carriage? Where will you go, wise man? I wish I could go, too."
"What..., this!?
On purpose, the back of my stomach felt like poppy.
The light inserted through the window of the study, as white, engraves a mosaic pattern on the shaded room conditioning. Despite being in a bright room, it's as if the temperature has only dropped sharply.
Beyond the swinging sight, which also resembles vertigo, the strings searchmagic (Ggol) has searched for are all "poetry" -like sentences of short word combinations. Most of it is written in the margins of the book.
Search magic (Gogol) can be found if it is once written in letters, "book," "tablet," "journal," "letter," regardless of the absence of a physical object in this world.
The mechanism is because the search fairy (Search Angel) finds it from the "Acacic Records of Books" that exist in an out of phase world called the Millennium Library (Southern-Library).
However, it is activated only when there is a "keyword" that clearly finds something meaningful in the vast amount of information, and the use of search magic (Gogol) ultimately depends on how clearly the search fairy (Search Angel) is ordered to use the key "word".
I have never attempted a search for the word "sage" on a search fairy (Search Angel) before. Because I didn't even imagine it.
Simply search "Sage" and you will find vast amounts of information about past books and stone plates in millions, and that is what comes from the age of mythology. "Sage Grecas" would be a few hundred or so at best. This is nothing more than because the record about me is limited to about three or four years of new stuff in this world.
I can find around thousands of pieces of information in the same way even if I search for "brave ergonote" and "warrior faria" to try. The King's government finds books describing the trajectories of their journey, as well as creative books such as novels (including some of Manuferno's work).
And when I looked with the expression "wise man," the search results were in hundreds (...) but they did exist.
All that showed up there was a string like a short poem, all prose smeared like some kind of paranoia. All handwriting is the same, written in round, adorable letters like the one the girl wrote. No doubt the same person would have opened the book and written it into a prank.
I read through looking for a "poem" that seemed to belong to the same author in my obsession.
Because that content was enough to keep me at war.
"A boy from the other world. I wonder if I'll be one wise man every thousand years."
"The journey of the six never ends. The day you called me Sage, I hope the Demon King will wait for you."
At the end of his journey, Sage lived alone in a mansion with a white castle.
"You cry, too, sage. The redhead died in three days."
"Are you going on a journey in a carriage? I wonder where you're going? I wish I could go, too."
"Dragon people look cute. The power of blood, eternal life, immortal body. It's the prison of life, the pain of eternal robbery. I wonder if you want a sage too."
"My lost sage, my friend is dying and I'm going to miss him. But I'm watching. '
"Is this... me, is it? But......"
I whine in my study and drink at ease.
You seem to be writing about me, but you're not totally writing "look" at me.
Because the details of things are different, the passage of time is fragmented and not followed in order, or you write about events that have already happened at different ends.
Redhead kid. I mean, Plum's alive, and I'm not losing, and nobody's dead.
I mean, this is...
"The Book of Prophecy, you mean"
Most of the poems about me were focused on books I had looked into.
Obviously, they're following the trail I checked with Search Magic. I don't know how. But the person who wrote this is real in the king's capital, feeling my signs, prophesying me, no... the world.
Similar prose was written not only about me, but also about various people, matters, countries and events.
I can find an amazing amount of writing when I change my keywords just a little bit. Verbal plain words, such as "a very large country" rather than "Metanostadt", for example, spoken at the sight of children and girls.
- We're just moving like words.
- The rebirth of Muduge Soln...... Prophet, Master Wicki Miln!
Unexpectedly, the words of Four Heavenly Kings Anjorn came back to life.
No way, is it the person who writes prose like this poem, Wicked Miln?
I tried a direct search on "Wicked Miln".
But I can't find anything. Haven't you written it down under that name on the boulder?
I just thought about it a little bit and wrote this twisted poem that made me feel like a "girl with medium to second illness" and spinning the words.
"Search Fairy (Search Angel). Come in. -" Sage, "" World, "" Sober, "" Kristania, "" One. ""
The result, apparently, was the right one.
Books like the diary that came up in front of me were written like this in cute letters on the cover.
- One Clear World - Wicked Future Prospects (Miln)
Definitely. Apparently, this is what they call the Wicked Miln Prophecy.
"I found it, this is the sign of the future you want."
I lift my glasses with my fingertips and go over the contents of the book in more detail.
The first upset had left, but rather the exhilaration and excitement were rising.
The contents of the book are just a series of short texts like the poems I've been reading.
I'm in the mood for a peek at the delusional girl's black history notes, and nowhere near my waist gets swollen.
- The end of the world, the coming of the demon king, the hero, the adventure, the love, the wise, the brave, the warrior, the wizard, the two princesses, what bends the regulator, the darkness, the end of the world, the end and the regeneration, the chosen, the world just for the two -
Looking even at the sea of such delusional words, I was imprisoned by a certain thought.
"Isn't this guy out there... he's never been out?
Perhaps the person who wrote this doesn't know the outside world.
It just seems to me that I'm writing up people, events, just delusions and being in line with the scenery I haven't actually seen. One person behind a dark room with novels and legends, a dream girl who keeps spelling them in her dreams.
I had that impression.
At the end of the poem, the occasional mixed sigh-like admiration words make that impression stronger.
"It's like swimming in a river"
"I want to go into the hot springs, too."
"Nojuku! How lovely. I can't believe I slept without a roof."
I just think I'm writing up this diary, no prophecy, just because of my admiration and paranoia.
The notes written in the book I checked this morning seemed like a message to me, but it wasn't. It's just Wicki Miln's "prophecy."
And the next time I turned the page, I opened my eyes haha.
"Crying in the fall fields, poor sage. The wreckage is cold and dull. I should have lived happily ever after. '
A feeling similar to chills pushes in, like the heart tightening and blood refluxing.
At that time...
The study door opened up momentously and Lentomia rushed in.
"Greg, my God! Demons are breaking into the village!
"What!?
"A massive magic detection network (Magigrid sensor) is detecting proximity from outside the village. I found out because I've been connected since this morning."
Speaking of demons coming to people this season, they live in the woods surrounding the village and are monsters of the beast system looking for prehibernation bait.
"Where? It's still out of town, isn't it?
I put the search magic (google) map search (mapper) in visible mode and display it so that it also looks like Lentomia. Lentomia's thin fingertips point the way out of the village without getting lost.
"Current position is around here. also breaks into the wheat fields quickly, but no one should be there... right?
"No, no! There's..."
Plum, Hemperoza, Iola and the others are on their way to help, the old couple's house!
"Grey?"
"Damn! Let's go, Lentomia!
I instantly super-driven the Magnetics exterior (Magnetics) on my legs and jumped out the window with all my might. Lentomia rushes after me from behind, too.
- Where my magic thread (Magiwire) can't be reached, far from undetectable, the plum, Hemperoza, Iola will encounter the demon!
The wacky, cold autumn air glides down my neck.
"What about Luroni!?
"I already jumped out! I told you how to get there before we did."
Swordsman agility outweighs us by deploying Magnetics. Luckily Luroni was there for me. I hope I manage to trace it before I encounter the demon......
Lentomia caught up with me, staring at the cutter, looking at the front and flying.
- Stay safe, guys.
They both kick on the ground at the same time, increasing the speed at which they run. We rushed to a wheat field off the village at a flying speed.
Continued