"There...... Wicked Miln!
I rushed out. The aim is the "Royal Library" located on the north side of Metanostadt Castle.
The oldest and most robust core part of the castle, which has existed since its inception, is home to one of the best libraries on the continent, packed with the wisdom of the Metanostadt kingdom for centuries.
The library, which is three floors above ground and one below ground, is just opposite the ballroom. It's in the same castle though, so it's not even a few hundred mertes away.
But it's not good for a boulder for a party invitee to wander around the castle alone. I can't take much time either. There are knights, guards, and officials, not as long as day. If you can blame me, you'll make a fuss about the boulders.
- Automatic chanting (autoload) of exterior changes (metamo outer skin), plus magic enhancement exterior (magnetics).
Too conspicuous can be a mess, so turn yourself into a "guard," reinforce your legs with an even more magically enhanced exterior (Magnetics), and dash down the stone castle hallway. As the guards stood at the corner of the aisle, I slowed down my running speed and exchanged a gentle greeting as I walked by very naturally.
The guard seemed to float in a festive mood, obsessed with telling him where he was going to swallow after work, and didn't really care about me.
Run until you poke the hallway and turn about twice. And down the stairs I was already standing in front of the entrance to the library.
Looking inside through a doorless entrance, there are no scribes already because of the festival, and at first glance there are no figures.
- Is Wicki Miln here?
Only the ground floor of the castle is allowed to enter and exit the library if you are certain of your identity. Resident record books used by the King's government, tax ledgers, and a variety of up-to-date record books, as well as entertainment readings, are on this ground floor.
In addition, the upstairs and third floors contain valuable historical books, royal records, and secrets of outdoor sorcery, making them places that only royalty and some magicians can see.
Furthermore, the first basement floor is a no-access library, and hundreds of years of various ancient books are sleeping, but I hear that there are too many books and they are rarely used to know where or what is being treated.
Unless there are other people like me who use search magic (Gogol), if the number of books is too vast, they're not in a position to find something.
Incidentally, the artificial life form (homunculus) that created the plum is also quite used for the information found in the basement of this library.
My search magic (Gogol) doesn't look directly at books in the library. Is it the kind of image where only the shadow (i.e. information) of a book with an entity is copied to The Millennium Library (Southern-Library), which exists in spaces of different phases, and finds it?
By ordering the search fairy, I can call information from the library for a thousand years.
I set foot on the first floor of the library.
The inside is dim but slightly lit with demonic stone lamps made of crystals. It's great for libraries because it doesn't use fire and has a long life span. Shades are close to candles and eye friendly for reading books.
Continue back through the maze of bookcase forests and up the stairs. I need permission upstairs, but let me sneak in today.
There was an alert junction and locking magic (secure), but I wrapped myself like a cocoon with a concealed (stealth) magic thread (MagiWire) and slipped through the junction.
It's easy to destroy the junction with the magic of a wise man, but then the caretaker here will know.
From here on out, I feel like a spy.
I can't hold the boulder off my heart when it bursts.
The second floor also seems to be quite large, but only about half the size of the large hall of the ballroom. Still, it's spectacular how close to a hundred bookcases line up amazingly. The ceilings are high and open because they are built by punching out the normal room upstairs.
Though the magic lights are on, it's dim, I don't think there are people out there. Even though my ears are clear, they are still quiet and I still don't think there are any signs of people......
I have tried to expand the Enemy Boundary (Circle) by MagiWire, but the bookcase is out of the way and doesn't perform as it should. Apparently, there are also magical "magic books" in the book, distorted in some places, twisted bends, etc. that can't move as well as they will.
"Damn, you depend on your eyes and ears..."
There's a big party going on at the castle today, and I'm in a festive mood outside the castle.
In the first place, a human being reading a book in a library on a day like this would be an unfortunate guy sending lonely youth or a twister who would want to run into a quiet place the other way around on a festive day.
What... is that me?
But the person we need to look for is roughly who we are.
Who can pinpoint the book I was researching called "Royal Genealogy of Metanostadt" and write a mysterious sentence for my hands...
All books that are forbidden to be taken out are held on this second or third floor, and anyone who can read is limited to royalty. Some magicians can read it, too, but I don't think they would do such childish graffiti.
I mean royalty.
But as far as I can tell, all the royals were at that party venue.
and if……,
The 'erased' second princess - Princess Courtilt Metius, huh?
But that's just my reasoning. Unless you actually meet the mysterious figure, the Lord of the Prophecy called Wicked Miln, you don't know if it's the erased princess.
Oba, the cleaning lady with the impression, that's impossible.
Look around quietly thinking about it and look for signs of people.
Every step forward, the smell of ink, which is made of glue (nickawa) and ink (soot), snorts. That smells good to me, interwoven with the dusty smell characteristic of old books.
I run away from the noisy party and even feel like reading here until morning.
- Why don't you?
Is this what mummification is all about?
The library is so wide and dim that you can't see the back. I wonder if there are any more clues?
"I have no choice, would you like to search again..."
Maybe something's written down again. The book to look into...... "Dance Hatu".
It's an associative word from the keywords "Laughter at the lively music you hear" and "Ball" that were written in the book earlier.
I got the impression that that writing was more like a diary of writing down one's emotions as they were, rather than a poem, and if you're interested in a ball, wouldn't you look at a book on how to dance? It was from my instinct.
Expand Search Magic (Gogol).
- and.
Fluffy, and something glowed with a blur of vision. Sprinkling with glitter and powder of light, something like a small glowing goose floated through the clearance of the bookcase.
"Search… Fairy (Angel)?"
I was surprised when I saw it in my own hall too, but it's no wonder I'm here.
The Search Fairy (Angel) is a real-world library and a timeless place where you can freely go to the Millennium Library (Southern-Library).
She looks like a shiny girl about 15 cm long, with long, blue-white glowing hair with only black eyes. I have translucent feathers on my back that sparkle the powder of light as I fly.
The fairy figure does not look surprising to those with magic, but can also be seen in the eyes of a normal human if fairy confidence so desires.
I can't talk, but they can communicate with me with expressions, tricks, etc.
He seems like a fairy who must be in a place where books come together, but so far it seems like I'm the only one in the world who can use them.
It exists transcendentally in time and place, does not have the concept of an individual, and at the same time it builds a global network that transcends space-time as a "whole of consciousness" between identities that exist.
I went after him without my hair. I bent over the corner of the bookcase and as soon as I thought I caught up with him, the fairy figure scratched out.
But I didn't miss a glittering grain of particles spilling out of a certain book gap.
When I approached you to get the book...
Ki......, and something stopped behind me.
I looked back in surprise and reflection. There was a girl in a wheelchair with a more surprising look on her face than me and her eyes rounded.
"Ah-!?"
He forgot to temporarily stop the Enemy Junction (Circle). It is almost unconscious to allow this close proximity.
Soft lights of magic stones suspended from the ceiling illuminate the appearance of a girl who suddenly appeared.
Wheelchairs are like fine conditioning made of wood and skin. I can tell that it is by the hands of a fairly skilled artisan.
He has a wizard wand-like stick in his right hand, but his left hand remains a strong grip on the wheel of the wheelchair.
I couldn't help but breathe in the pity of a girl like an elaborate doll.
Totally neat eyes in a neat outline. Long eyelashes (lashes) that edge it. The color of the eyes is light blue reminiscent of the spring sky. Is the hair a soft, honey-colored hair color, and would it have a length to the bottom of your hips if you stood up? The loosely wavy tips are beautifully maintained.
But the girl is puzzled and surprised, rather the colour of fear floats on her face in dawn clarity.
"Ahh... ahh"
When he moved his mouth slightly and exhaled a shallow breath, he began to move his hands to lower the wheelchair back like he was in a panic. I put my hands up like I was begun, with the best smile (though this is the hardest part) on my face,
"Ah! It's not suspicious, I just snuck in a little..., ha!?
I'm too suspicious. I resent the low interpersonal skills.
"... Hino, ya...!
It seemed to be completely counterproductive, the girl turns the wheelchair in a rushed manner, but soon gets caught in the bookcase with Gatsun and stops moving. Gah, gah! and funny how he panicked, but he looks desperate with tears on the edge of his eyes.
But even though it's not a strange situation to shout out, she just moves with her mouth full.
I make up my mind and give my name.
"It's okay, I won't do anything! I'm... a wise man named Grecas."
As soon as the girl heard my name, she stopped moving perfectly. If you look closely, he's shaking his shoulder small with a clatter.
A pale golden hair covers and hides the remaining side of her youthfulness. I can't ask for that look, but I'm either frightened or crying... either.
I'm gonna slow down and change the direction of the caught wheelchair.
"Ah..."
"I'm sorry I let you go."
When I apologize, you finally understand that I'm not the kind of person to do harm, and I blink my eyes a few times as I tilt my neck in a frivolous motion.
Eventually the girl leaned down and kept her gaze down, moving her buddy lips.
"It was..., I thought... a fairy tale..."
- What, because?
Continued