Vermillion

Fortunately, obtaining a marriage certificate was not that difficult.

Finish filling out the paperwork at the city hall and mouthing in front of the notary. It was a little unexpected to be formally asked to mouth it as a procedure, but the notion of "swear kiss" also seems to exist in "here". It was also embarrassing to kiss again in public, and it was striking that the notary's middle-aged father had always been pale when he just said "I'm tired of seeing that" as opposed to the illuminable Kays.

From then on, paperwork review and procedures began, and some time after the lunch break, the certificate was issued safely. but by the time they left the city hall with the paperwork, the sun had already started tilting, so the Kays decided to put the sun back in the library again.

"Absolutely. Your marriage certificate was an ambush."

"But, well, I'm glad it went smoothly."

We are both fairly trained around that day when we start to recognize it as' smooth 'if we clean it up. Neither Kay nor Irene looked particularly tired, although they felt a little tired of waiting.

On the way home, he then chills around the market stalls and dewstores. If Eileen finds anything that looks interesting, she pulls Kay's hand - a sight commonly seen all over Wolvern's city here. The merchants and others who have completely remembered Kay's face are watching it with a smile on their face. Some, in love with Eileen, turned a jealous eye on Kay, though.

Ultimately, Kay returned to the inn after buying clumps of crystals that could be used as a magic catalyst and a crushed peach named "Flat Peach (Pesh Pratt)".

"…… Oh, welcome home. How was the library?

Jamie, who was cleaning the liquor store with his hands, greets the Kays with a quiet smile.

"No, I couldn't go to the library."

"I needed a marriage certificate to get into the city with me. The day was crushed by its acquisition."

Irene takes the parchment out of her nose and makes it look flickering.

"Yes... So you both officially put your books in."

Kay and the others take their seats with a grudge, approaching Jamie, who is about to vomit blood. I drank and ate appropriately, flirting in the room as usual, and then went straight to bed, having Jamie serve me like I realized something.

Tomorrow.

A refreshing morning of clouds at high altitude. In a thin morning, Kay and the others walked through the castle gate and finally stepped inside the First Wall.

"... is this a first-class neighborhood?"

"It's amazing, it's so different out there."

Like you, you just walk around looking around.

Everything is quality stone and a world built of red bricks. Spacious streets stretching radially around the castle. All the buildings across the street boasted more than three floors in height and, surprisingly, almost all the windows were fitted with glass. Its neat streets even make you feel the fun of modernity, which, coupled with the chilly morning air, throws a cold impression somewhere.

Usually it was a luxury town that looked idle when I peered in from outside the gate, but it was crowded with busy people at this time. Many of them are servants in elegant but clean clothes, and merchants in small carriages are scattered. And to those passers-by, the guards in red with intimidating gaze.

A red coat stitched with Wolvern's iconic dragon crest, a perfectly polished metal breastplate and a flashy feather-decorated helmet. It's an overdecorated axe spear (Halvard) in its hand - it's like a toy soldier, Kay thinks. But as I observed it, I saw one of the guards.

"- Hey, you there!

The guard pushes the passers-by away and approaches this way. I looked for suspicious shadows around me reflexively, but unfortunately, it was like Kay himself that was marked.

Why are you suspicious? I don't particularly remember being blamed, looking down at my body and Kay tilting her neck. Eileen and I had tailored new clothes for this day and were careful not to look poor and smelly.

"……… Me?

"Yes, it's you! What are you wearing on that hip!

Point to Kay's hip-bow case and say it with a tone that the guard blames. Oh, and Kay, who had a point,

"This is a bowcase."

"… it is forbidden to bring weapons inside the First Wall without permission. Not to mention flying tools... you know that."

"I have your permission."

Kay presents his ID with a shrugged shoulder to a guard who shows some disturbing signs. If the general public, it is also a horn and Kay is an honorary citizen, so it is privileged to bring swords, bows, etc. into the primary city area. There are restrictions on what can be carried by individuals, but Kay only possesses Dragon Scale Throughout and Long Sword. There is nothing wrong with the law.

Incidentally, whether you are an honorary citizen or whatever, the possession of 'tools to harm subjects from a distance', such as arrow bullets (bolts) in crossbows (crossbows) or similar sharp murder weapons, is quite severely restricted from the point of view of assassination prevention. In the unlikely event that it is revealed that they are bringing it in without permission, they will be sentenced to death without question, unless it is also a defence from the royal marquis nobility.

Compared to Satina's drug test, there's not even a strict body check at the castle gate, and it wouldn't be impossible to go in there concealed if you care about it - but in any case, it's a story that Kay has no connection to.

"Permission……… Mm, honorary citizen or Kaich-Nogawa…… this name……………"

A guard who glances at the ID he receives from Kay, under his helmet, and pulls his mouth together.

"Ah, captain. This man is the winner of the shooting division of the tournament."

Another guard, who was nearby, approached Hiko and pointed to Kay.

"I remember seeing myself at the venue."

"Mm-hmm."

A guard who compares the ID in his hand to Kay in front of him to his men's words. It was called an intimidating attitude when he did it earlier, and I didn't think he was reluctant, but Kay tilted his neck and stared back.

"... Hmm, excuse me. By the way, that's you."

"It's my wife."

"Yes Colle Marriage Certificate"

Handy, Irene showing parchment spread out. Now without taking it, the guard glanced at the text.

"Mm, excuse me for this. You weren't suspicious."

"Your colleagues are watching the castle gate, so trust me for a second."

To one word of Eileen, who swelled her cheeks poorly, the guard tapped her helmet and smiled bitterly.

"Hmm, well, sure, you're right. I'm gonna sneak past the wall somehow, not without the unsuccessful ones."

Either way, excuse me, but he went straight back to his place.

"Don't be offended. My boss, he's pretty serious."

A guard of his men who gave him a help boat shrugged his shoulders and, most importantly, turned back to Kay.

"By the way! Can you shake my hand if you like? Good job at the tournament, I've been watching! That was really awesome! I'm so excited about myself!

"Ah, oh. If you enjoyed it, more than anything."

Though slightly pressured by his subordinate guards, Kay shakes back the hand offered and shows how he is not even sloppy. Seeing that, Irene frowned.

"Hey, Kay doesn't really know his face and name for winning a tournament?

"What?... um, yeah, hey,"

To that inquiry, the subordinate guard, who tilted his neck while holding Kay's hand,

"... Isn't it by people? If you weren't at the venue, you wouldn't know your face, and a lot of people would lose interest just hearing that the rest of you won."

"Eh, what the hell?"

Disappointed and weak, Eileen raises her distracted voice.

"Yeah, but my boss is the exception. He's been in another city for a while, and I don't know much about the games in the first place."

"It was. No, it's depressing if you can stop me as many times as you just did, right?

"……… Are you planning to come so many times? In the primary city."

"Oh. I have business at the library. I think we're gonna be doing some research for a while."

Nodding heavily, Kay.

"I see, is it a library……. We have a limited number of guards, so I think we'll get to know your face. If that's the case, why don't you get in with a horse or a carriage? When you cross the castle gate, I don't think you'll be able to stop me."

"... I can't sneak in on every horse as long as it's done. But there's a stables in the library?

"Yes. Some people are noble enough to come all the way. Unless you're a fierce horseman, you'll be able to take care of something."

"Well, next time, shall we ride with horses?"

On the day I go to the library, the Sasquatches will feel better too if I can walk at all rather than being pushed into the stables all the time. He also cut up his handshake (fan service) and thanked his subordinate guards for their advice, and Kay and the others walked out again.

"- But riding a horse because the job question is depressing is also a dumb story."

"I don't have a choice, 'cause it's actually depressing"

Irene shrugs her shoulders once more to Kay's whining.

I spent a while with Eileen here. I get it, but apparently she's very bad at something called 'awesomeness'. They seem to be severely stressed by the situation that they are not culturally and spiritually acceptable, or difficult for them to accept. Especially since Wolvern has a cold spot for the rest of the public and private sectors, Eileen felt so infidel and rotten these days.

Kay, who was originally mixed up with Europeans and Americans playing the game alone, was already used to such alienation - though.

I glance at Eileen walking right next door. Seems boring, a bit depressing, the look I see a lot these days. Kay reached for that golden hair, unconstitutionally.

"Hey, what?"

Suddenly, Irene squeezes her eyes at Kay, who caresses her head.

"……… What the hell, Kay?"

"No, I'm glad you're here."

"Huh?"

"Nothing," Kay shook her head, her eyes blinking further into Irene's eyes and her cheeks glowing.

Through the boulevard.

Soon the Kays were out in a large square with a fountain. Unlike before, the foot is hardened with marble tiles, not red bricks. glittering white worlds in the downpouring sunlight with her spread in front of her.

And before that, the palace of White Asia stands.

"... this is it,"

- Finally, we've arrived.

Wolvern's proud crystal of wisdom.

The Metropolitan Library has just welcomed the two of us here.

†††

First of all, breathe in its standings.

The decorations, the shapes, drew a line from the surrounding buildings. Tall height is not so different from the nearby area. But the depth to the overwhelming sensation of the magnitude of the book collection.

The structure is close to half a moon, to say the least. I try to welcome visitors, and the whole building slowly portrays loneliness. The width of the front would be superior over a hundred meters. Elongated arched windows were provided from the ground floor to the third floor, all of which were fitted with extremely transparent glass.

The walls are elegant white. Smooth glow of marble. Beautiful candy lighting back as if stained by the sun's rays. And what is further enhanced by the sheen of stone is the relief engraved on one side. The designs of flowers, spreads and small animals were so delicate that they made the artisan obsession felt, their shadows creating an exquisite contrast to the marble colour. Assuming you see them as works of art, how much on earth would they be worth - just a sigh of admiration leaking as you crawl through your gaze like a shudder.

They are also blinded to elaborate statues distributed everywhere in a way that integrates with the walls. It seems like it's going to move now - but these statues did the exact opposite. Vividity as if it had stopped life and solidified it as stone. Whether it is an elemental spirit or a reproduction of a great man in history - the maidens with their feathers smile lusciously, and the old man with the thick book stares at the sky with a stern (nasty) look on his face. One hair, wrinkles of clothes that stick in the wind, and such details are engraved to the point of horror.

And the most eye-catching of them all is the central part of the library, the one sitting on the roof. A sturdy figure with a sword in his right hand and a short wand (wand) in his left hand. On its back, as if it were an angel, a large pair of wings are spread. However, its wings were not those of a bird, but rather aggressive, like a bat, reptile, or - reminiscent of a "dragon" - with a dermal membrane and sharp nails.

Beautiful, straight forward, everywhere Rin is there. The harsh expression swoops through the lower realm, but then it drifts a certain kind of mercy. A being that encloses maternal serenity in dragon-like roughness. It was a statue full of elegance that exalted the triumph of reason over desire and the harmony brought about by knowledge.

Often without a voice, Kay and the others fall in love.

"…… Wow, it's like Louvre."

Eventually, Irene opened her mouth.

"Louvre?"

When Kay parroted back, Eileen nodded small,

"That's the Louvre Museum. of Paris."

"……… have you been there?

"Yeah, when I was little, just once......"

Eileen had a blurred look, overlapping her memories of a distant day.

"Is Louvre like this……"

"Uh, no, the building itself is similar. But you didn't have a stone statue like this. Either way, I think the stone statue Nori looks like Piazza San Pietro in the Vatican."

"Really..."

Kay snorted so much that he still blurred somewhere.

"…… it's time to come in?

"Right, right. There's no point in falling in love here."

The two of us said, "Okay!," Kay and the others slowly start walking.

The entrance to the front of the library is a huge kannon opening door. Glass finishing is embedded in the wooden frame, and the structure is visible through the inside. Compared to the windows on the ground floor fitted with an iron lattice, the security performance was not equal, but on both sides of the door stood two guards who were resilient.

Both are lighter than the city's guards and are not equipped with breastplates or helmets. He wears a yellow and black striped coat and holds a metal bar slightly longer than his back length in his hand. Compared to Halvard, it's a big deal, but if a man of the right width has it, he's intimidating enough. They both maintained an upright and immovable posture with a seriously rotten face, not to mention loyal to their duties.

Even as Kay and the others walked over, the guards wouldn't move their expression. There was no stopping him as he was, where Kay tried to touch the handle - there was no sound, and the door was opened to himself.

For a moment, Eileen soon realizes something, even if she gets stuck in the void and solidifies.

"This is a magic trick."

If you look closely, the spell of the Spirit Language (Esperanto) was cleverly hidden in the decoration of the door. It seems that gems embedded everywhere are not just ornaments either.

"You're wasting your money..."

Kay with an impressive, frightened look. From a modern man, it's just an automatic door, nothing plain, but it's incredibly difficult to build a magic artifact that has the physical action of this hand. It should not be possible to achieve it unless it is a high spirit- and the higher the spirits, the rarer the catalyst required. Given the size of it, I wonder if it would be possible to build a little house, just the catalyst that was needed to create this big door.

Stepping inside with such a hard thought, it was a spacious hall.

The interior is perfect, and it's nothing short of "luxurious." The white base area is with the outer walls, but the fresco painting on the ceiling depicted the spirits dancing in the blue sky, and not as beams, not as pillars, and was adorned with plenty of gold foil everywhere.

Come in, there's a reception and a wooden counter on the front, and a sloppy bookshelf behind it - you can see the interior of the library. Elegant greasy fuzzy carpets, sunny windows with seated sofas, and a number of luxurious tables and chairs line the hall's poking area. Whether it was a tea room or a tray with tea utensils in his hand, beside his busy moving servings, he was also seen sitting on a couch or chair and talkin 'good-natured people.

And the gaze of all of them concentrates on the newly entered Kays.

…………

Somewhat awkward. Kay's presence was clearly floating on this occasion.

Both Kay and Irene had new clothes, but the intrusion was for civilians. Compared to the silk clothes that surround them, it is undeniable that they are slightly inferior. Everyone was immediately turning away and resuming the conversation as if nothing had happened, but I could see that attention was being paid to the extent that it was not too blatant.

But to this extent I'm afraid, neither Kay nor Eileen have a soft mental. We just looked at each other and shrugged our shoulders small. Grasp it and get closer to the reception.

Behind the counter in a calm shade, there were two young women who thought they were receptionists.

"-Hello, what can I do for you today?"

In time, a shortcut receptionist wearing a monocle asked earlier. Standing job, I thought for a moment, but apparently he's sitting in a tall chair. Looking into the receptionist's eyes a little lower than his own, Kay opened his mouth.

I'd like to use the library.

"…… is this your first visit? The royalty will be fifty silver coins per year."

He seems to be asking extraordinarily if he can pay.

"I wonder if I'd mind paying for that here and now"

Remove the wallet from the pocket and place it on the counter. Bye, and the rubbing sound of heavy coins sounded.

Well, I won't speak to the voice, but the receptionist tilts her neck as small as she was impressed.

"Of course."

"That was good"

Put one of the gold coins removed from your wallet on the tray that the receptionist has offered you. Slowly blinking, the receptionist wandered her gaze between Kay and Irene.

"For both of you, sir?"

"Yeah, nice to meet you."

"…… yes. Register, please provide your ID."

No heart or a more respectful attitude than earlier. Kay presents her ID, Eileen presents her marriage certificate and asks her to create a book card.

A receptionist who carefully writes letters on palm-sized parchment paper with a silver fountain pen. Blunt, glowing blue ink - a carefree, letter-by-letter gesture.

"……… Yes, then, here, please sign"

They give me a fountain pen and write my name down as they say. Then, on parchment paper, the written signature glowed softly blue and white.

"Now this card will be valid for a year. Please note that the card itself will automatically disappear after the expiration date."

Kay observes the fountain pen in her hand as she listens to the pale receptionist's explanation.

(Is this a magic prop too...)

Or, the ink must be something special too. The props are stiff all the time.

"Thank you. Now, both of you are visiting for the first time, do you need a description of the facility, etc."

While adjusting the position of the monocular glasses, the receptionist asks without expression. When Kay looked at Eileen, she nodded small.

"Please."

"I understand. So long."

Hey, receptionist taking a seat. I guess I'll leave the reception work to another colleague. If I got out of the counter, the one-eyed receptionist was a pretty tall woman. You can see that there is probably the second half of 170.

"Now from the description of this entrance. The tea room over there first, but free for members of our hotel. There are also private rooms and conference rooms upstairs, if you book beforehand -"

After being briefed on the tea room, salon and hand wash, he finally enters the interior of the library from the entrance.

- It's a quiet space. A tightly packed shelf of books and scrolls is lined up like a wall. The carpet at his feet was calm green, with chairs and sofas in the centre of the floor.

"The ground floor mainly deals with poetry, novel literature, history books, etc. It is basically divided by author/author, but if you are looking for something depending on the content or genre, you may want to contact the receptionist or the clerk."

Drop a little tone of voice, receptionist as you whisper. "The clerk went to the office over there," he continued, pulling Kay's sleeve as Eileen was difficult.

"Hmm? What's wrong?"

"Kay, look at that."

Eileen fingers the nearby wall in some excitement.

If you look at you with a strange face, a lamp fixed to the wall.

Light light is shaking in colorless clear glass. For a moment, what a luxury it was to burn oil from daylight - Kay, I think - but was immediately stunned to realize that it was not the light of the flame.

That's the light of magic.

Extremely valuable lighting magic props. Look around you like you were bounced, and realize that everything is united with fire free magic props, from lamps mounted at regular intervals on the walls to chandeliers hanging on the ceiling.

"You're lying... I've never seen anything like this in a game..."

"No matter how much fire protection you put in place, I'm in trouble."

We were both suddenly losing ourselves. The difficulty and cost of creation are ridiculously high, and other things that are unearthed in some ancient ruins and dungeons could not even be obtained in the game. The more it covers everything in this large building, the more it is equipped in large quantities -

Kay and Eileen were all too surprised by Wolvern's production capacity and economic strength.

"……… Are you sure? Then go upstairs."

Receptionist who continues to explain such Kays in a pale way. She took me, and now I'm taking the stairs upstairs.

"Well, upstairs is the floor of an academic book and an encyclopedia."

Encyclopedia?

"Yes, this way."

The receptionist shows twenty-six giant bookshelves lined up at the upstairs window. There is an alphabet swing on the shelf with A, B, C... respectively. And in the shelves, not books or scrolls, were tightly arranged, like files fitted with leather.

"This is our proud Encyclopedia. All these shelves serve as one encyclopedia. From one word, we can go through it multilaterally."

The receptionist, who approached the shelf of A in front of him, pulled out a single file saying, "For example,".

"If you want to look up" apples, "like this."

Hand me a file with "Apple" on the back cover. Turning to paralysis with Eileen, there was basic information on apples - botanical characteristics, main regions and varieties, harvest seasons and cultivation methods - which were also roughly illustrated.

The interesting thing is that the handwriting of the letters varies from page to page. Also at the end of the file are references and the names of "editors".

"Among our users, those with a high level of upbringing and deep expertise are referred to as" editors "and have the right to compile Encyclopedia. If new discoveries are made, additional information is added and errors are corrected if errors are found. Our Encyclopedia is a constantly evolving dictionary."

"…… The point is, it's analog Wikipedia."

"Must be."

Kay nodded deeply, too, at Irene's words.

"Analog............, Wiki? No, Encyclopedia."

Apparently, the receptionist who didn't make sense corrected it with a straight face, but already at this time, the two cautions were directed towards the shelves.

Quickly move onto the N shelf to find the North Land (Northland) item. Then I found a thicker file than I imagined, and if I turned around the contents, the customs, heritage, legends, etc. of the people of Snowfield were noted with the source of the history book.

"... This is going to be quite a long relationship"

Pathan and the file are closed, and Kay smiles at each other. At least, there is no doubt that the research will progress rather than allowances or gradually reading and fishing for books.

"I'll attack from the North for now."

"Then I'll look into the fog."

With this library, you might also be able to grasp the causes that led you to come here.

Kay's quest had just begun.