I just opened the door and felt the fuzzy, indescribable air and got goosebumps. It's not an unpleasant feeling, somehow, it's such a strange feeling, like touching something sacred.
"Well, I'll wait here"
"Huh? Mr. Gill won't go inside with you?
As Mr. Gill tilted his neck because he said so in front of the door, Mr. Gill softened his eyes.
"Explore it with magic. Meg would be able to."
"Explore?"
He said, "Find out what magic you feel from this library with your own magic." Can you do that?
"That's all there is to possessive magic. Besides, you're smart. It'll feel like a lot."
Or smart! It kind of lights up. I decided to try and do what I was told, with a gleeful glimpse of what was going to be Derek's uncluttered face. Everything is a challenge. Besides, the use of magic also suppresses runoff. It's insignificant, but better than not doing it.
Close your eyes softly and focus on the library. He wraps his magic around his whole body and slowly pours it into the library. At the same time, an image that takes magic from the library into itself. It feels like it blends the magic of the library with a little magic of its own. I wonder why I know how to do it myself...... maybe because I was watching Gil and his friends use these sorceries.
Then I began to feel the information. It's not the same as flowing into your brain, you feel it. This is a strange feeling. I'm not feeling it as a word, so I'm going to need to language it myself. Um, what? Eliminate, people, magic, one...... Ah, I mean, this library!
"Only one, can you get in? And you can't even use magic?
"Correct."
When I said so, Mr. Gill stroked my head. Yay! And it also tells me more details. About the fact that there are no spirits in there, but only certain spirits live there, and their children are protecting us here, and then the kind of mechanism you just explained to me. There's a lot more, but that's about all that matters, Gill says. Shh, wow. It's so legible.
"I'm used to this. If you feel concerned or uncomfortable, you should try it like right now. gradually be able to read all sorts of things"
"Whoa, okay!
I'm kind of glad there's more I can do! I've seen everyone use magic to read information as a matter of course, but it was the first time they'd done it themselves, wasn't it? 'Cause it tells me a lot before I look into it.... That, then why did you tell me now?
"Just do it when someone's around. Some things can cause headaches due to excessive information. Meg has a lot of magic, so if you can't control it, all that information will flow in."
What, you were in such danger! Oh, well, that's why I never let you use it before. But it's still unstable, isn't it? That's what I heard, and now Mr. Gill was assisting me. Come on, I didn't realize. Exactly.
But, well, then you have to try not to do it on your own. Still, you told me, which means you trusted me to keep my word. And to meet that credibility!
"I'm in the middle of something here. Call me when you're done."
If they call me by my name, they'll know. Too omnipotent. Well, that's not what started it now. So I dropped off Mr. Gill's back in front of the door, and I finally stepped into the library.
The door closed automatically as I entered the room. Stop, such a horror performance. But there were purple glowing spirits drifting around inside, and I'm not afraid because I felt a willingness to welcome them. Letters, books, that kind of spirit? The scribe in Ortus, Mr. Monica's contract spirit, probably fits because he was a spirit of letters in a color like this.
I had a desire to talk to the spirits, but you shouldn't forget your purpose. All right, we need to find out.
First, I took a zappy look around the interior of the library. The room is filled with wooden bookshelves, and every single one of them is stuffed with books. The book, though, was unified with the kind of making that put together a bunch of paper briefly. I don't know what that is because I don't have a back cover. I would try to retrieve one... but I can't. I guess it's because this isn't the book I need right now. I see.
That, how do I look for this? Similar books everywhere you look.... No, no, don't rush. Sure, you have to think hard with your head about the information you're looking for. Having taken a gentle, deep breath, I closed my eyes again and strongly remembered the information I needed in my head.
I want information about my special physique. I want to know how to handle dreams and any details such as people who have had the same abilities before......!
Okay, so when I opened my eyes again, an unexpected sight popped into my eyes.
"Hih..."
Unexpectedly, strange voices also leak. Because there were dozens of books floating around me. Those books drifting fluffy as they surround me. Poltergeist? I thought so, but nothing. The spirits were just bringing me here. Ho. But I want you to stop playing horror. I don't think it was on purpose!
"Thank you very much. But I may not be able to read it all at once..."
While I thank the spirits who helped me, I can't read so many at once, and I probably can't hold them. I can't use magic. I don't have that much power. I'm sorry for my weakness.
Then you guessed it, and the other spirits began to gather in one place. Looking in that direction...... I found my desk. I see. You should read it over there, huh? Well, it wasn't earlier, was it? It's a strange phenomenon, but, well, that's kind of magic. It seems to be one of the other sorceries Mr. Gill examined earlier.
With that in mind, what, a book that was floating flying towards my desk at once, overlapping beautifully on my desk. The spirits carried it to me. Kind!
Because of this, let me read a little over there. Thanks again to the spirits, I sat at my desk and started reading books.
Concon, face up haha with the sound of Shit, he's been too immersed in reading. When I rushed to close the book I was just reading and turn my face to the one who sounded, I heard voices followed.
"Meg, it's time to go back"
Mr. Gill's voice. That, I wonder if it's been that long. But I've only been able to read the second book halfway through. It takes a while to read a book, doesn't it, me?
But look, I didn't think I could read it all at once, and I'll come back tomorrow. I decide that, and I answer yes, and I head to the door.
"Eh, I don't know how to clean up this book"
You can't just leave it like this. When I thought so and squealed, the book that was on my desk floated fuzzily, and then it was stored on my bookshelf as I jumped around here and there. Oh, wow. The spirits here are also excellent.
"Thank you. I'll see you tomorrow."
That's how you greet the working spirits, and when you put your hands on the door, the purple light that fades and glows as if you were responding. Kind of cute. Can we do about a ritual to give it a name? I want to see these kids. I decided to ask Mr. Wiz later, and I left the library behind.
Looks like you've been focused for a long time.
On the way home, Mr. Gill called out to me like that as I was walking around holding hands. After Mr. Wiz's work, he still hasn't come out, so he asked Mr. Wiz to go home first. Sure, you can't make me wait.
"I'm sorry to keep you waiting, too, Gil..."
"Never mind. This one's got some work to do."
When I uttered an apology, they told me not to apologize for that. So when I say thank you again, that's fine, it narrows my eyes. Huh.
"Yes, we've been contacted that we have a fight schedule."
"What, really!?
That's good information. Until now, this is roughly the only time I've decided. When I hear it, the full moon day when the moon has now gone around six degrees, let's just say. About six months from now. Surprisingly fast. You know very well that the people who go about their work are too good!
Oh, well, then I'll have to train well in the last six months, too. I can't show my pity when I compete. I want to show Aska and Rune the goot, and Urbano, who comes to support it, the cool part too! Even like this, it's actually amazing.... I know, what I don't rely on to look like. That is why.
I'm going to be pretty busy with how to control magic and also studying dreams of a special physique. But I have things to do, so I can work harder because I have goals.
Before I got here, I was full of anxiety, but I have a real feeling I'm moving on one by one. It's okay, you can get over it, right? When I can squeeze my hand into it, I notice Mr. Gill pointing his face at me.
"I'll do my best. So if you can't do it too much, I want you to tell me."
I'm obsessed because there's something about my surroundings that gets out of my sight... or maybe a little bit more, you know? Because of that, I'm in a habit of seeing painful eyes when I ring. But, you know, that's what this is all about, and it's reopening. That's why I'm doing you a favor! That's enough progress, isn't it?
"Oh, let it be. If you can't do too much, do your best to spoil it."
"Ugh, punishment hasn't been punished......!?
I don't know how to spoil it with all your strength. I have a desire to be cared for, but that's it, the one that cripples people, I know. How horrible that is. In a way, maybe it's the right punishment for me. But making such a choice made me feel like Mr. Gill, and I thought it would blow me away. Mr. Gill, too, is laughing together.
...... oh. I don't know, you're happy. I want to protect this happiness all the time.
At this time, for the first time, I felt it in the back of my chest, a hot "something" springing up. It was long before I realized who it was.