Chapter 107: The Lost Library (3)
The cells that make up the body are constantly being replaced.
It was a natural physiology. While countless cells fall away, countless other cells are ford, and the body is maintained. The shell of a living being was thus stained with death and birth. Unstably, barely.
mory was no different. mory is completed through nurous forgettings. The mories that are cherished beco precious because forgotten mories exist. Sotis, even mories that shouldn't be discarded will fade away, but,
There was no need to be sad.
For they have gone to the side of the God of Oblivion ‘Fichte’.
“Everyone is welco.”
Clap, it went.
Penelope clapped her hands.
“This is the reading room of the Lost Library.”
Monika's eyes widened.
All sides were transparent. Transparent walls enclosed the square space.
It's confusing. That was the only impression that welled up. Her knowledge of architecture was nonexistent, but it didn't seem to conform to any architectural style that existed in Epezeria. Since the Lost Library was a place that existed outside the world.
‘It’s hard to breathe.’
Monika hugged her shopping basket. As if squeezing her chest.
She bowed her head and looked down. She stared at the circular corridors of the library that continued endlessly downward. It was the point where they had arrived through Penelope's magic circle.
anwhile, when she looked up,
‘The sea.’
And bubbles.
An underwater world stained with bubbles was revealed.
Colorful bubbles filled the water. So swelled into human shapes, and sotis they swelled into the shape of the sun. Like insects, like stones, or like a mixture of humans and elves and dwarves and orcs and trolls. Such bubbles were being generated one after another in the water.
How should she describe it? Monika thought quietly. The Lost Library was under the water, and it existed above the ground. It was confusing whether to say it was under the sea or on the land.
“That is the God of Oblivion.”
Suddenly, Abel opened his mouth.
While wiping the blade of his beloved sword with his collar.
“What you are looking at is the body of the God of Oblivion.”
“……You an the bubbles?”
“I was referring to the sea.”
The God of Oblivion ‘Fichte’ was an infinitely expanding sea,
And it had no definite form. For the shape of water changed depending on where it was contained.
It was just symbolic. The infinite sea symbolized the depth of mory, the abundant bubbles the principle of creation and extinction, and the deep underground the mire of oblivion. Therefore, the Lost Library was rely ‘Fichte’s’ chamber, built between mory and oblivion.
Abel recited these facts.
“You must have understood by now. We will begin training now.”
“Training?”
Monika's eyes widened.
“No, I didn't understand it all. And by the way, are you okay, Sensei? Right now, I……”
My breath……,
I’m out of breath……, she said.
Monika said, placing a hand on her chest.
“……I feel like I’m going to die?”
“You will.”
Abel nodded once, and then,
“But it's fine. You're far from dying.”
He explained the situation in a calm tone.
For now, only her breathing would be difficult. Soon her whole body would start to bruise, and then her skin would beco necrotic. Her bones would lt. Her internal organs would rot. And she would die. For a mortal body could not endure the domain of a main god.
“Are you a little relieved now?”
Abel wore a faint smile.
“You have just entered the first stage.”
“I’m not relieved at all. To the point where I want to kick you in the shin, Sensei. What kind of training are we supposed to do in this situation?”
“Endure it.”
The content of the training was simple.
To just stand still and endure in the domain of a main god. It was a necessary process for Monika. Soon she would set foot in the domains of other main gods, and the mont when she would have to face the main gods directly was also approaching.
“Be prepared for your body to bruise. We'll be back before your skin becos necrotic.”
Abel whispered so and then moved on.
It would have been better if you just let study for the exam! Monika shouted, panting for breath, but he ignored her. He stopped beside Penelope and sharpened his gaze.
“I will enter the archive alone. Lady Penelope, please take care of Monika.”
“Wouldn't it be nice to have a family outing?”
Penelope shrugged her shoulders.
“Father and mother, and daughter. The three of us together.”
“We are not a family.”
“We're becoming one.”
“Absolutely not.”
“I'll decide that.”
But I'll respect it, she said.
Penelope muttered, brushing back her golden hair.
Entering the archive with a child in tow would be a concern. In the first place, she herself would also be a burden to Abel. She was just an evangelist of the God of Oblivion; Penelope's knowledge of divine magic was shallow. More a songstress than a cleric. That was Penelope's identity.
“Mr. Abel Argento, listen carefully.”
Penelope bent down.
She extended her index finger and swept it across the floor.
“To reach the correct archive, you must solidify the mory.”
A magic circle was created following Penelope's hand gesture.
Bubbles filled the circular border. It was a symbol that represented the internal organs of the God of Oblivion, and a system that symbolized the number of archives. The God of Oblivion had as many internal organs as there were bubbles, and the number of archives that made up the Lost Library was also the sa. It was impossible to count them.
“Think of the leaders of the Parousia Denomination. You must not have any other thoughts.”
Penelope took a step back and gestured.
Towards the center of the magic circle.
“So that the doors of the archives can respond.”
“I know.”
Abel took a step.
He stood on the magic circle.
“Be careful. The doors of the archives are nasty, and even if you pass through the door, a guard will be waiting for you.”
“I know that as well.”
“You do?”
Penelope crossed her arms.
She opened her mouth with a playful smile.
“Then that's a relief. I don't want to beco a widow.”
“Lady Penelope Polastiras.”
Abel let out a sigh.
“I will say it again. I only needed a false identity. I do not wish for a true marriage. I had a woman with whom I shared affection, and although she has passed away……”
Guuung──, it went.
The magic circle began to glow.
Black bubbles surrounded Abel.
Abel closed his eyes gently and continued to speak.
“She will not be forgotten.”
As he whispered so,
He put strength into the hilt of his beloved sword.
An endless fall was waiting for Abel.
* * *
A tedious sense of floating enveloped Abel.
He was falling down. In the center of the spiral-shaped corridor, Abel opened his eyes in the midst of a pit whose bottom he could not fathom.
It was a familiar process for Abel.
He had plenty of experience using the Lost Library. He also knew the source of the voices echoing in his ears. The sentient doors of the archives. The doors that had responded to the knowledge Abel sought were whispering incessantly.
The corridors of the library were made of nurous bookshelves,
And at the sa ti, they were doors. The entrances to the archives, classified by purpose, were lined up.
Abel recalled the leaders of the Parousia Denomination.
The five cardinals who had reigned in a distant era. The powerful warlocks whose identities even the current Pope did not know. The apostates who, after looking up to the Pantheon for a long ti, desired to beco new gods themselves.
Who are they.
What is the reason that no records remain.
Abel extended the thread of mory.
He tried to find a connection between the Parousia Denomination and the Vianchiel Kingdom.
How could they use the steel of a kingdom that had already fallen? Now that the information left by Fleur had not been fully deciphered, it was highly likely that the forr territory of the Vianchiel Kingdom was the very origin of the Parousia Denomination.
The cardinals were the manpower of the empire,
And the Vianchiel Kingdom was the birthplace of magic.
What was the connection between magic and faith.
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