Side Story 11. The Magic School and the Monster in the Basement (10)

I followed the bowl cut, who seemed to be possessed by something, and looked around in detail.

A bookshelf, which seemed to be made of expensive wood, had arched downward after enduring the weight of the books for many years. Considering that this was expected to be the secret library of the first emperor, the bookshelf must be very sturdy.

The luxurious marble floor was full of dust. There was a trace of a person having passed by in the direction where the bowl cut was going. It was probably the information agents, Magic School teachers, or students who accidentally came into this place and moved like the bowl cut. There were no signs of resistance in the quite long traces, so it meant that there wasnt a single person who had properly protected their mind. How pathetic.

"Oh, have we arrived?"

I stopped following the bowl cut and hid behind a bookshelf.

- Lalalala... Lalala... Lalala... Lala....

The source of the song captivating people was a large pile of treasures. No, to be exact, it was a sword stuck in the pile of treasures.

The bowl cut slowly reached out to the sword as if he had zero interest in the pile of treasures around him. Then, strange stripes appeared on the sword and a black shadow popped out and grabbed him as if wrapping around him.

"Oh my, tentacle play."

Just kidding. The sword that wrapped around the bowl cut with a shadow slowly began to suck up his mana. This was totally a magic sword. Well, it didn't matter to me whether he sucked dry and became a mummy or not. Rather, it would be perfect if he stayed still like that. At least while that magic sword was snacking on him, it wouldnt even care about me, so let's just go and read slowly.

Woong! Woong!

At that time, the Holy Sword, resting on my waist, began to cry.

"It's okay. I won't die. I won't die. They said everyone came back alive. Probably."

It was none of my business whether everyone really came back alive or if some people had their mana sucked out like that and died. If there was a skeleton in between those piles of treasures, then there was someone who probably died.

Woong! Woong! Woong!

The Holy Sword cried out unhappily at my answer.

You have to say it for me to understand, you can't just cry like that. If you're dissatisfied, learn how to speak.

I tapped on the Holy Sword and pulled out a random book from a place I could reach and wiped off the dust.

"Let's see, it's in the ancient language. The title is the wife of the next-door knight captain... What? Is this an erotic novel? My goodness, the first emperors tastes."

If it was the secret library of the first emperor, there should also be good magic books. Since there were so many books, there was a limit to the number of books that I could copy.

I had to go to work tomorrow, so the time limit is until the morning? No, but I was bothered about Yuria and Alice.

"Oh well. What can I do? Shall I take a look in one go? Summon chirps."

Summoning magic circles were drawn in the air, and chirps poured out.

"Don't go over there. We'll go through the outskirts first. J-1, go up to the ceiling and illuminate the whole area, and the rest go east."

The summoned chirps hovered around me once and scattered. As the chirps flew away, I was wary of disturbing the magic sword that was sucking the bowl cut, but fortunately, it was busy sucking him dry.

Relieved, I looked at the information delivered through the chirps.

The chirp that flew to the ceiling illuminated the secret library. Overall, bookcases were packed denser than libraries, and on the outskirts, there were five floor terraces circling the outside. There were no windows, so maybe this place was in the basement.

"From the top terrace section."

The chirps spread widely as they flew high up as I instructed.

"Hmm, the titles here are related to history. Put it in the pocket space and move to the lower section."

I quickly classified the books through the eyes of the chirps and put them in the pocket space. There was nothing useful. It was valuable enough as historical material, but it was not the kind I wanted.

"I don't need this, this is ruined, oh! This looks pretty good."

Still, it wasn't completely full of books that I didn't need. The existence of knights of the round table in the era of the Holy Kingdom and the materials regarding the Giant Tribe and witches were quite interesting. It was quite hard to figure out what I needed with the title alone, but I copied a few usable magic books and put them in my pocket space.

While sweeping books into my pocket space, a book without a title was mixed in.

"Is this book a diary?"

The book I held through my pocket space was written in medieval Imperial, which was the basis of modern Imperial, not the ancient language, which was the political language of the era of the Holy Kingdom.

"Let's see, the seventh lower half-moon in the 17th year of the holy calendar. Sir Modred made fun of Sir Percival for being dumped by his first love. Due to this, the two had a big fight, but fortunately, no one was injured. Of course, Sir Percival, who hung onto his first love at that age seemed silly, but Sir Modred was too much."

How many years ago was the 17th year of the holy calendar?

Now, the year used by the temples was universally used, but in the era of the Holy Kingdom, the era was used for the years. If this was the diary of the first emperor, the holy calendar was probably the year name used by Arietta's father, the previous Holy King.

The Holy Kingdom was destroyed shortly after Arietta became the Holy Queen, so the year couldnt have reached 17.

"I guess he didn't write in the diary every day. Since its just random stuff, lets skip that... The sixth dark moon in the 18th year of the holy calendar. Eventually, the war broke out. And His Majesty the Holy King passed away. Now, we cant use the holy calendar anymore. My thoughts are complicated. On the tenth full moon, Sir Tristan was killed. He suffered an honorable death at the axe of the chief of the Giant tribe. However, the Golgoda Hill, revered as a holy place, was ruined. Is it only Zaharam in the south left now? Rather, Sir Mordred, who was always playful, showed tears. It was the first time I saw his tears. The young Holy Queen...

As I kept reading, I clicked my tongue.