Baron Bilbohm has two sons.
His eldest son, Alan Beerboom, who will inherit his title in the future, loves to read. He has a calm and gentle personality. He has shown intelligence beyond ordinary people since he was a child. Even the people of the Barony believe that he will become a wise lord. .
Dusk passed quietly, and the afterglow of the setting sun disappeared beyond the horizon, and the night, as always, shrouded Baron Bilbohm's mansion.
Alan Bielbohm, who was indulging in a biography of a great sage, lit the oil lamp on the table with a match as usual.
But the light brought by the fire lasted for less than five minutes, and the whole room was once again plunged into darkness.
It's the lamp oil.
Not only the oil lamps, but even the bottles containing lamp oil were empty.
Although it's okay to go out and call the servants to find lamp oil from other places, but now most of the servants in the mansion have rested, and with Alan's innate kindness, he doesn't want to disturb them for his little things .
So he simply went to the nearby utility room in the dark, trying to find spare lamp oil from it.
As a result, after searching for a long time in the dusty pile of sundries that might be traced back to his ancestors who made great contributions to the kingdom, he couldn't find the lamp oil, but he found something that looked like a candle.
If you're just reading a book, even candles are fine.
Thinking this way, Allen returned to his room with a candle, and lit it skillfully with a match.
Only after that did he see the whole picture of this strange candle: the shape of the candle looks like an orange bird with its wings folded. After lighting the candle, the flame is like a bird. The feathers on the top of the head are as gorgeous.
The candlebird's eyes flickered with the candle flames, and the reflected light spots made it seem to come alive, full of vivid feelings.
After looking at the candle for a while, Allen began to look at the book he hadn't finished reading.
"Is that book interesting?"
After an unknown amount of time, an ethereal and ethereal voice sounded.
"It's not bad. The sage Roy recorded a lot of interesting things when he was traveling in the mainland, such as the apple grove on the top of Mount Amos..." Speaking of this, the boy suddenly felt something was wrong. He raised his head and found a girl Floating over the room.
The other party has a rare black long hair, and at this moment, this night-like long hair floats around her as if it has life.
The girl was wearing a strange orange dress with feathers and cloud patterns embroidered with golden silk thread. Allen swore that he had never seen a dress with such long and wide cuffs—the noble ladies at the noble ball recently The sleeves are getting shorter and shorter, and more and more arms are exposed. They prefer to use the fabric on the skirt, even if it makes the skirt so bulky that even panniers and pulleys are used. to move freely.
However, although the costumes are very strange, even from the perspective of Allen's aesthetics, there is still a strange beauty that can make people accidentally indulge in it.
Perhaps this has something to do with the fact that the girl herself is a beautiful woman with an unrivaled temperament...
"What are you... what?!" Allen felt a little parched, but it wasn't because of physical impulse, it was just fear when he saw phenomena he couldn't understand.
Although he also saw records such as "magic" and "alchemy" in some alchemist's notes, it has been verified that those are not tricks or the result of the other party's random fabrications.
Therefore, it is normal for the world view to be shocked when seeing such a supernatural scene with one's own eyes.
The girl didn't answer, but pointed down.
Allen looked in the direction she pointed out, and found that the girl's lower body became more and more transparent, and she couldn't even see anything below her knees. Only the dancing candle was still blooming glowing.
Then, Allen noticed something strange.
In his feeling, it should have been quite a long time since he lit the candle himself, and even the most burnable candle has to be burned. But the candle that was made into a bird is still exactly the same as the beginning, without any change at all.
"Are you the smoke from a candle?"
The young man's strong thirst for knowledge overwhelmed his psychological fear, and he couldn't help asking the other party curiously.
"To be precise, I am the detached state shown by the information in the candle through the flame." The girl whispered something that a young man in a medieval age similar to Europa would never understand: "If you must understand, The candle is my body."
"Then can I call you a candle?" Allen asked excitedly for some reason.
"Please call me Roadrunner." The girl born from the candlelight refused the nickname without hesitation.
"Who made you? An alchemist? Or the legendary great sage?"
"I am the creation of the goddess, and my mission is to return to the goddess... But unfortunately, as you can see, I don't have the ability to move myself." The girl continued to say in that ethereal voice before: "If you are willing Help, let me return to the goddess, and I can fulfill your wish."
"Goddess? How can I help?"
Allen blinked, then asked.
He feels that the amount of information he knows today is, in a sense, more than in his previous life...
"Just kill 'me'." Roadrunner said in a calm voice.
"… what?"
"The state of the candle is originally formed by the distortion when passing through the wall of law. The existence of 'I' is also a part of this distortion. As long as the distortion is corrected, the 'Goddess Device·Roadrunner' can naturally return to Lady Goddess. "As if not noticing the astonishment on the young man's face at all, the girl continued: "The specific method is to throw a candle into a furnace with a temperature of more than 1,200 degrees Celsius, and use a weight of more than 500 tons from a height of 1,000 meters toward the It can be done by dropping a candle or using an explosion equivalent to about 10 million tons of TNT."
"Although I don't know what you are talking about, but I always feel very powerful..."
The ancient people in the middle ages looked confused.
"Of course, if none of these can be done, there is an easier method." The girl continued blankly: "Blow out the candle and hide it where no one can find it."
"Is that all right?"
The boy was a little surprised.
"When everyone forgets the existence of the candle, it is equivalent to being 'eliminated'. Compared with the destruction on the physical level above, this method of directly denying its meaning is closer to destroying the essence." Roadrunner Staring at the boy, he said slowly.
"Wait a minute, but I still remember? Doesn't this make it impossible to satisfy the condition of 'everyone forgets'?"
Allen discovers a bright spot in the girl theory.
"It doesn't matter. Before that, I will teach you how to make potions with some herbs. After you drink them, you won't remember anything."
"..."
So Allen decided to keep the candle to see the situation first.