As far as the eye can see, it is an endless sea of books.
Rows of various bookshelves are placed between the spiraling endless towers, golems and puppets patrolling back and forth, everything is well organized, this is the largest library I have ever seen.
But the books and classics here are obviously different. The big bookshelves are too big for giants. The top of the bookshelves goes straight into the sky, while the small ones can't even be used by rat people, only the size of a fingernail.
Above each book, there is a vague magical aura surrounding them. These are not ordinary books, but magic books.
"...This is my world, the secret hall."
In the middle of all the bookshelves, Heloise sat on the floating disc, and introduced me to this world exclusively for her with a serious face, but I just tried to hold back my smile.
reason? The baby's red cheeks still have small dimples, and the neatly arranged short blonde hair wears a golden princess crown, high-heeled red children's shoes, white lace children's skirts, and strawberry bunny pants that have been accidentally lost. Pants… good, no response at all, I really am not a lolicon.
The Heloise in front of me is even more extreme than the girl form, no matter how you look at it, a super young girl who is no more than seven or eight years old, and this is her reality.
The heart is like the world. It is a strong person who puts the "truth" in his heart into the real world to rewrite the reality. Everyone's cognition of the truth of himself cannot be distorted, just like I was killed at the age of fourteen in "Defend". The appearance of Heloise at this time was probably also the moment she died.
She is trying to maintain her majesty, but the majesty of a young girl, with her bulging cheeks, is not only non-threatening, but also very cute... Ahem, the dead cat is grinding its teeth again, let's get down to business.
"... Here are not only the magic books and magic books that I have collected over the years, but also all the magic materials of the age of the elf empire. At the last moment, what I thought was not hatred, but to pass on our culture and magic... "
I'm a little more serious. If the deceased talks about his death date and last wishes, he should still maintain due respect.
If this is the magical knowledge accumulated over ten thousand years and the legacy of the elf empire, then Heloise's erudition seems to make sense, but after thinking for a while, I shook my head.
"...It should be, more than that, it doesn't conform to the basic rules of magic."
The mind-like world is also a part of the elemental power system. It is the deepest desire and obsession of the holder. I have never doubted that Heloise has a mind-like world, because her obsessions and accumulations are all the undead monarchs I have ever seen. The strongest of all, and the desire for power is also the catalyst of the mind-like world.
In the past, I hadn't heard about the world of her mental image. It turned out to be because she killed all those who knew it, but now it seems that it is probably because this is a rare pure auxiliary mental image world, so it will not be attacked by its enemies. seen.
But I still feel that the situation is not right, because the heart-like world is also a part of the power of the elements, and the basic properties and laws of the elements must be obeyed. The power of the elements, and the mind of the undead system is like the world, often turning life and death upside down, either to let the living die, or to make the dead come alive, me and that Siro Archon, the big bug, are the latter.
Heloise's mind is like the world, too peaceful and peaceful, which is not her style at all, nor is it in line with the extreme and evil nature of the undead mind-like world. If this knowledge is kept by learned scholars and hermits, I can still understand, But Heloise is obviously not in this style of painting. Her heart is like the world. Considering her personal view of revenge and strength, she should directly give her strength to enhance her combat power.
"... Open it."
I didn't hide my doubts, but after hesitating for a moment, Heloise pointed at me, and a thick blue magic book fell into my hand.
As soon as I touched it, my complexion changed. Countless anatomical experiences told me that it was made of human skin. Only the most evil devils and evil gods would use human skin scrolls and human skin magic books.
But I find it more and more strange, this blue-blue magic aura should be a magic book of wind, but my hesitation turned into nothingness the moment I opened the book.
"... I'm Joey Stellan, a legendary wind magician, my best research field is the materialization of wind elements, and based on this, I have opened up three types of wind and blood acupuncture, double tornado, and twinkling wind wheel. A special kind of magic, I have gone through three hundred and seventy-two battles..."
As soon as I opened the book, I felt pulled into the book. The magic-related experience and combat experience named Joy Strand was re-presented in front of me. Every detail and experience was as if I had experienced it myself. , learning, experimenting, and fighting are like personal experience, except that there is no life and daily memory, this is the whole life of the mage.
"… 'The House of Mysteries - the Hoard of Books of Soul', every book of the soul was once an excellent mage, and one third of my direct disciples are here, and this is also the Omniscient One's Roots…”
Heloise deliberately kept her words plain, but the trembling childish voice and the touch of her soul let me know that she was not at peace in her heart.
What is she afraid of? Fear of your biggest secret being known? Then why did she bring me here, as long as she never divulges her secrets, no one will know her weaknesses
What is she afraid of? Fear of being disgusted by me? Isn't she used to being hated and hated
What is she afraid of? Fear that I can't recognize her past? Then why doesn't she hide her past...
"Perhaps, for her, I'm a little bit special..."
Everything lingered in my mind, but I was a little helpless. At this time, my thoughts were probably more and more distracted, and I was thinking, "I really sow my own seeds and reap my own harvests. If I didn't slip away, I might also come here. When I treasured it, Heloise silently stood in front of me, as if waiting for the final verdict.
[…Aren’t you going to say something? As the male lead, at least give some comfort, like I don't mind your past or something nice.]
"Oh, I didn't mind at first, and I said something nice. There are thousands of mage wrecks here? In any Ice Age I have, the number of deaths is more than ten times this."
Yes, the link of the soul can't lie, I don't care at all, Heloise is not a good person, I know from the beginning, I am not a good person, I am a bastard who should have gone to hell, but I I don’t think we have done anything wrong. Could it be that fate has arranged such a desperate plot for us, should we obediently cry like a victim, and then meet our doomsday in desperation.
"...As long as we can reverse our despairing fate, we will use any means. As long as we can gain power, what means can't be used? Are we wrong? Should we obediently die in childhood? Shouldn't we pursue strength and embark on the road of revenge
So, if we're right, are those innocent victims wrong? It's even more unlikely, right? "
So if the parties are right, did the god of fate who arranged the bad luck be wrong (the god of fate was shot)? Is it the God of Order and the God of Chaos who created life wrong (the system was shot)? No one can give an answer. If we must find an answer, we can only say that the world is wrong.
"Everyone is right, everyone just wants to work hard to survive. All, I want to create a world where it's not that difficult, and most people can live easily without fighting."
Therefore, there is the law and the underworld to judge all sins. For a slightly better world, all sinners will eventually be judged.
Looking at Heloise, I laughed, I didn't need words, my meaning was very clear, when everything was over, the day I went to hell, I would definitely leave a room for the dead cat... Considering the current situation It seems pointless to think that far.
I admit my guilt, but there seems to be something to be done before serving my sentence, at least for a tragic protagonist like us, a little less.
But the dead cat smiled, with a smile like a dream, and tears in his eyes, as if he was satisfied with the sentence of "life imprisonment".
"Hey, hey, don't come here, your tears are so dirty... Don't think that I won't clean you up in the form of a little boy, don't wipe your snot on my clothes! Hey, hey, drool!"
When everything turned from chaos to calm, blue magic books were piled up in front of me, and this was what Heloise brought me in.
"According to your talent in magic, when you accumulate the theory back to the level of a demigod, it is expected that it will take at least three hundred years, and the holy war may be over. Therefore, you can only use unconventional methods."