Chapter 554 – Libraries and Slabs

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The inside of the dungeon, which was opened and entered, was a library with numerous bookshelves lined up in an orderly manner, like a huge library.

Although Cleon had never been there himself, he had heard from Lyla that the academy’s vault was of this type, and it was expected that a lot of knowledge was sleeping in a dark room without a single light.

“Hiya~ That’s a huge number of books… Besides, not a single speck of dust has accumulated.”

Schrödinger, who flew up from Cleon’s bosom, went close to the book in the library and touched it with his wings, but unlike the dusty books in the old library, the surface was almost as clean as new.

“Probably, it’s because of magic that the things inside don’t get weathered. It’s a common thing in dungeons.”

It was expected to see how Layla would have reacted if she had been with her, but it seemed like it would take too much time to find out where the information about ‘The Crown Prince’ would be among so many books.

Besides, the visions of Lesia and Nemea disappeared inside.

‘To be able to know what Lesia saw inside…’

While Cleon thought so, he first started walking out of the room.

I don’t think there will be only books in this library.

On the surface of the black marble in the pocket, a pattern of brighter light appeared than before.

Then, the target to use this black orb must surely exist somewhere inside.

Whether it’s a book or a magic tool, if it’s reacting to magical power like this, the target will feel the same magical power.

Thanks to Amelia, the pounding that she felt in her body her has subsided considerably, so she is able to kill magic poetry that requires concentration.

Then, naturally, Cleon turned her head to Amelia, whose face was blushing, with her hand on her chest beside him.

Contrary to what they had been up until now, they were breathing through their mouths, so they could hear the sound continuously.

“Amelia, are you okay?”

“It’s okay… It’s Cleon, was it like this until just now…?”

It looks like it’s quite difficult to say that it’s okay.

“The strength probably varies from person to person, but…”

Cleon nodded his head as he wrinkled his brow.

And, thinking is the question of Nemea’s vision of her that created this situation.

In order for Cleon to carve his seal her, it is necessary to at least exchange magic with that person.

No matter how light it was, considering that the exchange of bodily fluids was essential, it took Cleon’s own efforts his to create the conditions for the act of engraving.

But Nemea, just by making eye contact with that illusion—a faint illusion that she couldn’t tell whether or not she was herself or not, and she couldn’t even feel magic, she placed her imprint on the closest place to the magical organ called “Heart.” Could engrave

Of course, the magic organ is the place with the strongest resistance to magic in the human body, and no matter how close it is to the surface of the body, in order to magically interfere with something, corresponding magic control is required.

In a state where the other person completely revealed everything to you, even if you are in contact with the body, it is difficult to carve an imprint on that part.

‘…Even if its existence is threatened, the throne master. Is it the ‘law’ of this world itself?’

Chalcedony Pearl is the heart of a star. The one who established the rules for this world to exist as a ‘world’.

In theory – no beings can win against Nemea.

All beings originate from Nemea and are governed by her.

Even without such an imprint of domination, if it were Nemea, she would be able to twist them to death in an instant.

But because of that, Cleon couldn’t know her intentions her even more.

If it was going to kill you by speeding up your heartbeat and making your breathing difficult, you should have done it a long time ago.

She would have known, of course, that her resistance to her to the imprint she possessed would create abnormalities in her body.

If it had been etched with a stronger imprint, Cleon would have died of a heart attack right there-in her camp her.

But why didn’t she do that? Does she make us suffer for no reason?

Or was there something he wanted to do by manipulating us by carving the stamp of dominance on it?

‘No… If that happens, it’s strange that the soldiers at that base faced the same situation.’

In other words, this is not an inscription unique to Cleon.

It’s a realm of speculation, but the same imprint was engraved on every soldier who encountered the ghost.

And their bodies would have gone under Nemea’s control and headed for the dungeon unconscious.

‘When I woke up… In the middle of the canyon…’

Cleon feels something strange there.

What I thought when I first heard the story was that the humans controlled by Nemea stopped in the middle of the canyon and passed out, and when they woke up in the morning it was the canyon. That’s what she thought.

However, the distance from the entrance of the canyon-fence to the dungeon will take less than an hour no matter how slowly you walk, and you will reach the entrance of the dungeon.

‘Will Nemea rule over them and do something meaningless like neglecting them along the way?’

If Cleon was thinking, maybe they all could have visited this dungeon- and got out before the door closed.

‘In the world, for what?’

When the thought reached that point, indescribable anxiety ran down Cleon’s spine.

Even though her face her naturally frowned at that sensation, she continued to move in pursuit of the “Reverberation of magic” That caught her eyes her during magic poetry.

Amelia and Cleon naturally stopped and looked at the huge ‘it’ in front of them.

It should be said that it is a huge jet-black stone slab.

I thought that the ceiling of this huge library could not be seen due to the darkness, but in reality, I realized that the distance from the bottom of the cliff to the top was as high as the ceiling.

And the stone slab in front of me was cut into a rectangular parallelepiped, and when the height of the pedestal below was included, it really stretched as high as if it could touch the ceiling.

“…This is, what the hell…”

When Cleon carefully approached the stone slab and examined the surface, he could see that something presumably an ancient language was written on it as well.

“Could it be that this is a record of the throne master? How should I read something like this…”

Just in case, I borrowed the Monocle from Layla with the spell to translate the ancient language, but even if I used it, it would take a full day to read the text from the top.

Perhaps because he was in a hurry without realizing it, Cleon scratched the ground with his feet her.

Suddenly, he realizes that he feels something like crumbs under his feet her and lifts his foot her.

Then, there were pieces of stone falling in the same material as the huge stone slab in front of me.

“…This…”

When I picked it up, I could see that it was a fragment carved from a stone slab.

“What is that, fragments of stone slabs? That’s right, since something this big has stood there for over a thousand years, it might be a bit damaged…”

Schrödinger, who was looking at what Cleon picked up, said so, but Cleon shook his head.

“No, as I said before, the objects inside the dungeon are protected by magic, so there is little chance of weathering. Besides, this… It wasn’t naturally cut. Someone artificially cut it. Use a chisel and hammer. I mean it.”

“Then… Is it some kind of trash left over when the dungeon was first created?”

Of course, it would be natural to think so, but Cleon looked around the pedestal of the stone slate slowly-

He found a sculpting tool lying on the ground.

“…Also.”

“Did you find out something? Brother.”

At Schrödinger’s words, Cleon nodded and raised the carving tools – chisel and hammer.

It’s a thing that isn’t that old. Even compared to the surrounding items, it was found that they were relatively old…

There were traces of it that seemed to have been used until recently, all around.

Disorganized fragments and crumbs, and even bloodstains from small wounds that might have been caused by the work of a human who was not familiar with this kind of work.

To the extent that Cleon could see it, he could tell that something was being carved into the slate in the present progressive form.

“This…”

After Amelia comes to Cleon’s side and examines it, Cleon nods.

“Ah. These are the ones that were made recently. … Judging by the circumstances, it must have been that the officials from the base were dragged all the way here and sculpted them while they were unconscious.”

“Then this is… The Nemean vision? What the hell is it making?”

A collection of lines with geometric patterns that descend from the stone slab and lead to the ground.

Schrödinger flew up into the sky a little bit and circled around the stone slab, talking as if he noticed something.

“Brother, this is a magic circle!”

“A magic circle…? Did you engrave a magic circle so that it connects to the stone slab, pedestal, and ground? What kind of guy is it?”

“That… I don’t know!”

Cleon shut his mouth for a moment at Schrödinger’s proud cry, but he nodded his head, thinking that he probably wouldn’t know just by looking at the shape.

“…Okay. First of all, let’s examine this slate some more. If you read even a part of it, you’ll know something.”

Saying so, Cleon took out the black marble from his bosom and approached the pedestal with the stone slab.

And if you bring it right in the middle, to the groove that says ‘Put it in here’-

As if there was a magnet attached to it, the black beads were sucked into the slot and stuck.

The black marble made a clicking sound and went in without the slightest gap.

Then, the light that flowed from the black marble began to diffuse through the pedestal and flowed out to the entire stone slab.

When the light begins to flow from the ancient letters engraved on the stone slabs, even more amazing things happen.

“…!”

The stone slab, which was heavily placed on the pedestal, slowly, slowly. Came to mind little by little

Even after completely falling off the pedestal, it would start floating in the air like a feather.

“This…”

And as Cleon watches, he thinks he’s seen something similar before.

“Emerald Table-“

[Oxinian Tablet…]

As if to erase Cleon’s voice, someone’s voice came.

When Cleon and Amelia turned their heads at the same time, the ghost of Lesia, who had disappeared, was looking up at the stone slab.

[Eh, why…? It’s the first time I’ve seen something like this…]

However, even after she called the name like that, Lecia was confused as to why she knew the name.

Cleon looked at Lesia like that, but he watched as she came close to him- no, to be precise, her stone slate her and put her hand her on top of her slate.

In the process, the vision of Lesia passing through Cleon’s body hers.

“…”

The moment her fingertips her touched the stone slab, Cleon watched as Lesia let out a scream of ‘Ugh!’ And grabbed her head with one hand.

[This is… A recorder…? By being contacted by a qualified person, the information inside is transferred directly to the brain… Ugh…]

Lecia seemed to be tormented by the information flowing into her own head while spouting difficult terms that were difficult to imagine for Lesia at the time.

Then, in the next moment, another hand appeared on Lesia’s hand her and-

It was to remove Lesia’s hand from her from her stone slab from her.

“Nemea…”

And, Cleon knew that it was the hand of Nemea, who had led Lesia to this room earlier.

Starting with her hands her, and once her whole body is constructed, a confused Lesia and Nemea meet her eyes her.

And Lecia cautiously opened her mouth.

[Are you… Nemea? God of this world…?]

At Lesia’s words her, Nemea slowly nodded her head and opened her mouth.

[──♪ ─♪ ──♪]

“…!”

Both Cleon and Amelia couldn’t help but look surprised there for the first time.

Nemea, who hadn’t said anything to Lesia until now, suddenly opened her mouth.

However, the sound that flowed from her throat was hardly ‘language’.

It’s like, music. A sound that resonates directly with the mind while being clear and transparent like a song.

However, it was a comfortable singing voice that calmed my mind somewhere when I listened to it.

Besides, Cleon thinks he’s heard this melody and how to make a voice somewhere before.

‘…This is a divine ode…!’

An array of words with power that high priests learn.

In the chanting that wizards release to use magic, the aspect of self-suggestion to unify one’s mind and focus on magic was stronger than direct force.

However, in a hymn of divine words, there is a powerful power in every single word – no, each syllable, and when combined with divine magic power, it exerts the power to twist reality.

In other words, it is literally singing the word of God in a song.

“If Nemea is the ruler of the throne and the god of this world, is it natural…”

While thinking so, Cleon continues to watch Nemea and Lesia talk.

[Your words… I can understand. Is it because I touched this slate…?]

[─♪]

Nemea nodded once again at Lesia’s words her.

“I see… On this stone tablet, there is also information about the Song of Gods.”

At Lesia’s words, Cleon looked down at his hand her for a moment as if to understand why she was able to talk to Nemea.

“Hey bro, can’t you… “

“It’s something you have to do anyway.”

Schrödinger, who grasped Cleon’s intentions his, opened his mouth as if to stop Cleon, but Cleon put his hand on the stone slab without any hesitation.

OK-

Dismissed! And, with the sensation of something bouncing, from his fingertips through his arms his to Cleon’s head hers.

A long line of light appeared.

And a torrent of information pouring in directly through the brain.

“Keugh…!”

“Cleon!”

When a moan escapes from Cleon’s mouth, Amelia approaches Cleon.

“It’s okay…! This much… Until the information you want comes in-!”

While Cleon was thinking so.

Nemea’s voice was hers, which she had been talking to Lesia, gradually changed from ‘a list of meaningless words’to ‘a sentence you can understand its meaning’.

[What do you want from me…?]

[That’s… The story that connects the fate of this world and your destiny most deeply.]

“…!”

As soon as he heard that voice, Cleon managed to remove his hand from her from the stone slab.

He could tell that his hands and arms his, which had been burned on the slate, were so hot that he smelled slightly burnt.

“You’ve endured, bro…”

“Ah…”

Answering Schrödinger’s words, Cleon begins to focus on Lesia and Nemea’s conversation again.

[Me and the fate of the world? By any chance, is it a story related to the Demonic Sword Emperor?]

At Lesia’s question, Nemea shut her mouth for a moment, then shook her head.

[It’s a story of a much bigger ‘destiny’ than the demonic sword emperor. He’s… Pitiful. The weight of prepared fate, a human being who could not bear it and fell.]

After Nemea said that, she looked straight at Lesia and held her hand.

[Lesia… This world is wrong. This world was originally… A while ago- Eh. It’s a ‘world that should have ended’ long ago.]

[That’s what…]

And, Nemea speaks.

The reason she brought Lesia here.

And- what she wants-

[Lesia- Follow me, climb the throne. This world… Put an end to it.]

[To…?]

“What…?”

To those words, Lesia also showed the same reaction as Cleon.

To such Lesia, Nemea is to speak strongly once again.

[Because you become the owner of the new throne. Make a new world.]