CH 25

[Evertail was the second son of Baron Piaget, who was the fifth cousin of Avenue at the time. Although the novel may have been successful, it is said that his reputation to the people around him was not that good because he doesn’t leave his house. Maybe that is why he kept a diary quite diligently.

Anyway, isn’t the author such a sad creature? Even the records he wrote personally remain as historical records just because he made writing a business.

Of course, I didn’t mean to accuse the Baron by reading his personal records. However, what value is there of private writing written as a person before being a writer, and art seems to me to be still difficult.

Anyway, Baron. I hope that the materials I sent will be a reference to the Baron, and I look forward to the day we meet again.

With love, Charlotte Avenue.]

Why, there was such a saying in Korea as well.

When I die, never look through the files or search history on the computer and be sure to delete them.

In that sense, the owner of the diary was very unfortunate that the record was circulating to people as historical records.

Evertail Piaget was a member of the Riot family’s ancestral family, and was not directly related to Hisch.

Nevertheless, I was interested in him because of the record that he often spoke of unknown powers.

Some called it a hoax, while others speculated that it was a figurative expression peculiar to the author.

Anyway, in order to investigate the ‘strong power of unknown origin’ that appears in most of his works, I requested a record from Baron Avenue who is a relative of his……

“…….”

I flipped through the so-called Evertail diary that Charlotte had given me, and my eyes were drawn to the front page. A part of the long line suddenly caught my eye.

[The power within me is wriggling again today.]

Oh…… this is real.

[……I was a little careless, I feel like I’m going to be eaten by the pitch black darkness…… Ugh! I’m barely coming to my senses right now, but I’m worried about when this power will cover the world. But I have precious people to protect. I have to endure this power somehow…….]

“…….”

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“…….”

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What…… is it?

What did I just see? I checked again to see if I saw it correctly, rubbed my eyes and read it again, and this time, I held the paper with my index finger and flicked it.

What is pitch black darkness? Why do you deliberately write words like ‘Ugh!’ in your diary? Eighth-grade syndrome [1] ? Did you have an Eighth-grade syndrome in a world where even the 2nd year of middle school doesn’t exist, Evertail?

At one point, it becomes questionable. I suspected that the power this man was talking about was not a literal power, but something that came from his own delusions.

At this point, what Charlotte said about ‘the author is a sad creature’ may have been written with a genuine pity because the contents of the diary were horrendous.

I was pondering whether the material I had obtained was just garbage, but I heard a knock at the right timing.

“Miss. They’re ready.”

“……Uh, okay.”

I rose up, replying to the butler’s call.

Of course, he was not the only one who was selected to be investigated.

Apparently the first suspicious subject that I pointed out ended in vain, so I walked away somewhat in a state of displeasure.

A secret place where only a few employees can enter and exit under the patronage of the mansion.

It would have been a familiar place to the real Liddell Catlan, but so was it for me. It was one of the spaces prepared for the manifestation of my ability.

The sky was a bit overcast, but it was the perfect weather for that.

In the small garden that was open on all sides, a man who I saw for the first time and Lewis Catlan were standing there with a cold expression on their faces.

There was a small table and chair between them, and as always, I knew it was my seat.

“You’re here, princess.”

The man I saw for the first time said so as he fixed his glasses.

You can tell just by looking at his sloppy attitude. This guy was a wizard.

Lewis introduced the man’s affiliation to me. Sure enough, he said that he was a wizard sent by the royal family and a member of the Magic Tower, a man who attended as a member of the royal family as an agent and observer.

I heard his name, but I thought we would never meet again, so I just listened and nodded.

Wizards usually avoid us. More precisely, high-ranking nobles with abilities.

They were like scientists in this world, in modern terms. People who believe that there is an invisible principle in the world and live with the joy of knowledge that digs into the causal relationship.

For them, we were a different species that used abilities that could not be explained even by the flow of mana, and they regarded us as beings they would not understand.

Because, in their eyes, we would be like machines running without electricity, like airplanes flying without fuel.

If we were not those in power, we might have had to fall victim to experiments on the magic tower to uncover the causal relationship of abilities.

I passed between him and Lewis and seated myself in a chair that was obviously prepared for me.

“As you may already know, the parts that the princess will confirm are this place, this place, and this place.”

The man said in a stern voice. Even if he did not explain it while pointing at the map, I had already understood everything, but I nodded my head as a courtesy.

“Are you ready, Liddell?”

Lewis said in a slightly worried voice. I glanced at the map spread out on the table.

As was the case with Liddell Catlan, the first thing I did after possessing this body and adjusting to it was to memorize the geography of this world.

Because when this country commands me to use my powers, I need to know how the world is structured in order to see exactly where they have designated me.

I smiled reassuringly at him and nodded, closing my eyes and naturally reached out to Lewis.

If Sein was here, it would have been my loyal servant, as always, who would support me.

As I felt Lewis grip my hand firmly, I opened my closed eyes with force.

Numerous scenes passed in a flash. Most of the time it was a natural landscape, but sometimes I passed a market, and sometimes I glanced past a number of buildings.

The intense vomiting sensation I feel when I return to my body makes me wonder if it’s because my brain can’t process too much visual information at once.

I felt like I was about to lose my concentration for a moment, so I squeezed my hand, and Lewis, who was holding my hand, gave strength to my hand.

I decided to check the target place step by step. First place. Nothing wrong. Second. Nothing wrong, either.

The result was surprisingly bland. Although the magic tower was originally a ‘Never mind if it’s not’ type.

Still, given the limitations of my abilities, that is, after seeing it from a distance, I would have to lie in bed for at least two or three days.

As I turned my head to check the last place, I felt a breath on my neck for a moment.

My body will be in Catlan’s mansion, and at least my brother will guard the area around it, so it wouldn’t really happen.

How……. Something like a snake’s tongue licked down the nape of my neck, making my hair stand up.

I could feel Lewis reflexively tightening his hand in response to my reaction, but at that moment I heard a voice.

[It’s you]

No, should I even call this a voice?

It’s like,

[You’re the one]

It was like an oracle that an absolute being who could barely speak human language struck directly into my brain.

I broke out in a cold sweat. I wanted to move my body randomly as if I were shaking off a bug, but I felt that if this vision I was looking into now was shaken, something really out of control would happen, so I decided to calmly close my eyes again.

[who is]

But the voice continued, to the point where I couldn’t stand the tickling all over my body.

As the horrible feeling continued, my body began to tremble like a seizure. I waved my hand wildly, wanting to shake off what I couldn’t see.

No. No. Liddell!

Someone called me in a desperate voice. It must have belonged to Lewis, but I could hardly recover my ability, as if I had been grabbed by someone by the head.

[interfering with the prophecy?]

As I took one last deep breath with those words, I was back in the familiar garden.

“Heok……”

I coughed.

“Liddell, Liddell!”

Lewis grabbed my face with an urgent gesture and pushed my head back. He desperately called out to me with a pale expression on his face as if he was really going to lose his mind.

I blanked out. My brain was pounding and I couldn’t keep my senses awake, as if something important had stopped functioning.

However, I could feel some liquid dripping down my cheeks. I barely raised my hand to touch it, and it was bright red blood.

Blood.

Oh my God, I’m shedding tears of blood.