Sanzen no Souru Supina

"Is that it? But isn't that a contradiction?

said Snow as he danced through the universe.

There are no floors under my feet anymore.

But due to the action of the low gravity space, which almost seems to be underwater, the rate at which the scribe and Snow fall is a very slow one.

Go down a long long pit (freshly) so that you two can swim.

The great pillars are forested around, and only the carcasses of something gigantic can be glimpsed from the gap.

Turning himself in, the secretary asked Snow back.

"What is the contradiction?

"Because you're a madman, the" spindle capable man "for the world today. But we have established and honored it as heroes. This is crazy, isn't it?

"Really? Though the inconsistency seems nowhere."

"What do you mean?

"I don't care what they say... right, why don't you think about this"

The scribe, who was pulling Snow's hand, looked back and showed him his hands wide open.

Like the men and women who dance waltz, the two dance the universe.

"The people who created the Eleven Families of the Devil as enemies, most of them had to deal with the foreign molecules born within them, or" spindle capable men ". At first it was them who thought that the" will "could not be extinguished by treatment, but faced unexpected difficulties. The spindlers were able to treat the powerful Hiragana personally."

"That's not normal because you're a psychic. And there's Focus."

That's right, the scribe nods.

"They had powerful powers. And Spindle. Unfortunately, they were able to use the equipment that was supposed to be spare or produced as an optional part of you = Focus alone. It wasn't Negative, it was Will who robbed your parts and was able to wield them."

"Your... spare parts?! OPTIONAL?! Yep," Focus "does it?!

Yeah, and the clerk went on to answer briefly.

"So the treatment was difficult to navigate. It was in strong resistance. The people who recreated the worldview by" Nerd "were mostly tormented by the troubles they were supposed to have abandoned in the old world and by the beings whose grid had been subjected to flesh as entities =" spindle capable people ". It's just a nightmare that creatures pull their chips out of the will they should have thrown away as unnecessary."

The secretary narrows his eyes.

"But one day, people realized. Worried, but not at the end of the analysis by" Garden ". I'm not thinking about it, but it's the result of passive data collection."

The clerk's rhetoric is unique and difficult, but Snow, who has followed the story so far, somehow understood what it meant.

I see. Indeed, from the point of view of those who denied the Will, the Spindle Ability Man may seem like a monster whose head contents are separate, even when he looks human.

But if so, what did people notice?

"What about that?

"If it's hard to get rid of the Will, give the Spindle Capabilities a role."

The clerk's answer was concise, but Snow doesn't understand the point.

"Role...... instead of erasing the Will?

"Yes. Instead of erasing the Will,"

"What does that mean... what does that mean?

Snow asks toward the scribe, who turns his back in the direction of progress and spreads his hand.

The clerk smiled and replied.

"In other words, the world tried to make it controllable by giving the spindlers a role."

"Give it a role, control it?

What exactly is that?

The secretary replied to Snow tilting his neck.

"It was difficult to extinguish the subspecies of mankind that do not know where they come from = the Spindle Capable by erasing them into a smudge. Resistance is terrible, too. So why not let them fight the enemies who also gave them a role as a threat? Besides, set them as the chosen ones. That's what I came to the conclusion."

Snow was stunned by the secretary's words.

At the same time as sudden anger engulfed me, I even admired the ingenious M.O.

No, maybe Snow got mad because the M.O. was ingenious.

"Then what. Trying to make enemies fight each other... No, that's what you did?

"Yes. The" Spindle Capable "was chosen as the" Spindle "and the brave men, who assumed they were warriors sent by heaven to defend their humanity. And you don't have to tell me what the enemy of humanity is anymore, do you?

Snow took a big breath, just in case of the secretary.

My throat is cramped, hiccups, and sounds.

Feelings expensive.

When it was a seizure before I cried, even Snow found out.

But I couldn't stop it.

"Oh no. Then the Spindle Talents will wear out fighting the enemies created by the world on their own... from the audience behind them like that..." Everybody "says they're watching. Interesting offering, like watching gladiators and beasts face off at the Colosseum"

Covering his mouth with both hands, he turned bright blue and Snow ran his mouth.

The clerk slowly gives his head approval.

"It's terrible! It's too bad! Oh, no, no!

Believing it was for Everyone, Snow cried thinking of the Spindle Capable Men who had fought and ended up defending the world and cutting and expanding the human area.

There's not even a hippo that reason stops pushing.

An impulsive explosion of emotion burst into my voice, tears.

A hot liquid, spherical in low gravity, splashes like a pearl.

"Dumb, dumb, you say it's as planned?! You mean the victims of the humans who, no, continue to refuse to think about it, of the people who wanted to abandon the Will a long time ago?! What about Spindle Capabilities?!

The clerk opened his mouth, staring directly at Snow's fierce rage for a few seconds.

"No, on this matter, I might as well say pain sharing"

"Pain division? What do you mean, pain division?!

What do you mean, "Spindle Skilled"?

Snow remained fierce and questioned.

The opposing secretary is the calm deposition itself.

"The struggle of the Spindle Capabilities is not in vain. It wasn't a waste. In evidence, the Garden lost many, many contacts with the underlying real world. That implies a divergence from the source of the Nerd and a significant reduction. In a complete sense, the world we all wanted did not materialize, and the worldview of Worlds End began to drift."

"It didn't turn out the way it did in Nerd, you mean?

"The struggle between the Eleven Families of the Devil and the Spindle Capable, which we created, went far beyond the expectations of Everyone. It was out of control."

I made a fist grip and Snow breathed heavily again.

You said, "Fuck off."

"Because to make ourselves easier, we blamed the Spindle Capable and the Eleven Families of the Devil... the Night Devils and the Spiders, didn't we? Heavenly punishment."

"It could be. The world didn't turn out to be complete, although a few more small Bloom Tides actually happened. I wonder if you can tell in this way -“ Ideal Town (Garden) "didn't come down to earth. On the contrary, each time the network was burned by the Spindle Capabilities"

The chaos grew and the worldview became full of debacles.

"The Spindle Talents say it like it's bad."

"The increase in chaos means unpredictable things happen. It also means you don't know who's on your side."

"For example, at night, a demon princess and a human hero take his hand and defend his back and fight, like that?

Yes, the secretary admitted.

We call it singularity.

"The singularity not only disturbs the worldview, but even the laws of space. It may feel good to rebel against the laws of the world like that... but hero Tan should only be locked in his books. The hero who appeared in reality is the son of a war. The decentralization of chaos. And they are bound to be trampled under the feet of their glorious way of life is a herd of nameless people. It's proven by history."

"So... the first person to do this to the world was" Everybody "right?! Push on the Spindle Capable and the Devil's Families!

The clerk gave Snow a face that he was in deep trouble.

Then I lay my eyes down like I gave up.

"Right. You're right. It's definitely because of" everyone. "Even if that's the unconscious desire without" will, "the desire to relinquish responsibility."

So much so that the secretary suddenly returned his gaze.

But, you know, laugh.

"Some of those irresponsible people later noticed mistakes"

"Did you notice later?

"I've learned history."

"History...... is history in the sense that you've taught me so far (...)?

"Yes. Not the fake history created by people assigned a role in this worldview. the hidden true history (...)."

I mean, what I just said -- how did this worldview come to pass?

Snow's eyebrow roots lean against the words of a far-reaching scribe.

"Where? Where is such a human being?

The clerk smiled again at Snow, who raised his eyebrows and asked.

An unlimited, gentle, beautiful grin.

Then, I said.

"Here. Right in front of you. overload and fruition, beyond the millennia"

"Huh?!

Snow's emerald-colored eyes opened wide.

Are you kidding me? And silently its eyes say.

Unfortunately, the secretary's eyes also say.

"Welcome to the deepest part of our Great Library. I've been waiting for you, Snow. This is where you end up, and at the same time the beginning of the new raw. Come on, let's start over. Rebuild your connection to the lost" Ideal Home (Garden) "and lead the world to the right completion"

To a sudden confession, Snow has no voice.

It just folds toward my chest to protect my heart so that my arms, which I kept holding my fist, atrophy.

"Kimi's immaturity is that the incomplete Spindle was unfinished for this day. You are the first person in the history of World's Ende observation to have a strong connection with the Soul - Ashledau. All I can think about is him, Kimi. That's the only thing you can do."

Let's rebuild the bridge with the Garden.

To make the world complete.

To connect again with "Everybody".

Perfect ideal place - i.e. for a perfect world view that can be controlled by both Spindle and Soul.

"Who are you... really?"

Snow is totally dull by the sudden change of things, and that's all he finally asks.

"Will" says not to flinch, but the flesh rejects the thought.

To the frightened Snow, smiling more and more gently, the thing that was the clerk introduced himself.

"I'm late for this, Lady, Snow. I am the first book to be the Lord of all stories. A being you call the Book of Magic (Grimoire)"

No way, Snow says in the back of his throat cramped with fear.

I don't think so. And what was the scribe?

The figure melts while you look at it and becomes something else.

The figure of a girl younger than Snow, fused with a huge book that was made visible.

Of course, you can't be young.

Because it's...

"Overload: Vibro Valeri"

Snow heard the words somewhere far away.