The Demon King Seems to Conquer the World

The Great Library is, apparently, a separate institution from the College.

Even ordinary people have access to it, but a certain amount needs to be deposited upon admission.

Specifically, five gold coins.

If you break or defile a collection of books, this will be forfeited.

Of course, when I leave the hotel, they open the inside of the bag and check it out.

Parchment is hard to tear down, but if even kushami gets sputum in the book and the officials are unlucky enough to see it, half a million yen will become a papa. That's why.

Given that, regardless of the amount, from ordinary people who are not interested in reading, it can still be considered risky.

But what's inside are all the parchment books that are valuables, so such measures are really needed to avoid the risk of theft.

There are such circumstances, and it seems that a large library is a building that is rarely accessible to the average person.

Deposits and security procedures are cumbersome, but deposits are returned, and there are no other charges, etc.

Even the general public can view a vast collection of books for free, so I think it's a very advanced facility.

However, the front gate is the only one with its deposit mechanism, and the back gate leads to the college grounds, almost a free pass if you wear a uniform.

I can lend it, but it's pretty tightly controlled.

College students can borrow one book on terms they never take out of the college, but those who are not college students can only borrow nobility, in which case they need to deposit a high collateral.

Luke borrowed a book from me by depositing all this collateral.

Thankfully not.

The Great Library is, to say the least, a large building.

There are also more than 100,000 books in the collection, and no one in this world has the full picture because there are no databases or computers.

However, many of the books sleep with insect repellent grass in a fire shelter built in violation of the College Forest.

Why is there such an unmanageable collection of books, there is a little bit of a circumstance to it.

Many of the books are not made within the Kingdom of Siyalta.

The book here is a crystal of effort, of those who, when the kingdom of the Shans perishes, tried to carry out their intellectual property. It will be.

Of the 100,000 books in the collection, those made in the country of the Kingdom of Siyalta are said to be less than 20% of the total.

When I walked into the big library, I smelled a faint peel.

This is the smell of skin on the cover of the book.

The big library is enough to make a collection, so the inside is full of bookshelves and narrow, but the reading space for chairs and desks is well built.

It's a system that doesn't essentially assume lending, so naturally.

Walking around the corner still often catches the eye of correctional school students.

Men and women, there are many correctional institutions and not many cavalry institutions.

Not all chivalry is stupid, but there is still a culture where scholarly smartness is less valued.

It's the role of the women attending correctional institutions, and we have a different role. It feels like.

I came looking for Piña Collata, but I only asked vaguely about her appearance, so I didn't know who she was.

I haven't even taken an appointment in the first place (or don't know how), so I'm also suspicious if I'm here.

Are you ill today? When I tried to give up thinking, there was a weird guy in the corner seat upstairs.

He has an unmade stretched hair of blush and even runs a pen toward parchment paper.

It was kind of reminiscent of Sadako because she kept looking down.

Few students or adults are quite a writer.

In the first place, the Great Library comes to read books, not often to write.

The combination of a feather pen in an ink kettle may be referred to as a kind of hazardous substance, which risks splashing ink and contaminating the book.

The average person doesn't do much of that because they can't bring it in in the first place with possession inspections, and if they get dirty for college students, they are strictly careful, and if they recidivize, they are in danger of being banned from going in and out.

But this kid uses a feather pen.

Of course, it doesn't mean it's bad.

It would be bad if I even had a book right on the form I was writing, but there was no book on my desk.

Is that him?

I thought so and peered at the paper just for a moment, flirting through the back.

The Shan grammar has a "" (key cool) symbol, and the text now enclosed represents the dialogue of the characters. There was a decision, but it came to my attention that it was lined up.

That would mean a novel.

If you're writing a report or an academic book, it's hard to use the symbol "" (key cuckoo).

Could be wrong, but at least this kid is likely.

But something seems to be concentrating on writing, and getting in the way.

Let me wait in the opposite seat.

I actually did that and sat in a chair trying not to make as much noise as possible and closed my eyes as if I were going to sleep.

There's a lot to think about.

What I had to think about now was the drugs I needed for paper production.

If it's true, using industrial waste, so to speak, like yarn scraps, doesn't make for good quality.

You still seem to misunderstand around the cuff, but the truth is it's best to use the tree as a fiber.

But to paper a tree, it needs to be pulped once.

I thought if I crushed it and boiled it down, I could handle it, but this couldn't be helped.

The shape remained the same whether it was boiled or boiled, and I was just able to do a lot of things that looked like I chewed the claw yang branch with my teeth to make it peppercorn.

So I realized I needed an alkaline solution.

I don't know exactly what drugs to use for paper making, but I would prefer something as strong alkaline as possible.

When that happens, sodium hydroxide will be the first candidate.

However, in many ways, it was difficult to manufacture the basic drugs that could have been procured in Japan at any cost.

If you hang it with minerals and a natural, unprocurable, sulphuric-like drug solution, maybe you can produce it, but this will require a long time of research.

I don't have that much time.

Besides, sodium hydroxide is needed in large quantities, so if you spend a lot of money and only gather a little, it doesn't make sense.

In the first place, sodium hydroxide and the like should be able to be produced if salt water is electrolyzed, so toothpicking is not possible.

When the saline is electrolyzed as is, chlorine and hydrogen leave to form sodium hydroxide.

However, since chlorine generated from the electrode reacts with sodium hydroxide in water, chlorine reacts with hydroxide ions in water to produce hypochlorite, which makes it poorly pure.

To prevent that, plant a partition between the electrode and the electrode that prevents mixing, or if you want to do it at a lower cost, devise an electrode.

Store mercury at the bottom of the salt pool, place graphite electrodes on top, and electrolyze up and down.

Mercury will be the better alloy with sodium, so if you take it out and stick it in the water, the sodium will become sodium hydroxide and dissolve in the water, the mercury will go back to normal and the missing hydrogen will be spit out in the air.

Mercury is produced simply by heating Chenshan, so there is no culture of drinking, but it is distributed in small quantities as a rarity.

If you meditate on toxicity, this will give you good quality sodium hydroxide.

Because there are waterwheels in this world, it should have been possible to do so to that extent if a generator had been built.

In fact, I thought about doing it, but the generator was the neck.

Generators are, in principle, possible with wires and magnets, but they don't have magnets.

The magnet itself, iron has a large and small magnetism and is present in nature.

Compass needles and the like are made of natural magnetite mines.

However, the magnetic force may be limited, so it cannot be used for generators.

Metals with strong magnetic forces are difficult to obtain.

The magnet can be by the charge in the metal aligning.

There's nothing I can't make.

In order to align the charges, the temperature of the substance may be increased above the curry temperature, causing the atom to burst, exerting a strong magnetic force while it is bursting and aligning.

Curie temperatures should have been less than a thousand degrees if they were iron, so it's not so hard to secure the temperature.

When a ferromagnetic substance is exposed to the magnetic field at or above the curry temperature, the N and S poles are aligned to produce a constant direction.

Keep it cold and solidified, and the one that fixed the orientation is the magnet.

So to put it to the extreme, if you measure the geomagnetic orientation with a compass, put an iron stick in the furnace, heat the iron stick orientation with the geomagnetism, and keep it cool slowly, the magnet can.

However, the geomagnetism is weak, so even if it can be used for compasses with such magnets, it cannot be used for generators.

When it comes to making powerful magnets, it means you need magnets to make magnets.

But it's not just permanent magnets.

If you run electricity through the coil, it becomes an electromagnet.

But in order to do that, we need electricity... and then there is no end.

When I opened my eyes, Piña Collata (probably) was looking at me.

Has it made a paragraph in writing?

When I met him, he put stationery in the bag with me, and he tried to take a seat.

"Wait, wait, wait, wait."

I pulled over in a hurry.

I could have gotten on with myself, grabbed it on my wrist and pulled it off, but if they even shouted at me, it would be a problem, so I kept it to my voice alone.

"Hey, what is it, what is it? Oh, are you getting angry?

Huh?

Why should I be mad at the woman I met?

"I'm not angry. I need to talk to you for a second."

"No, no, no."

He's kind of scared of me.

What, this girl, is she masculine or something?

I don't see many things that seem intimidating to me.

As it is, I become a suspicious brother.

It makes me a pervert.

That's not good.

It's absolutely bad that your mind gets fatally worse.

If that's how it is, it's better to put it back out later.

All right, let's give up today.

It was when I thought so.

"Hey, what are you doing to this girl?"

He grabbed me by the shoulder.

Looking back, a woman with a stinging face stood.

I'm wearing a penitentiary uniform.

"... I didn't do anything. I need to talk to you for a second."

Why are you feeling backwards?

I didn't really do anything...

I didn't speak from this one, I wasn't observing her giddy, I wasn't diving under my desk and peeking into my underwear.

I was just meditating on my eyes and thinking.

"What can I do for Piña?

I knew this kid was the piña.

"Excuse me, but what about you?

"Don't return questions with questions. What can I do for Piña?

"I'm sorry, but I don't know who you are and I can't talk to you."

Witches in this country are greedy for money.

Money-making stories are not so easy to tell to the students at the pelagic and correctional institutions. I thought so.

Come on. Talk to me, it could be 'let me bite one'.

"Hey, you."

I'm still staring.

As you can see from where you grabbed my shoulder, this woman is long.

He's a lot older than me, and he's going to be about the age of Mr. Lily, so maybe I can feel busy.

"Commis......"

"Piña, do you know him?

"That child, Yuri"

"... oh?

When I heard my name and looked at my face again, I lost my toge from the look on the face of a woman who was said to be a commie.

What the hell is this guy?

Piña, how do you know my name?

"Well, if you're listening to me, why don't you move the place? What are you doing here?"

I'm not shouting, but the very act of speaking in a library is unsettling.

"... alright though"

"... Yes"

He kind of agreed with me.

Leaving the Great Library from the main entrance side,

"Don't you know of a coffee shop with a private room somewhere?

When I said that, that's just how old the commie is, I knew it.

"But sure, though I think they'll take seats"

"I don't mind. I'll pay for it."

"That's right, you're the next head of the Howe family. He's rich."

"It's the money I earned doing business on my own. It's not home money."

With that said, the commies kind of stared at me.

Why are you staring at me... this guy is scary.

Entering the coffee shop and designating a private room, the seat fee was twenty ruga.

Not even that expensive.

Some of the finest restaurants that entered when Sham entered school, I guess, were taken a thousand rugas just for the seating fee.

Compared to that, I know it's strange to compare, but it's cheap.

Upon being guided to the back, a private room was a room with only one square table and a chair to surround it, in a calm and well-coordinated room.

There are also large windows and I can see a small garden, so I feel open.

When I sit in my chair,

"Please, order whatever you want. I'll take care of it."

I said it in as soft a condition as possible.

But the staunch attitude of the Commis remained unchanged.

"What the hell are you going to do?

... What the hell is that?

I'd like to know if there's any intention or shit.

Why are you so, so alert to me from the beginning?

It reacts like a cowardly turtle or a hare.

And I wonder why Commissions and such are following us so far.

I need to talk to Piña.

"Well, let's talk later, shall we?"

"... right. But I'll pay for myself."

No, no, that's not true.

"No, don't hesitate to do me a favor."

……

It made me look kind of silly.

Why would I react like that...?

I can't really read my thoughts.

Somehow, you've presented the appearance of both sides of the mind-reading battle.

I wonder why you're fighting.

The clerk came.

"I'd like a herbal tea, please."

The Commissary said.

"... milk tea, cake, pudding and cookies"

"Piña"

A sharp voice flew like reprimand.

"I don't mind, with milk tea, cake, pudding and cookies"

When I recited it, the clerk said yes.

"Well, I'd like some warm barley tea and sliced cheese."

"Accepted."

The clerk closed the door and left.

Well,

"Er, it was Mr. Comi, wasn't it? How does Mr. Comi relate to Mr. Piña?

I want to hear this first.

"... I'm Piña's roommate."

Ah.

Yes, yes, yes, yes, I see.

Mr. Lily Pozi for Sham is this guy.

"So you work as a manager? Manage examples of books?

With that in mind, it also explains, quite naturally, that we have been on the same path to Piña.

"... yes"

I knew it.

I can see at a glance that Piña is an introverted person with no talent for dating.

In view of the circumstances I asked Mrs Lilly, it would naturally not be possible for a system to be formed without a presence like the Commis to manage it.

The moment the novel becomes a book, humans from four hundred people take it together, so who lends the book to, where it is now, who lends it to next, and who does such management?

If there's no way Piña can do it, I guess the commies are.

"Hey, good. I wanted to talk to you about an example book."

When that happens, we need to talk to the commissioners as well.

Instead, I can tell you that you saved me a lot of trouble by staying.

But when I heard the words I uttered, Piña looked frightened and the Commissary hardened her expression.

My attitude hardens and I kind of feel like I'm back in the shake.

"What is it? If you have something to say, make it clear."

... Yep, erm.

How can this be a reaction?

Piña seems frightened, and the commies seem to be getting more intimidated.

Is this how these guys react to guys in general?

Like, piña's masculine phobia?

No, before that, isn't there something fundamentally wrong with the perception?

"There seems to be a difference, but I'm not angry."

……

"Mr. Pigna seems more afraid of when I'm going to get angry, but honestly, I have no idea what I need to get angry with."

At times like this, it's a shortcut to honestly point it out, talk about your sense of honesty, and correct the difference in food.

"Really...?

"Yes, I was just wondering if you two were planning on secretly wiping me out because I don't know much about it."

This is a joke though.

"Fuhihi."

And I had a tall, odd laugh.

Piña laughed.

Hit me.

I was laughing a little bit too.

"So, what can I do for you?

Says the commie, who seems to have lifted his guard slightly.

No, is there no problem with the laughter earlier?

Don't you have to blame me just now?

Ma, well, if we haven't made it a problem, I think I'm good...

"We'll talk about that when the tea comes. Now, if you'll excuse me, could you tell me why you thought I'd be angry?"

"It's..."

The reviews clouded my mouth.

I don't think I want to tell you.

"... you... kun... but because you're the characters"

Piña said something absurd.

I can't hear you.

"Piña"

Repriminate in a tone that clearly understands the reviews.

"... it's okay. Yuri-kun is the character."

"... to?

Am I hearing this wrong?

"I'm the character?

"... ugh, hmm"

"Mmmm......????? Why would you do that?

I don't know why I'm serious.

"Popular, because it is"

Mm-hmm......

With Doyuko?

"What's so popular?

"Fuhihihi"

"No, no, not Fuhihi"

"Okay?"

Read?

"What?

"I was just writing."

Piña offered me about ten pieces of paper.

"Piña, it's..."

The comic makes his eyes black and white and looks sinister.

What the fuck? This development.

Am I the character?

You can't keep up.

"Comic, Yuri is the protagonist, right? Well, I deserve it. You can't keep it hidden."

What I have in front of me is probably a manuscript, but can I really read this?

Isn't it a forbidden reading for men?

"... okay?

"Erm..."

But it's what we're going to publish.

If you have a chance to read it, you should definitely read it.

I decided to read it.