208 – Theology Study Group
Sharon didn’t show much reaction until the class was over.
At first, she thought she was avoiding me on purpose, but she concluded that I took it too sensitively, since even that was the same as usual after lunchtime.
To begin with, Sharon didn’t feel particularly strange to her because she had few words. She actually didn’t seem to notice any discomfort with the other kids either.
Thinking about it, this was rather a golden opportunity.
If she had suspected that Sharon was really Sherlock and me the thief, she would have been sure she would have the mark etched across my chest.
She wouldn’t have been able to get rid of that magic, no matter what she did, if it weren’t for the help of the transcendent.
In other words, since I confirmed that there was no mark on me, I had an alibi that I was not a thief.
Maybe that’s why Sharon looked different than usual until her lunch break?
Whatever it was, it was a good thing for me.
I heard that the phone call is a blessing, but I never thought that a job that was hopeless until yesterday would turn into a card in my favor in one day.
She frowned until the end, wondering if she might have been caught, but Sharon didn’t comment on it until she eventually left the academy and went back to her house.
It’s too disappointing to use this only once and pass it on.
If I can make a counterfeit mark and fool Sherlock later when I’m active as a phantom, I’ll never be suspicious again.
Of course it won’t be easy. It would probably be close to impossible to create a pattern elaborate enough to trick the caster of magic.
Let’s just think about it. Right now, it was a situation where I was very fortunate just to get out of the crisis safely.
At first, it seemed very daunting, but somehow it seems to be going well one by one.
Now it’s time to head to the temple that Vivian told you about, which is in Ireland.
I just changed my clothes at home and came out right away.
It’s the weekend from tomorrow, so it doesn’t matter if it takes some time. The foundation is already running well without me under Juliet’s leadership.
You don’t have to look elsewhere, you just need to focus on finding the god of time.
It wasn’t too difficult to get to Ireland. Because it was so close to Britain Island that you could just take the magic engineering train, and even if you were going by boat, you could arrive there in no time.
‘It’s the first time since that day.’
As I searched for the Magic Engineering Station again, the familiar scenery came to me in a new way.
Until now, I had simply thought of it as a great new technology, but I was a little reluctant to say that it was the cause of the destruction of the world.
The more this happened, the stronger the doubt.
What the hell is Dr. Franken doing?
The operator told me that the doctor developed magic engineering technology through a deal with Hayangi.
A system that produces magic itself by increasing the rotation of the mainspring with the power of time acceleration.
In other words, science was no different than converting power into magic using a shell.
Once I understood it that way, I could understand why there could be over-technology that is far ahead of the age of magic engineering. It’s the power of God, so of course it’s bound to be fraudulent to that extent.
Then how did Dr. Franken make a deal with Hayangi?
Just as I was given the ability to stop time from Hayang, the doctor must have been given the power of time acceleration.
The problem is that before I taught her the language, Hayang was just a doll that didn’t respond.
I copied his words and actions, but that was nothing more than an imitation. Just as a parrot mimics human speech, it does not mean that it understands the meaning completely.
‘…I’ll have to ask Hayang directly about this later.’
It wasn’t a question that could be answered by worrying alone. Hayang’s speech is gradually accelerating, so perfect communication will be possible soon. At that time, all of your current questions will be resolved.
And the god of time I am going to meet now was also an extension of the process of solving the mystery.
I still don’t know what answer I will face when I realize the whole truth.
I just hoped that I wouldn’t meet a terrible end as prophesied.
Since I was standing in the middle of the station, a train entered shortly after.
I took out my magic engineering membership card from my chest. Come to think of it, this card was received while accepting a request to help kill Hayang.
Remembering the fact that I had forgotten, one side of me felt uncomfortable. Because what I was doing right now was going in a direction far away from the option of killing Hayang.
After everything I’m doing right now, if the only answer is to kill White, as the operator said, would I be able to do it without incident?
To be honest, I wasn’t confident. I already had a lot of affection for Hayang.
Even if time passes in the future, if we get closer, we will get closer, there will be no way we will get farther apart.
“Haa…”
He let out a heavy sigh and put his thoughts aside for now. Nothing will change even if I’m in a daze here. I’d rather solve the question as soon as possible so that I have time to find the answer.
I put my card on the door and boarded the train.
As expected today, the inside of the carriage is empty as always. After finding a suitable place to sit down, I stared blankly at the window.
Will the chief of staff visit again? I thought he was an unusual person from the first time I met him, but when I heard that he was also a transcendental person, I was slightly shocked.
What kind of ability does that person really have?
The white time, the operator dealt with the authority of the mirror world.
Vivian didn’t have any special powers, but she was well versed in magic and possessed legendary weapons such as Excalibur.
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If it shows up today, I’ll ask about it in detail.
“… They don’t come.”
I waited for quite a long time, but the engineer didn’t show up.
I don’t think we’ll be able to meet each other this time.
···You’re not avoiding me on purpose, are you? Even last time, he kept talking about me for hours, so I begged him to disappear, but I felt empty because he was nowhere to be seen today.
I had no choice but to enjoy a quiet trip alone today.
It didn’t take long to get from London to Ireland. It was because I arrived at the level in the blink of an eye.
Actually, the real problem started now. It’s my first time visiting Ireland, but I can’t figure out how to find the shattered temple in this vast land.
‘I should have asked Vivian more closely.’
No, looking at the reaction at that time, it seemed that even if I persistently inquired, it would go unnoticed.
She seemed extremely reluctant to tell me about the god of time. It must have been the best thing I could do just by specifying the place called Ireland.
At this time, there was only one person I could rely on.
“Goddess. Do you know where the Shattered Temple is?”
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“Can you give me a hint?”
It’s quiet. If you don’t know, it would be nice if you said you don’t know, but I can’t even hear an answer at all.
It is normal to feel the presence of the goddess even if I keep silent when I talk to her.
Seeing that I can’t even feel that now, it’s clear that I’ve completely hidden like last time.
In this situation, I had no choice but to give up right away because I knew that no matter how much I asked, they would never answer.
Alternatively, how terrifying is the god of time that even the Goddess avoids answering?
In that case, I had no choice but to find another way.
I stood alone in an unfamiliar land, pondered for a long time, and finally moved on.
Right now, there is no other way than to head straight to the ground.
In Dublin, the center of Ireland, I started asking random passers-by.
“Sorry. Do you know that it is a shattered temple?”
As expected, the response was cold. Most of them either looked at me like a strange person or left their seats blankly, leaving only a short reply saying they didn’t know.
After a long period of meaningless inquiry, I was finally able to obtain meaningful information.
“Hmm. If that’s the case, why don’t you ask the Theological Research Society?”
Theological Research Society. It is literally an academic group that studies the history and characteristics of various religions. In particular, it was highly likely that he knew about the shattered temple as he said he was digging up the folk myths that existed in ancient times.
After thanking the passer-by for giving me valuable information, I immediately rushed to the theological study group.
The size of the study group was not as large as expected. Rather, I was a little disappointed because it was a simple size that made me wonder if it was just a hobby level activity.
Can I really get the information I want here?
I have no choice but to go in and take a look.
I knocked carefully on the door and soon heard a voice from inside.
“You don’t subscribe to the newspaper!?”
…Can I really trust you?