194. Velvet Rabbit Doll
Why did you kill the bookkeeper?
I came here to avoid the eyes of the gods, but a person who claims to be a descendant of a god beast and looks sincere at first glance is opening his eyes blue and blue?
Of course, we can’t leave it alone. Besides, getting permission from the landlord to enter the house is too old-fashioned.
Let’s go out here in a way befitting the new generation. To commemorate the housewarming, Cream cut open the bookkeeper’s abdomen.
“That’s right…び···. Whoa…”
Now the book keeper staggered and endured while groaning more like a monster than a human. Is it because he is definitely a beastman with a deep lineage like Choco? He managed to survive even with injuries close to instant death.
No, that wasn’t all. Dozens of small books that the book keeper had previously set up were sticking to her body, patching up her wounds. The bookkeeper staggered to his feet.
Of course, there was no way Cream was watching it. Cream thrust her holy sword back into her. Once, twice, three times.
There was no more screaming. A pure blade that never breaks and never gets dirty mercilessly trampled on the will of a successor who had served its mission for hundreds of years.
“Ah…”
Spitting out something that couldn’t even be a final word, the book keeper collapsed on her knees. It looked as if he was paying homage to the hero who killed me.
Excessively red blood spurted out from under the corpse, which fell as if bowing down, forming a puddle in her body. Outwardly, it appears to be completely dead. However, my eyes saw something a little different.
[Huh, a place is a place, so it’s okay to do things like that?]
Obviously the bookkeeper is dead. However, her soul, thought, or what should be called information still maintained its shape and will as vividly as if it were alive.
Since this entire space is already made up of thoughts, the amount of information has reached saturation, so the soul cannot volatilize.
[Ugh.]
Besides, my ability doesn’t work properly either. When the force of attraction is exerted to attract the soul, the debris-like debris of thoughts contained in the atmosphere before that happens to permeate.
If the soul is food, then it is waste that is not even food scraps. While I spit out the fragments of thoughts I had swallowed, the book keeper’s soul took off the skin of the body and flew up.
But, Cream is so versatile that the only thing she can’t do is talk. Especially in the field of combat. Her eyes, shining with stars, did not miss the soul ascending into the air.
“Carbal, with you?”
[No. I don’t think I can even eat the soul properly here.]
“Okay.”
Of course, the holy sword had no choice. After asking for my opinion for a moment, Cream immediately took a stance and aimed at the soul. Then, she fired the holy sword like a javelin.
[······!]
What used to be the book keeper’s body exploded into dozens of pages and flew up to protect the soul. However, the glittering blade of the holy sword ignored all of that and accurately cut through the soul.
Since the whole world is infested with evil thoughts, the soul is not volatilized, but at the same time, once the soul is wounded, instead of the flow of spiritual power, the evil thoughts flow in reverse.
The erosion of the ego due to the current of excessive information. Before the existence itself was overshadowed by this world, the bookkeeper screamed as he tore his soul into pieces.
[aaa!]
The broken pieces of the soul soon lost their shape and permeated into the world. Hey, reincarnation would be impossible if you got mixed up in the muddy stream of thoughts like that.
However, there was a price the bookkeeper had to pay for such a sacrifice. The moment her final scream reached the tower, the tower resonated in despair and a scream spread throughout the tower.
The number of ‘book keepers’ is not all we saw. At the same time as the scream spread, the world of the four seasons, which was beautiful like a fairy tale, became dark in an instant.
Thoughts and information that are normally allowed to flow freely are reassembled according to a clear intention. The dense forest became a towering fortress, and the leisurely roaming beasts turned into hideous monsters.
“······In the long history of the Four Seasons Tower, no one dared to touch the bookkeeper.”
The whole world seemed to show its hostility towards us. A change that is possible because half is the spirit world. However, at the same time, half of it is real, so injuries and deaths in this place will lead to reality as it is.
Fortress and giant tower looking down on us like giants. Hundreds of pairs of ears protruding like spear knives between them, and red eyes that glistened in the dark, made even me speechless for a moment.
[For the fact that I didn’t know that, I prepared thoroughly.]
“There was an oracle. Not too long ago, the sun himself warned.”
To say that I came here to avoid the eyes of the gods also meant, conversely, that most of the world except for this place is in the eyes of the gods.
The gods must have seen all of Cream’s wayward violations of taboos, persecution of the Holy Sword, and plotting suspicious schemes. The fact that her next destination is the Tower of the Four Seasons, too.
I don’t know if the reason why she can’t directly control her is because of her uniqueness as a hero, or because her spiritual power that can affect her reality is reduced that much, but anyway.
“Soon there will be guests, so give them whatever answers they want. But if they draw their swords and violate their decree.”
I don’t know who among the bookkeepers is talking. Maybe that castle itself was talking. Catching the captain would make things easier, but it was so loud that I couldn’t get my head around it.
Well, how are you? Although I like to eat it raw, I will not hesitate to do troublesome and laborious work if necessary.
“Destroy them at all costs. This tower is a sanctuary where the breath of the gods can still reach, and the blessings of the gods can also be withdrawn at will. Do not be afraid that the world is immersed in darkness.”
If you follow God’s will, you cannot directly harm the hero. It is because the darkness of the world gathers together and the world is saved only when the hero declares himself the demon king.
That’s why the tricks of the gods so far have been limited to targeting me. No matter how strange the hero’s behavior was, that role could not be replaced by anyone.
However, at this moment, the book keepers were revealing their murderous intent.
“I will not ask how the one who received the protection of the three gods, the one who carried the most innocent glory in the world, fell.”
“······ Corruption?”
“Yes. We feel such a willingness to see the gaze of God who has returned after hundreds of years, but how dare we not respect them while daring to feel their breath from the nearest seat.”
It wasn’t just a simple murderous intent. Their resentment towards the god who neglected them, their resentment that they could not abandon, their jealousy towards the hero, and their desire to take revenge on those who killed their relatives.
There were plenty of reasons for the bookkeepers to fight. No, the war had already begun at this moment when they were exchanging conversations. That gigantic castle and those intimidating beasts.
As Cream swung his sword, torn pages leaked out from the cracked walls, and blurry stories leaked out between the torn pages. The will of countless bookkeepers was changing the entire space.
“I, never.”
Cream cut off the demon beasts one after another. He, too, turned into pages of a book and scattered. Book Keepers, as their name suggests, knew how to deal with this world of thoughts.
Now it was moving the whole world to attack us. However, the appearance of Cream, who pulled out his sword in front of the world, was steadfast without the slightest fear.
She quietly led the holy sword. Invisible sword strikes hack through dozens of monsters and castle walls, and in the midst of scattered thoughts, more things than were broken are reborn anew.
The battle will not end until the Tower of the Four Seasons and the flow of thoughts gathered from all over the world are destroyed. No matter how strong the cream is, she can’t scoop out the sea with a spoon.
“Carbal.”
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But after all, half of this world is not real.
And next to Cream was the one who was most skilled in fighting the spirit world.
By the way, Cream once subdued even me with her mind. What if we join forces?
[Yes.]
Even with hundreds of bookkeepers controlling the flow of the world, we weren’t afraid at all.
Cream released Aries from her belt and threw it down. After the mention of God, Muffin remained silent. Choco took a step back as if this was not her fight.
And Cream grabbed me so strongly that the veins on the back of her hand stood out. Each other’s souls are bound, the mental barriers are broken down, and we become one again.
There is no sense of difference even though the souls of completely different people are mixed together. As if it had to be like this from the beginning, in a natural sense of unity, Cream opened its eyes.
“Hero! Have you really forsaken God!”
The will of the two of us began to suppress the thoughts of hundreds of people.
The world is shaking. If they changed the landscape of the world by controlling the flow of thought, then of course we could too. Based on countless thoughts here, it raises the abyss of unconsciousness to reality.
The darkness spreads as if paint were dissolved in transparent water. The witch beasts who had revealed their teeth to us suddenly showed their stomachs and assumed a posture of submission, and in that posture they were petrified and hardened.
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The reality eroded by the unmanageable stream of consciousness creaks. The ‘tower’ itself, which separates the real world from the spirit world, was still the same, but the inside of the tower was shaking like crazy as if a storm was brewing.
And then, something began to rise above the earth eroded by the darkness. Some might call it a tower, others might see it as a metaphysical pillar or lighthouse.
But if you ask me, I’ll say it’s a sword.
“No.”
The abyss of unconsciousness, a huge tower of swords that embodies my identity nestled within.
Because this place is not my mental world, its length was less than half of the abyss of unconsciousness. Some of the shapes were crushed unsteadily, and dark debris flowed down.
Nevertheless, even with its size not even half that size, it was enough to cast a shadow over the entire Castle of Books built by the book keepers.
“First, throw me away.”
Standing at the top of that great tower of swords, Cream silently looked down.
Thanks to the close bond of soul, I was able to read the complex, difficult, and vast emotions swirling inside Cream at this moment.
Like an active volcano on the verge of exploding, emotions gushing out as if they were going to burst at any moment. After all, the bookkeepers were also heavenly chess pieces, and Cream knew that too.
O descendant of a friend who once ran the world side by side. However, so many years have passed, and in the meantime, the wounds have not dried up and have swelled. Now I can’t turn back, and I have no intention of turning back.
Cream borrowed my voice and howled.
[It was you!]
In order to slash all of that, the sword tower began to tilt little by little.