I never wanted to see my sister again. I knew the next time I would see her would be to kill her.
　With Rosef's encouragement, I stood in front of my sister for the first time in a long time. Victoria was already not in the form she once was.
　She was riding on his back, controlling Dostoevsky, an ancient dragon said to have lived for tens of thousands of years. I knew the heart of Dostoyevsky's desire to be freed.

　It was a hideous figure.
　His whole body was black, and something mysterious was always shaking.
　At the time, I was too immature to know anything about it. But I knew. But I knew that it was my sister's very existence.
　Her existence was bloated and flowed outward from inside her. She was always influencing something, just as we were afraid of seeing it.

　From the moment she confronted it, she knew. She knew that I had come to kill her.
　Of course. Those in the abyss can sense and see the emotions of life. From the body of that which is inconvenient to you, a foul, iron sand shadow emerges. It is easy for us to distinguish friend from foe.
　But my sister has been swallowed up in the so-called abyss. She couldn't tell friend from foe.
　She didn't know what we looked like at the time.

　We had killed her soon after we met without checking. The three of us killed her and she scattered without a pile of blood.
　To our surprise, right after her body died, a phantom of her appeared beside her. She was the same as the kind and gentle woman she used to be.

"...Victoria?

Adams what's going on?

　There was little conversation. My sister had come to her senses completely.

　She was the only one who showed up, yes. She is an observer.
　An observer is something that transcends death and life, something that only exists for beings like my sister - something that transcends even spirits.
　No other identity is known, and we do not know what exactly they are.

　My sister was taken by the observers to their garden - the Pleiades.
　Then I asked the white giant, "Why are you taking my sister away?

"Why are you taking my sister away? She won't do anything anymore.

Existence itself is a sin. Only life can exist here; without a body, stability collapses and draws in nothingness.

　The observer warned me, too.

'So do you, huh?　Dyeing the abyss, but not immortality, the body decays. You're next.

　The convergence of the pillars of light--.
　Victoria's figure disappeared, and the observers disappeared.
　Only the three of us were left there.



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　The great merchant Detrillite built a village, and the village became a town, and the town expanded in size....
　While the Vanome Continent begins to recover, we are investigating the Abyss with an observer.

"Is it possible to bring them back?

　In response to Neitzert's question, I said, "I don't think it's impossible," without any innovation or clue.
　Surprisingly, however, one day, Rosef was the key.
　It was while he was lightly confronting a monster in the forest.

"--Summon!

　Rosef said this and a huge rock monster appeared in front of us.
　It was a magic we didn't know existed.
　He checked with Rosef.

It's a summoning spell, don't you know that?

　Rosev was able to use the kind of magic that controlled time and space. Whether it was inborn or not, he didn't know why he could use it either. He said he thought it was obvious.
　Using his talent for manipulating time and space, we created the prototype for what is now called transfer magic and summoning magic.

　Then one day I came up with an idea.

Restore Victoria's body?

Yeah.

'But that means...' Neitzert realized. 'Victoria is in the Pleiades. When you fix the body, will she be conscious there?

You're not gonna get it.

Well then....

Yeah. So I thought of another way.

　I revealed my sister's body, which was otherwise unremarkable, from the other space storage.

'This is Victoria's ... she's already restored it.

Neitzert, this isn't a restoration. It's called an object.

"Object?

　Beside him, Rosef said, "You guys are talking some kind of mooch," snickering. I flicked it with my fingertips and let it fly appropriately.
　That's not the point--.
　I told her. I told her that a person is made up of body and being. That when a being leaves a dead body, it leaves behind life information.

It's like an egg. "It's like an egg, a glowing yellow egg, covered with black threads that look like the dregs of existence. I call it a cocoon.

　The cocoon is intimately intertwined with the corpse. In fact, a cocoon is a part of a corpse. Because life information belongs to the body.
　I am the magic that severs the connection between them. I have created attributional insulation .............

The object is a brand new body created from the cocoon. It's not restored or duplicated, it's almost an original.

"Almost?

'You can only create an object once. The cocoon doesn't reside in the object.

That's what.... So what are you going to do now?

'The rest is easy. My summoning spell I came up with based on Rosev's summoning spell - a naturalization quote - to summon Victoria's presence from the Pleiades. On this object.

　I summoned my sister, and I summoned her presence to the object.
　It was a success. The result was a success without a millimeter of difference.

　But an afterthought came along - an observer.
　As a streak of light stood in the vastness of the land, a huge white one also stood.

'....human.

....

Do you know what that means?

　After a long pause, the observer asked me what it meant to bring my sister back to life.

"Meaning?

"You may not understand it in terms of life and death, but it is of great concern to you humans. He was educated in the Pleiades and is not allowed to tread on the soil of this world.

Why, isn't my sister standing fine?

"Induces nothingness.

Wha...?

"Just as life and death never intersect, neither do the things that are and the things that are not intersect.

....

Let me put it in a familiar way. You humans like to say that each of you are unique from the moment you are born, special?

Yes.

'That wasn't wrong. That's why we don't understand each other. They will never understand each other because they are completely different creatures. It is the same thing. So what happens to you when you don't understand each other?

...a rebellion?

Yes. The same thing happens in the higher dimensions. That which exists and nothingness do not understand each other. They do not intersect, they repel, and all return to nothingness nothingness is overwhelming.

　I couldn't understand it.
　But I wondered if what I couldn't understand was exactly what the observer had said.

'Well, what can we do to prevent it? We just want to live in peace.

'In a spatial sense, human death is the most peaceful. But I will tell you. Don't create any more abysses, don't create a situation where we have to visit the life-world again and again. Leaks of information are the worst. Don't violate the stability of the world. Life becomes aware of nothingness and recognizes it as of this world - that is, a bodiless spirit roams the lifeworld and life recognizes the spirit. Or so does the observer. The moment the multitude of lives recognize us and the multitude of things that are not imaginary, that's when the world ends, like a snap, like a switch being flipped - nothingness comes.

...nothing.

'There is no other way to deal with nothingness. Existence cannot perceive nothingness.

...All right. Please, please don't take my sister.

　The observer finally smiled and said, "You don't understand. That one is cognizant of the observer. He has a different cognitive dimension than you three.

So....

　It was Neitzert. She was in front of me.

How about wiping your memories out of her?

"Uh-huh. Very well, I can't argue with that. If you can.

　Neitzert, who touched my sister, showed me a magic I didn't know existed.

Oblivion!

　She forgot everything she saw in the Pleiades.

　Then we made a pact with the observer. You cannot make a treaty with something you do not recognize.


p.


'No ... no ... no ... no ... no ... no!

　It wasn't long after that that trouble arose.
　Victoria, who had come to her senses, remembered what she had done to the people of Bannome.
　She remembered the slaughter, and she remembered all the memories of it.

'Victoria, get a grip!'

　Neitzert also nursed me. Rosev did not interfere at all.

'Kill me quickly!'

　Kill me - how many times had I heard those words?
　But as she said it, I'm sure she understood her condition. Victoria, including me, cannot die anymore.
　The objects will die. But the growth of an object will never be exhausted.
　Only Neitzert's Oblivion Magic calmed my sister's strange voice.
　But the abyss is deep-rooted and does not remove everything.
　Victoria's memories could not be helped by magic. Her sister would eventually remember the slaughter in full. No matter how many times Neitzart applied his forgetting spell, after a few days, she would start crying at night.

　We built a house in the deserted fields with her screaming sister, and we hoped for the day when she would return to normal. We waited for the day when she would return to normal.

　One day, we had a visitor.
　It was the old dragon Dostoevsky.
　He told them that he had come to kill her.

　But when Dostoevsky saw his emaciated sister, he realized that he had come to kill her.
　His expression changed to one of raging layers of emotion. Showing a restless calm, he said.

'What a sorry creature!'

　Dostoevsky had taken on human form.
　I felt as if he was about to kill me. His eyes were filled with anger. But every time they wavered, there was a pity in their depths.

"Do you regret using me, or do you think you can regret it?

I'm sorry, honey.

　My sister said this in a tearful voice.

'My God ... my God ... my foolishness. You made me kill you. By force.....

'Kill me. There's nothing more I can do.

　My sister collapsed to her knees on the spot. Then she waited for her execution.

"...an unfortunate creature. And stupid. Greedy. Selfish. Now you want me to kill myself.

　But Dostoevsky was not to blame.
　'Dragons are sentient creatures,' he said. He could see that his sister's condition was sincere.
　It was a sorry state, he knew.

　She stood up quickly and abruptly. Then, with an unprecedentedly clear expression on her face, she stood up.

Adams, please. Kill me....

　The pale skin laughed and the light purple lips said.
　The abyss within my sister has not disappeared. She can feel the other person's emotions as well as mine.
　My sister was aware of it. I don't know when she did.
　And she knew I could kill her.

"Victoria? .... no. That's a no-no.

No, it's okay.

　Neitzert's Oblivion Magic is. It can erase a target's memories and then conveniently bring them back.
　It was not just for memory, but for life as well.
　If you use it on a person, that person loses the fact of their existence and disappears. Victoria, who could not die, would also disappear.
　I don't know if she was aware of that much.

　But she wanted me to kill her.



...



　Recalling his memories, Adam's consciousness returned to the halls of Rashausen.
　In front of these faces, Adams told the rest of the story.

He said, "After Victoria disappeared, for some reason we remember that Victoria existed, but the world forgot her. But the world has forgotten Victoria. The world forgot her sister in the dark history of Vanome's demise. And the Detritus was forgotten.

　After that, Adams, Neitzert and Rosev were separated.
　Since then, Adams never saw them again.

I heard the news from the wind that Rosev had established a magical land in the Great Forest. I thought he was a nature lover. I was surprised when I heard that she had conceived a child with Neitzert. This is one of the reasons why demons are so powerful. At the time Neitzert, Oblivious and Katharlia were building their beast kingdom, I was working on the construction of the Academy of the End, Victoria. I was researching the depths of the abyss. And I have yet to find a way to prevent it.

　Then comes physical death to Adams.

'At the moment of death I commanded two of my disciples. One was Marcellus Heilkwaite. The other was Beatrice Fishanatica. Together, they must build two great houses, the net of the abyss.

The Abyssal Web?

　Arnold asked, not understanding the meaning.

The fools seek knowledge of the abyss and gather in the places where they find the most magical information. That is my belief.

You want to catch them in a net and kill them?

　It was the heart of the dragon - Zeke who said that. He was sullen.

"Kill me," he said, "not at all. You must warn him. I don't want to kill. And because I don't want to kill, I left three sentences to warn you.

　What is tainted by the abyss loses its lifespan - the one who is tainted by the abyss loses its life.

"A bloated being never disappears. Unless he wants it to.

　He who is swallowed by the abyss loses his beloved.

Consumed by the abyss, their personalities are distorted and they become aggressive. Indiscriminate aggression will kill even the beloved.

　The one who falls into the abyss loses his freedom - the one who falls into the abyss becomes a being.

The dead fools of the body become beings, and then there comes a welcoming party of observers. The dead fool becomes a being, and then comes the welcoming of the observer. But even if you fall and become irretrievably lost, there is still hope -- the karma of naturalization quotation. The karma of attributional isolation. It is the karma of imitation of a return trip. And forgetting. But it was a mortal sin to write and leave behind three and four acts of descent.

'Lord Adams, what are those three returns and four works?'

　No one here could understand that.
　Then, in a good way, Rogue - Spillman answered him. Adams felt uncomfortable with the situation, and after a moment he stared at Spillman.

'You're the Rogue Joker Rabbits!

...Yes, but?

　Adams looked down in regret and said.

He is a reincarnation," he said regretfully. He was a subhuman in a previous life. He was a subhuman in a former life, a rogue.

　As if he had seen through it all, Adams made a guess.

One day the man broke into Victoria and stole the Grimoire, a grimoire of the three and four karma rules. The spell was based on the Three and Four Karma, wasn't it?

　Spielman replied lightly, "Per," and "I'm not sorry.

But I don't want to hear any arguments. Besides, it would have been better if that had been all. After that, the Three and Four Acts were abused in every case. The summoning of the heroes you know was born out of this. And then...

　Adams gathered everyone here and began to talk about the reason for it.

'-Hidaka Masamune has come to this world.