The literature department was empty.
Fintan pushed open the door to that activity room and frowned.
Pretending to pass by, Eleazar stood behind the upright back, stood on tiptoe, and glanced inside.
"No one~"
"No way!"
Fintan asserted, "I definitely just heard the cries of the weak!"
Eleazar, whose senses swept around and found nothing out of the ordinary, looked at the books that had fallen on the ground and pondered for a moment, then laughed:
"Unless they're eaten by books."
Fintan turned around a bit disgruntled, "What the hell are you doing here?"
"Passing by, passing by~"
Eleazar lifted his feet and continued on his way.
Away from the castle sequencer, the smile on his face slowly faded as he looked thoughtful.
"Strange, isn't it the spiritual fluctuation emanating from there?"
Thoughtfully, arriving at the death-defying society, Eleazar pushed open the door.
"Hello everyone!"
The four people inside turned their heads at the sound.
It was very rare today that they were already together in one room in the early morning.
Lillian bristled, "Finally? We thought you were too scared to come back."
Eleazar laughs, "What are you guys working on?"
"Psionics, I've heard that this magical ritual can communicate with the dead!"
"..."
Eleazar looks at the horribly dead frog on the counter and is silent.
Reasoning he understood, but why was the sacrifice a frog.
Didn't we say before that it was suspected to be a transcendental species and that we should stay and observe it properly?
Eleazar Kaizumi waited for them to finish tossing around, intending to explore those bizarre deaths in the Literature Department in past years later.
And outside, that knight was still looking around for someone to ask about the Literature Department.
He was incredibly sure that he had definitely not heard correctly just now.
The fact that the door can be opened from the outside means that someone's already been in this activity room.
And the neighborhood clubs do have students who have seen them, and people do come in and out of that literature department.
But when he pushed open the door to his room, he saw no one.
From the time he heard the cries, to the time he rushed to the short 1 minute, what happened, big living people disappeared from the room out of thin air?
Fintan walked over to the window and peeked down to look down.
It can't be a jump either...
"Did the book really eat it?"
Thinking back to what the man had just said, Fintan looked at the book at his feet and picked it up and flipped through it.
It was a dictionary of ancient languages, and he, who could barely read a bit of transcendental writing, couldn't even recognize a single word in it.
That's when Fintan noticed the ancient notebook on the desk again.
Still can't read the text...
It certainly wasn't written by a transcendentalist anyway.
The transcendental texts, which were already obscure and difficult to understand, were written by ordinary people, and the texts became even more difficult to understand.
It's like an ancient text that, once translated by a two-handed person, is definitely very different from the original.
Fintan took his notes and dictionary and contemplated them for a moment.
Turning around, he walked out of the activity room and stood in the hallway looking around before making his way back to the mysterious society that was supposed to help him with his confusion.
"There should be someone in there who knows the ancient language, right?"
Thinking so, he knocked on the door of the room.
"Coming~"
A perky voice rang out, followed by footsteps approaching and the door to the room opening to reveal a girl.
Lillian looked at him quizzically, "What's the matter with you, classmate?"
"I..."
Fintan paused in his tone, thinking of wording, "I'd like to come and visit."
"Huh, do you yearn for mystery too?"
"Ahem... Hmm..."
Lillian greeted him in with great enthusiasm at once.
Fintan walked into the room that looked like a witch's cottage and his eyes glazed over.
These people are not afraid to die...
He had the same look on his face as he did when Eleazar arrived.
In the room 2 men and 3 women, at this moment gathered around a table as if dissecting a frog, but with candles lit beside them, were pinned up in large specimens, with gold, silver, and all sorts of strange things arranged in a pentagonal shape above and below them.
Eleazar turns around unexpectedly and looks at him a little strangely.
After the knight with the raised eyebrow had been dragged around and introduced by both Norton and Lillian, he finally said what he was really here for.
"I found a somewhat strange note here, and I was wondering if one of you could translate it?"
Eleazar's eyes narrowed at the somewhat familiar dictionary.
Isn't this the same book we just saw in the Literature Department room? What did he find?
"I'll I'll I'll I'll I'll I'm at least an ancient language major in the history department!"
Norton volunteered, then took the notes and dictionary and pored over them for a moment.
"....."
"Uh..."
"So that's the language..."
Fintan leaned down and patiently asked, "Well?"
Norton said with a big smile on his face, "I can't read it!" You're so happy you can't read it?
Fintan almost couldn't help but punch him in the face.
"Waste!"
Lillian gave Norton a blank look and grabbed the books.
"I'll do it!"
It's just a shame that she, a geography student, is even less able to read it.
In the end, she had to turn to the minister for help.
"Minister, it looks like we're not going to make it."
Seebel smiles lightly and reaches for the books.
Fintan just watched as the notebook continued to flow through the three men's hands.
The minister, obviously quite a bit more powerful than those two, flipped through it for a moment, his lips parting lightly:
"God..."
"God ...?"
"Hmm... What god..."
Seebel frowned nicely.
"This dictionary is incorrect, and without a professional word search, it may take a lot of effort to actually translate the contents of this note, word by word, to cross-reference it."
The maid sniffed and simply closed the two books and threw them out.
"Forget it then, Missy doesn't have the time to be busy with that."
Fintan sighed and was about to pick up his books and make an excuse to leave when he saw the man who hadn't made a sound since the beginning of the day, slowly picking up his notes.
Ancient handwritten notes that tumbled into the hands of the last man.
Eleazar flipped through it casually.
"Oh, it's Silver Age writing."
Norton pushed up his glasses in some disbelief.
"You can actually read? What level are you in Ancient!"
"Well, barely able to read some of it."
Eleazar's tone was very humble, and after a quick flip through the dictionary that
"Well, it's some kind of ritual prayer."
Eleazar cleared his throat and read slowly:
"O God and Lord who created everything ..."
"We sing instead of cry..."
"We cried and cried..."
"We pray..."
An eerie wave rose from the notes, spreading across the room crowd.
His voice came to a momentary screeching halt.
"Shut up ----!"
At the same time, the room bellowed, and a sudden longsword was erected on Eleazar's forehead, seeing that it was about to slash down in the next second.
Fintan's eyes were crimson, and his grip on his longsword was bruised.
"Give me the book!!!"