The papyrus scattered golden light before his eyes, its unusual inscription resonating with a powerful hum, as if it would activate its embedded spell at any moment.
Kiiing!!
The golden light extending from the papyrus climbed up his arm and enveloped Lenok.
A contradictory sensation, like a cozy cradle yet also an utterly alien substance.
It simultaneously tried to disrupt and preserve, touching both inside and out.
A bizarre form of intent, demanding both change and constancy from the spell’s target, as if it were trying to truly manifest it.
[…You?]
However, instead of accepting the flow, Lenok returned the spirit of the priestess into the ring.
He didn’t think the Order needed to know the nature of the intent unfolding here.
‘A resurrection spell, huh?’
A miracle not permitted even in Yorta, where the living and the dead coexist.
What did it mean that Ethan Bajur, who had arrived in Yorta before Lenok, had left such a thing behind?
As Oliviera said, had he truly succeeded in overcoming his death and resurrecting?
Perhaps in the process, he had gained a different kind of talent than Kaise.
He hadn’t expected to find Ethan Bajur’s records here, but Lenok was, in a way, internally accepting of this causality.
If the stage he chose to overcome his death was this military city, what place could be more suitable as a cradle for a resurrected being?
Thinking this, Lenok pushed away the light enveloping him and canceled the spell’s activation.
As soon as he read the explanation on the papyrus, he instinctively knew that he shouldn’t use it now.
Pajik!!
With a sound like shattering glass, the papyrus lost its light and became still.
Lenok shook his head, watching the gradually fading text on the papyrus.
‘It’s a one-time use item. It’s not something I should use right now.’
The explanation on the papyrus mentioned a unique, built-in, consumable spell.
That probably meant that the spell embedded in this papyrus was for one-time use.
Using this spell now would let him know what Ethan’s intent felt like, but it would be difficult to gain any meaningful results.
Moreover, Lenok hadn’t forgotten where this was originally hidden.
‘The Curse of Metamorphosis. It was enclosed with a mention of a Guardian Spirit Beast. There’s a possibility that the spell’s target is not a human but a spirit beast.’
Looking at the phrases Ethan left in his journal, he seemed to have felt a sense of kinship with the Curse of Metamorphosis, thinking it was similar to his own situation.
If he felt something for the Guardian Spirit Beast dying from the Curse of Metamorphosis and left this behind.
The spell’s target might also be tailored for a spirit beast, not a human.
At the very least, additional research and investigation were needed to use this properly.
As he put the papyrus away, the large man who had been watching him stammered, asking,
“W-what just happened?”
“I’ve taken care of everything that happened here,” Lenok replied.
“The Guardian Spirit Beast won’t be moving again. The 5th basement level of the Memorial Tower will be closed off with this.”
“……”
“The only means of transportation in a tomb is this? The ghosts have such bizarre tastes… Is it because they don’t have bodies that they can’t even think of being considerate to the living?”
Lenok nodded, examining the broken elevator at the edge of the cliff.
“I can fix it enough to use it once.”
“…You can fix that piece of junk?”
“I’m just a man of many talents.”
The large man, who had been silent at Lenok’s indifferent reply, sighed and stood up.
“It’s only a one-person elevator anyway. If I’m lucky, I might be able to ride it. I’ll have to look for any surviving prisoners in the meantime.”
“And take the belongings of the dead ones too?”
“…There’s no need to leave them behind.”
Lenok immediately got into the elevator, watching the large man mutter awkwardly.
“Well, thanks for saving me anyway. When you called yourself a prophet, I thought you were completely out of your mind…”
The large man nodded, watching him.
“My name is Fisher. If we ever meet on the surface, I’ll repay this debt.”
“I wouldn’t get my hopes up.”
The large man seemed to agree with Lenok’s words, giving a wry smile before disappearing behind the cliff.
Lenok watched him go, then woke up Davi, who had been sleeping soundly in his arms.
[You always call me first at times like these.]
Davi grumbled, but still placed his front paws on the control panel and rubbed it, causing the elevator to start moving with a clunk.
Woo-oong!!
The elevator quickly ascended the cliff.
Davi, who had poked his head out of the robe, looked at the receding ground and said,
[The severed lines were temporarily reconnected, so it will be difficult to operate again without additional maintenance.]
“Tough luck for whoever’s left.”
He said that, but the large man must have had something he was relying on to stay behind in the Memorial Tower’s basement.
Perhaps he had found something useful among the corpses or belongings of the dead prisoners.
He had a rough idea of what he was planning to do, but there was no reason to help or hinder him.
Memorial Tower’s 5th basement level. After facing the Frost Monarch’s corpse, the important thing was to escape this place as quickly as possible.
“Is it the surface now…”
It was a short time considering he was imprisoned in exchange for obtaining Onion’s ship, but it was a long time considering what he had to do in Yorta.
Drrrk!!
“…”
His reverie was interrupted by the rough noise and shaking of the elevator, which instantly made him feel sick.
Lenok, who naturally took out motion sickness medicine as if it were second nature, leaned against the back of the elevator and forced himself to look into the distance.
“…It’s not very effective.”
The scale of the Memorial Tower was so vast that even the time it took to ascend the cliff from the 5th basement level was considerable.
At this rate, he would probably have to ride the elevator for about six minutes.
Lenok pondered for a moment, then took out the papyrus that Ethan had left behind from his arms again.
It would be difficult to research the resurrection spell right away, but he knew that the papyrus with the spell was not an ordinary item.
The Papyrus Aureus [Golden Papyrus] he had just obtained and the Papyrus Argenteus [Silver Papyrus] he had brought from the Cradle of Jintun.
The papyrus that Lenok used to pre-charge and use blink spells was surprisingly similar to the scrolls Ethan had left behind.
“They have similar names, but they’re different in nature. A common characteristic of serial artifacts.”
[If you want to be picky, they look very different?]
Charrrruk!!
After floating the two papyri side by side in the air, Lenok was finally able to clearly grasp the differences.
The Argenteus emitted a brilliant silver light, while the Aureus had a clear golden glow.
But the first difference that caught his eye was the area of the papyrus.
Unlike the Argenteus, which could cover Lenok’s body when fully unfolded, the Aureus that Ethan had left behind was about the size of a small booklet.
If the papyrus left by Jintun was the original itself, then what Ethan had left was only a part of it.
The remaining parts of the Aureus were likely in Ethan Bajur’s possession.
“The principle of recording and storing spells is similar. If they were given different names, there must be some differences…”
The Papyrus Argenteus, which Lenok used to charge and use blink spells, was not just an item that could store and bind spells.
It also had the ability to leave behind pure forms of magic power or even intent itself, which were not yet materialized into spells.
It was also possible to categorize, store, search, and classify the recorded abilities.
However, if the Argenteus and Aureus had the same abilities, there would be no need to give them different names.
“Is the ability to use them separately the key feature? But that’s too unoriginal for that.”
[You spent a lot of time researching how to put blink magic into silver paper before.]
Davi said, yawning.
[Should I make a chart so we can compare it with the gold paper if you need it?]
“…Ethan Bajur is a strange man who left behind such artifacts just because he thought the Curse of Metamorphosis was similar to his own situation.”
Lenok was lost in thought, forgetting the shaking of the elevator.
“He even set his own name as the activation keyword for the papyrus. He probably has an extremely obsessive personality when it comes to things or relationships related to him.”
[But master has never actually seen that organism in person.]
“That’s why I’m imagining it.”
Lenok replied, rummaging through his arms.
“Items related to Ethan Bajur. Or items that he was interested in during his lifetime…”
Click!!
Lenok took out a necklace that was shining with a transparent light from his arms and looked at it.
It was a memento that Jorden had given him as a gift, but it was actually a seal with the name of the Ascendant Sect engraved on it.
And it was the only item of Kaise’s that Ethan had shown interest in during his lifetime.
After pondering, Lenok slowly brought it to the golden glowing Aureus.
Kiriik!!
On the empty papyrus, several phrases began to appear at a rapid pace.
=The cliff located at the exit of the 5th basement level of the Memorial Tower is not connected to the upper part of the tower, but to the lower levels outside the tower.
=Unlike the basement of the Memorial Tower, which was left unattended by the Soul Pacification Hall, it is recommended to enter the upper part of the tower through the outer levels.
=This cliff is an unintended environment even within Yorta, and it is said to be the result of three Man-Gwi [Malevolent Spirits] fighting and changing the terrain.
[Something is just writing itself.]
Davi, who didn’t know the details, tilted his head.
[But this feels similar to that creepy notebook master got from the vampire before?]
“Yes. It seems certain that the Ghost Journal was created by referring to the Blood Script.”
Lenok nodded.
Various phrases appeared on the papyrus. The flow and the answers written in cursive.
It looked similar to the Blood Script Zayble, a recording device that Madam had given to Lenok, which recorded and updated information through blood.
“I see it now. Ethan Bajur didn’t just leave the records of the Ghost Journal lying around.”
Lenok said, picking up a piece of the papyrus.
“After finishing his journey in Yorta, he gathered all the records he left behind and organized them in this papyrus.”
As he had stated that he liked to record things himself, he had organized the various knowledge he had gained here and left it in this papyrus again.
The fact that Lenok was able to access the papyrus designed for Ethan himself was probably because he knew so much about Kaise’s past.
“The records themselves are things I’ve never seen before. Is it randomly pulling out records about related items in the vicinity?”
[If you measure the closeness of pairing surrounding objects with related search terms, it’s almost like a weak AI.]
Davi said abruptly, looking at the phrases silently.
[If you train it a little, it might be able to select the desired search terms from the surroundings of the target?]
“Please do it right away.”
Clunk, clunk!!
The elevator had almost reached the edge of the cliff, shaking precariously as if it would fall at any moment.
Thud!!
The elevator didn’t reach the top of the cliff, but stopped awkwardly at the bottom edge.
Davi, who had been holding a piece of papyrus in his arms and tapping it with his tail, handed it to Lenok.
[Master. It’s done.]
“Already?”
[If you accumulate a large amount of data and force the command to be learned, even such an old-fashioned artifact can do it.]
Davi replied as if it were nothing.
[It’s easier to intervene because it vaguely imitates the principles of the Blood Script.]
“…So you’ve been deliberately not calling me by my name properly all this time?”
[By the way, what are you going to use this function for?]
Davi asked, changing the subject without a care.
[Now that I look at it, isn’t this scroll giving you a mix of strangely useless information?]
“…”
Davi’s words were not entirely wrong.
The phrases that appeared on the papyrus were suddenly explaining the history of Yorta.
=It is said that before the Memorial Tower was built as a result of the Man-Gwi Night Parade, the Headrain River was full of corpses.
=The fact that this city, which deals with both spirit and flesh, was full of death is personally interesting…
Apart from the information that had been investigated and recorded, there was a lot of unnecessary sentiment mixed in.
From the perspective of Davi, a digital spirit, it was natural not to give a good evaluation of this kind of record.
But even so, Lenok instinctively knew that the value of this journal’s records was enormous.
“Ethan Bajur is a resurrected being who traveled all over Yorta and went directly into the Abyss.”
Lenok gripped the papyrus and immediately extended his magic power upwards.
Lenok, who had quickly climbed onto the cliff, chuckled as he looked at the Ghost Journal.
“If it’s a record left by such a strange man, he would know better than anyone what measures to take when exploring this city, right?”
* * *
Military City Yorta. Outer Circulation Route of the Memorial Tower.
Lower Level. Ten Ghost Designated Living District.
A large river flowing through the lower levels of the dimly lit ghost city.
A bustling street built along the riverbank created by the Headrain River, which ran through the entire city.
A man wearing a black robe stood in the living area where outsiders could visit after passing through checkpoints.
“…”
A particularly quiet and dark atmosphere.
Passersby occasionally glanced at his unusual attire, but quickly lost interest and passed by.
Despite Yorta being a closed city, there were many people who walked around in such attire.
In this city where the living and the dead coexist, there were many people who wanted to hide their identities.
But Lenok didn’t care about the gazes around him and focused on reading the scroll he was holding.
[Your Grace.]
The priestess, who was standing behind Lenok and looking around, said,
[At this rate, you will soon be caught again and escorted back to prison.]
“…”
[I don’t know what you found in the Frost Monarch’s tomb, but let’s move while thinking-]
“I found it.”
[…Yes?]
Ignoring the priestess’s question, the phrases of the journal rapidly appeared on the scroll.
=In order to leave a level once assigned in Yorta, a complicated procedure is required.
=Most of them are related to rituals or night parades, making it difficult for outsiders to pass through them.
=However, if a traveler is assigned to a pier close to the level, they can use a shortcut.
Lenok, who had been reading the journal, immediately moved towards the riverbank.
The scenery of the pier, which had become deserted after a few ships had passed.
Lenok carefully looked at the width of the river and confirmed the area, then nodded and immediately raised his magic power.
“This area is more than enough.”
Wooo-oooong!!!
At that moment, a huge shadow soared from inside the shadow robe with a tremendous vibration.
Kugwagwagwa!!
A tremendous sense of weight that overwhelmed the surroundings, and a damp fog that exploded in all directions.
At the same time, the shape of a huge ship crushed and smashed the entire pier on the riverbank.
Kwaaaang!!!
The appearance of a ghost ship in the middle of a residential area where locals lived in the lower levels of Yorta caused screams of shock to erupt from all over the place.
“Kyaaaaak!!”
“W-what is that!!”
“Call the Spirit Guard, now!!”
[……]
Leaving the speechless priestess behind, Lenok immediately boarded the ship and placed the papyrus on the deck.
“Now, then…”
On the papyrus placed on the deck, the phrases that had just appeared were slowly fading.
=According to the old laws of the city, all ships must be moved to an acceptable pier.
=If a ship that is too large for the pier of the level is presented, administrative action must be taken, skipping several procedures.
=This is the fastest way to move from the lower levels to the upper levels, so it is recommended for travelers visiting the city for the first time.
=It is an old evil law that even the spirits of the Soul Pacification Hall are troubled by.
Lenok, who had checked even the personal opinions left at the end of the journal’s records, muttered as he looked at the mess unfolding below the ship.
“Ghost Journal. How accurate of a travel guide are you?”