Editing Tosho Meikyuu:Volume1 Chapter6 (section)

===◇◇◇239 Pages until Memory Loss===

Eight hours have passed.

And before you know it, you recall that you have been looking for ‘books’.

"Huh!? T-Time just jumped again…!?"

The Memory Tampering must have automatically executed the archive search, resulting in you unwittingly having two ‘books’ in your hands.





First is the ‘Recycled paper for re-creating’, a ‘book’ that allows you to use a used ‘book’ once again.

The other is the ‘Still type, Hyper Express Envelopes, 500 pieces’, capable for sending five hundred envelopes of letters (with stamps).



"…Envelopes?"

You read the explanatory note that you yourself have supposedly written, and tilted your head in bewilderment.

It appears the ‘Recycled Paper for re-creating’—the book that allows you to reuse a book once’, can restore your memory capacity by creating a ‘Last Prayer’ with reduced pages. …

"…But even if these envelopes are stamped, are these express envelopes even usable in battle…?"

"Fumyu…these are the ‘books’ you chose, so surely there is a purpose."

A bored looking Arteria says so as she sits on a heap of books. After eight hours of assisting in the search for ‘books’, it appears even the strongest of the species appears fatigued.

"…W-Well, at least the ‘Recycled Paper for Re-creation’ seems usable…wait, thre are so few pages in this ‘book’! Just three pages left!"

You exclaimed in shock as you opened the unusually lightweight cover. You have assumed that with a ‘book to reuse a book’, you can duplicate a ‘Memory Preservation book’ to increase your memory capacity, but this ‘book merely has ‘three pages’ left.

With so few pages, even if I do duplicate 'Last Prayer' again, I’ll only have a few minutes left…! I thought Father would have a ‘Book to Cure Memory Loss’ or two…"

"Mmmm...If it can be used for other 'books', there probably is an infinite number of ways to do so…but this ‘Recycled Paper’ cannot solve your problem of memory loss."

"…And I'm not even sure what the 'Envelopes' can be used for anyway…"

These are the ‘books’ you found from the massive archive after using memory tampering to find the ‘Index’, so perhaps there is an effective way of using so…but how are you supposed to use the plain, unremarkable ‘Express Envelopes’?

"Hmm, perhaps it will be a useful ‘book’ after all? "

"…I do not think so, but it is worth a try."

While it is also vaguely described as ‘Time still’, as ‘envelopes’, surely this has to be a ‘book’ meant to send parcels to others..

You take out the relatively abundant remains of the ‘Origami paper set’, tear off a page, and slip in into the ‘Express Envelope’. Then, you write down the name of the recipient ‘Arteria’ on the addressee column, before sealing the envelop with wax (for sealing envelopes)—

"…Woah!?"

''Poof!'' Wings grow from the envelope, fluttering on your palm. The ‘Express Envelope’ glides splendidly in the air, soars above Arteria's head, and opens with a pop.

"Fuwah!? S-Something was delivered to I!"

"…I see. So it automatically sends ‘Envelopes’…it’s a little surprising, but how’s this any different from crumpling the ‘Origami Paper’ and throwing it?"

You stare at the fluttering pages and mutter in dismay. This ability to automatically send envelopes is very convenient, but you still don't think it's useful in battle.

"U-Umm…perhaps this can be used if you do not know where the recipient is…"

"…If so, how far can this ‘envelope’ fly? If I write down ‘scenario writer's assassin’ and seal it…"

You take out the second envelope, write ‘scenario writer's assassin’, and seal it with wax. Naturally, or perhaps predictably, no wings appear on the envelope, and remains in your hand.

"… Well, there is no way we can find the scenario writer like this."

"Muu…a little puzzled am I. How did it identify the recipient earlier with just the name ‘Arteria’? What happens if there are many with the same name?"

"I-I don't know…but now that you mention it, it’s strange. Maybe there are others with the same name as you, so how does it identify the recipient?

"Mumumu…perhaps the ‘book’ can read the user’s memories or information? You and I know each other, but neither have met the scenario writer, no?"

"So you mean since ‘Envelope’ can find the recipient from my memory, I can just write ‘Arteria’ and it’ll be delivered? If so, doesn't that mean I can send it even if I short the name to 'silver'?"

You took out the third ‘envelope’, feeling somewhat sceptical, write ‘silver’ on it, and seal it. The ‘Envelope’ then sprouts pure white wings, flies above Arteria's head, and automatically opens.

"Eh, th-this is enough to get it delivered…?"

"…Hmmm, perhaps this is a rather useful 'book' after all. Since it has wings, it can track any enemy that tries to evade, and can be sent from behind cover. Even without knowing the name of the target, it appears it can be sent if the target can be identified through memory.

"…I see. So if we can use the ‘Origami Paper’ to create flames and pair it with a barrier, as long as it’s an enemy I met once, I can attack anywhere no matter where this enemy is…hmmm?"

Muttering this, you suddenly sense an inspiration deep within your mind.

This ‘Still Type Express Envelope’ can seek out the user’s memory to send out letters, even if the impression is hazy. This search function is so powerful, it can sen a letter to the ‘Silver Night’ Arteria Al Athanasia Almnasia Ausanasia of the Library Labyrinth’ even with only a single word.

Unfortunately, even that excellent searching ability is impotent since the ‘scenario writer's assassin’ does not exist in your memory, but…



"…Wait a minute. Hasn’t Erika met the ‘scenario writer's assassin’?"


There should exist the ‘scenario writer’s assassin’ in the memory of Erika in the office next door.


"!! That little girl must have met the scenario writer's assassin personally! Assuming this guess is correction, this ‘book’ locks into its recipient through the user’s memory!"

"Yeah! I can’t send it, but Erika may be able to activate it!"

You run out, shouting and kicking aside the piles of books towards the door. If the ‘Envelop’ can reach the scenario writer's assassin, you should even be able to deduce the location!

Kicking aside the ebony door, you wish to report to Erika of your findings.

"Erika!! Looks like I found something great! Maybe there’s a way to find the scenario writer's assassin..."

"—Execute, servant of the stone serpent."

Erika unleashes her magic, and a waterfall of stone spears strike you.

"Eh…woahh!"

The tentacles of stone entwine around your body, pinning you to the airspace of the Atelier. The door is slammed behind you, separating you from the High Daylight Walker. While you’re still unable to to comprehend what happened, Erika, inclined deep in her chair at her desk, speaks quietly to you.

"…Okutsuki-san, have you found the 'Book to Cure Memory Loss'?"

"Eh, ehh!? More importantly, I want to ask as to why you’re binding me like this…"

"…Given your response, I guess you haven’t found the ‘book’. Great, at least my eight hours of casting a spell to ‘overcome memory block’ isn’t wasted."

"Eh…what, o-overcoming memory block?"

You blurt out in surprise when you hear her suddenly mention there’s a way to clear your memory block.

Erika, who has been looking down at the countless documents on the table, slowly lift her eyes after hearing this, and stares at you adamantly.

"…Okutsuki-san. Are you not lying when you say you seek the truth of five years ago,?"

"E-Erika…?"

Within her ultramarine eyes reminiscent of the deep sea, you notice a rather dignified glint of determination.

It's as if a hidden truth is hidden in the depths of her gaze.

"…No way, Erika. Is there evidence in this Atelier related to the truth of five years ago…?"

You realize. It’s just a fleeting moment of memory, but while you were investigating the archives, Erika spent eight hours searching your Father's office.

Since the ‘Last Prayer’ has no mention of Erika during your search of the archive, it suggests that she has yet to discover anything that she should report to you—

Instead, she knew of a decisive truth, and frantically tried to corroborate it.

"…If yes, tell me now. I’m here to investigate the truth."

You have two hundred and thirty-two pages and eight hours of memory capacity left. Even after finding the ‘Recycled Paper for re-creating’ from the archives, some time was spent for this. To continue your Father's legacy and become someone who can save others, it is absolutely essential that you heal your memory impairment.

"Erika, what exactly is the way to overcome this memory block?"

"…To do so, you need lots of clear, flowing water. According to Teacher Okutsuki’s notes, there seems to be clean, unpolluted water on this level. Please wait for me there with the True Ancestor, Okutsuki-san."

"Eh, wait, why aren’t you going with us? You’re the only one who knows the cure, and we might get attacked by the scenario writers…"

"…Sorry, but I have to prepare. With the True Ancestor around, the scenario writer won’t attack you."

"I won’t get attacked if I’m with Arteria? W-Well, with 'Silver Night', even the scenario writers won't simply attack…"

Erika does not answer you, and compiles all the documents on the table before she slowly gets to her feet. The only parchment page left on the desk appears to be a map to the ‘Library’.

"…That stone magic will be broken after a certain amount of time. Please go ahead and wait for me."

"Understood. I just need to follow the map and go to the ‘Library with water’, right? "

"Yes…I’ll be leaving right away to avoid delaying you."

Erika says so with a quiet tone, and touches the opening mechanism of the Atelier with her finger. The magic mechanism that your Father had constructed is activated, and the massive door is slowly pushed aside.

"…Okutsuki-san, since I was saved by the Doctor Magna, I’ll definitely save you from the fate of oblivion, even that salvation will bring you the cruel truth."

With these words, Erika turns away and steps out into the darkness of the Labyrinth.

She then disappears through the magical door that has begun to close again, her footsteps echoing coldly.