Editing Tosho Meikyuu:Volume1 Epilogue (section)

===◇◇◇9 Pages until Memory Loss===	
	
"…First, let’s activate the ‘Timed Express Envelope’ addressed to Arteria!"	
	
You pin the wax seal on the grimoire and activate its functions. The envelope gains wings and flutters in your hands before flying out of the Atelier.	
	
You pursue the twin wings that lead you to where the ‘demon king Arteria’ is, and stomp off the Atelier floor to leap into the Labyrinth, letting your accelerated thoughts and enhanced physical strength guide you.	
	
At the innermost area of this infinite library Labyrinth, the demon king awaits you.	
	
(The timed memories are coming in…! Now that she has the demon king personality, Arteria probably will be sucking the blood and turning the Labyrinth creatures into an undead army! Let’s enhance my senses to the extreme …!)	
	
"—!!! This foul stench…are they the undead army of the demon king!!?"	
	
Your senses that have lost their humanity and are almost similar to that of the strongest vampire detect the rotting stench in the air. Immediately after, a powerful bear-like arm swings down from behind a bookshelf at the ‘envelope’ flying in front of it.	
	
"Tch!"	
	
You reach out for the ‘envelope’ and dart by the arm that’s trying to rip you along with the ‘envelop’. You continue to glide and decelerate through the Labyrinth floor, sensing the presence of undead rumbling amongst the walls of countless bookshelves that form the Labyrinth, and the darkness surrounding you.	
	
(…So I charged straight into the flank of the undead army? Bears, lions, birds of prey, rats and bats too…!)	
	
Of those your senses alone can detect, there are dozens that fill the shadows of the bookshelves.	
	
The undead army, enslaved to the demon king, seems to narrow its encirclement, only to stop.	
	
(It's coming!!!)	
	
''Vroom!'' the monsters swarm like a muddy stream, and they rush onto you from all sides.	
	
However, even though they are all Nosferatu, the crudely made undead army of the demon king are of a completely different rank as a Nosferatu compared to you, who was bathed in far lethal amounts of True Ancestor blood, and have become a kin of the strongest species.	
	
In your slowly turning vision, you turn towards where the ‘Express Envelope’ has flown, and aims for a bookshelf with what appears to be a bear-like Nosferatu behind it.	
	
And so you swing your fist at the massive body, punching it head on!	
	
"Scram."	
	
—At that moment, the mass of carrion, having taken on the overwhelming force of the blow, distorts like a balloon, ''boom!'' and disintegrates into a sleet of blood, flesh, and bone, flying aside with all the surrounding mass.	
	
Bathed in the debris of undead caused by the shockwave, you look at where the ‘envelope’ fly out, and yell with vigor to fight.	
	
"This is…my road!"	
	
''Boom!!!'' the earth rattles, and you charge through the hole in the middle of the undead army that you pierced through.	
	
You bludgeon, crush, and destroy the looming undead (zombie) blocking your approach to the demon king, and you charge into the dark Labyrinth.	
	
(…The immortal army’s presence is increasing. I’m getting close to the demon king…!)	
	
"Don't get…in my way!"	
	
Kicking the floorboards and the demon king's underlings, stomping violently on them, you continue to run through the second and fourth floors of Library Labyrinth, towards the innermost reaches of darkness.	
	
(Right ahead, right ahead, right ahead …!)	
	
In the direction where you’re racing towards, within the jet-black darkness where not even a ray of light exists, you finally catch sight of the ‘Delayed Express Envelope’ that’s fluttering its wings into the void.	
	
(Arteria’s waiting for me there!!!)	
	
The magic wings reach their destination, demon king Arteria, and you plow through countless bookshelves, trampling over the Nosferatu carcasses that were torn to shreds—	
	
	
"Arteriaaaa!!!"	
	
	
You leap into the elevator hall.	
	
	
It’s a deep sea of blood.	
	
The demon king, standing before the elevator with her silver hair dancing in the darkness, looks back at you.	
	
Her eyes, seemingly brimming with blood, spots you through a gap amidst her flowing bangs.	
	
"…Hmm, you?"	
	
"Demon king…!"	
	
"A hindrance you are. My kin, I shall eat."	
	
No longer interested in you at all, the demon king orders her army of Nosferatu filling the elevator hall to kill you.	
	
Facing off against an army of hundreds of thousands of beasts, all of them having lost the privilege to die, you pull out the ‘storage book’ that you had prepared in your blade mail.	
	
—The ‘Delayed Express Envelope’, having just arrived right above the demon king, is about to open and unleash (1), a decisive blow against the undead army.	
	
Inside the envelope is a bundle of nearly 1,000 sheets of ‘Origami paper’.	
	
"’Origami papers’, transform into a water barrel!"	
	
In the center of the elevator hall, each Origami paper fluttering in the air folds into a 50-liter water barrel at your command.	
	
And they transform into a torrential downpour totalling 50000 liters, bursting in the Library Labyrinth.	
	
"Wh-What…!!?"	
	
(The ratio of the ‘Origami paper’ volume pre and post transformation into these water barrels are at about 000,000 times! With so much water expanding at once, that’ll create a shock wave that’ll sweep away the (1) undead army!	
	
Facing the ‘water’ of the looming waterfall, a tremendous poison to a vampire, you plunge your entire body into the ten ’storage books’ that are lined up in the air.	
	
As the True Ancestor (Arteria) once showed, you can be stored in a trunk. Since you can store your backpack, it can also store a trunk (you)!	
	
(Just one moment is fine!! If I can avoid that moment of shock wave, I can fight the demon king mano a mano!)	
	
Within the temporal evacuation space that you formed with a multi-layer ‘storage book’.	
	
	
''Splash!''	
	
You hear the ‘water’ torrent caused by the ‘grimoire’, which destroys the Labyrinth.	
	
	
''Bssssstttt!'' The ten pages of ‘storage book’ that contain you are torn open. You escape from the book’ and land upon the Labyrinth after the shockwave has passed.	
	
The swarm of Immortals that had filled the elevator hall is no longer there was no longer there, and amidst the darkness that has been cleared of enemies through shockwaves and thoroughly swept away, only the demon king with her logical armor stands still.	
	
"…M-Mongrel, you dare do so to these Immortals of I…!"	
	
"I’ve destroyed your immortal army, demon king. Single combat is the only way to end this story."	
	
"…Kukuku, so I see! ‘A vampire cannot cross running water’! It seems you think you can stop this demon king, the scenario writer!"	
	
The demon king's face contorts into an insane smile as the rain pours down on the slowing world.	
	
The vampire, manipulated by false memories written by ‘Kathédra’ and seeking to return as the demon king, now recognizes you as ‘the enemy stopping the scenario of ‘Kathédra’.	
	
This is where the real battle begins—the final battle to rewrite the ending of the story.	
	
	
"Who would have thought both Doctor Magna and the High Daylight Walker will imprint memories upon Sōshi Okutsuki to stop this dominion of I? But your resistance will end now. You are not a hero after all!"	
	
	
The demon king gives a sneer the True Ancestor (Arteria) has never shown before, scorning your will to fight.	
	
"You feared your past despair, and changed your memories. A complete coward you are unlike Kai Okutsuki. How can you stop this demon king if you are too weak to overcome even a psychological trauma?"	
	
"…"	
	
"You cannot defeat I. You have lost your magic, your memories, your Father, tampered with everything you can trust, and exhausted the last of your memory. Impossible it is to defeat this demon king Arteria!"	
	
"…Yeah. I'm certainly not hero material like Father."	
	
You reply quietly while the falling raindrops fall upon you.	
	
"I'm weak, fragile, a coward softy who ran away from the truth. I can't be a hero like Father… but still, there's something I can believe in."	
	
"Kufufu, your honesty shows more weakness. What can you believe now, you coward who falsified his own memory? All of your memories may be falsified fiction!"	
	
''Kuhahahaha! '' and the demon king's loud laughter echoes through the darkness of Labyrinth. You look straight into the crimson eyes filled with madness, and declare, 	
	
"I believe. No matter what fiction betrays me, I believe in Arteria."	
	
"…kuhihi, hihaha, ahyahyahya!! You say you believe in the True Ancestor! Hee-hee, truly pathetic you are! Are you insane because your memory betrayed you? Ahahahahaha!"	
	
"…"	
	
"Arteria no longer exists! The True Ancestor's memories and personality have been rewritten by the demon king! Rewritten page by page with ink, torn and crumpled, buried in the darkness of the Labyrinth! There is no memory of that false True Ancestor left in this demon king!"	
	
The demon king mocks your True Ancestor, her face contorting in hearty amusement.	
	
"Too bad for you, Sōshi Okutsuki! True Ancestor Arteria was killed by this demon king."	
	
"No."	
	
You refute with determination, still bathed in the pouring rain.	
	
The clear drops, seemingly still but surely falling, reflect the last moments of your relationship with Arteria.	
	
"The True Ancestor (Arteria) isn’t dead. She hasn’t lost to the demon king (you bastard), Arteria is '''here'''."	
	
You put your hand on your chest and touch the crystal talisman hanging there with your fingertips.	
	
"More than words, more than memory, this presence remembers."	
	
No matter what tragedy strikes you, no matter what memory betrays you, no matter what fate tears you apart, you have indeed given your word to the magic of the crystal talisman.	
	
"I have sworn to believe in Arteria."	
	
You’ll believe in the vampire who saved you with her own life.	
	
"…So let’s fight, demon king."	
	
The momentary rain stops.	
	
The ‘flowing water’ that prevents the vampire's action vanishes from the void of this battlefield.	
	
You thrust out your right arm and pull up the sleeve of your robe.	
	
"I’m not letting you decide the ending of this story."	
	
You rebuke the demon king, and then rip out a vein in your own right arm. The blood gushing from the wound is instantly frozen by Erika's Badblood, forming a stone sword.	
	
"With everything True Ancestor (Arteria) has given me, I will bury the demon king."	
	
With your regenerated right hand, you hold up the sword and challenge the most powerful demon king.	
	
You have run out of pages. This is the end of ‘Last Prayer of a Thousand and One Pages’. As a grimoire, I cannot record the outcome of the battle.	
	
The only scenario writers who can decide the outcome of the battle are you and the demon king.	
	
Now, discard the ‘book’.	
	
You don't need ‘a book to falsify your memories’.	
	
It is the reader, not the 'book' (Me), who shall write the ending of this love story!	
	
"Let's go, demon king, I'll finish you off in '''one page'''."