C136: Framework (2)
There was an awkward silence in Rudgerâs office.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
Flora flushed and panicked as he stared silently.
âOh, no. So this isâ¦â¦!â
âDid you get confused?â
I spoke up to her because I didnât think the conversation would proceed if I left it as it is.
âWell, yes, I was confused for a moment.â
âItâs uncharacteristically for you to make a mistake.â
Well, there we go.
I immediately showed her the framework, a magic trick that uses mana to form the [source code] on the palm of my hand.
In an instant, a technique consisting of white lines was created. Flora Lumosâ pupils dilated when she saw it shining like crystal.
âIs it okay?â
I remembered Flora Lumosâ unusual constitution.
Has she said that she feels mana in a different way? As a result, when it was excessive, it seemed that she would feel confused. It was similar to the so-called Stendhal Syndromeâ.
When asked by me, Flora took a light breath and nodded.
âItâs all rightâ¦â
âIâm glad to hear that.â
I put forward the framework to Flora, saying so.
âPut your hand here.â
She flinched for a moment as if her mistake had occurred to her, but soon reached out her hand as she was told.
When the white framework touched the palm of her hand, it disappeared as if it were absorbed in an instant like snow melting in the sunâs light.
âThis is the frameworkâ¦â¦.â
Flora muttered as if she was amazed by the sense of the framework that permeated her hand. It must have been quite a strange feeling to sense it flowing through her body.
âThis is the end of the transition. If youâre done with your business, go out.â
âOh, Iâ¦â
âWhatâs going on?â
âAt that time, the trick that you showed me in your private laboratory.â
âAt that time?â
âYeah, when I passed out.â
Her voice was little as if she was ashamed.
I remembered what Flora was talking about.
âAre you talking about Kleinâs disease?â
Kleinâs disease itâs a technique that expands the existing magic formula in a higher dimension than the one that was drawn in a three-dimensional picture.
In other words, Kleinâs disease itself has no magical meaning. It is just the result of an experiment that I made to see how far the mysterious power of magic can reach.
âWhy do you ask that?â
âThere was something else you wanted to make besides the Kleinâs disease.â
âYou must have secretly seen what was written on the blackboard at that time.â
Flora glared at me in a way that meant what I said was a little ridiculous.
âHow can you not see since itâs drawn so openly?â
âEven so, it is not polite to see it. It was me this time but be careful with others.â
âSo whatâs the name of the magic?â
âYou mean that?â
Perhaps what Flora Lumos was talking about was a more extended concept of magic beyond Kleinâs disease. A four-dimensional figure that is seemingly made up of two cubes, but is actually much more complicated than that.
âTesseract. Thatâs what I call it.â
âTesseract?â
âOther names areâ¦â¦Yeah, itâs called a super cube.â
Of course, she wonât understand even if I say this. Itâs a concept thatâs hard to understand for people of this world. However, Flora Lumos asked me in a slightly trembling voice, whether she realized that the name alone was an unusual magic.
âWhat kind of magic is that? What are you going to do with it?â
âWell.â
At those words, I muttered vaguely.
Klein disease and Tesseract are just research subjects for me. How far the mysterious power of Mana can be applied and how far it can be expanded.
A study to find out whether it can interfere with space-time, which is four-dimensional beyond the present, which is three-dimensional.
The super cube research was made in order to search for an answer to that question, and through Kleinâs disease, the answer to my question was decided to be yes.
So what am I going to do with this figured out answer now?
The answer was already in my mind. However, I canât tell the student in front of me honestly.
âA quest for the unknown.â
This is all I can do now.
ââ¦â¦Donât tell me if you donât want to.â
Flora replied in a slightly sulky tone, as she realized my intention.
âAnyway, Iâve got what I need to get, so Iâll go now. Have a good day.â
âYes.â
âAh, but that kid named Rene.â
Flora, who was about to leave immediately after holding the doorknob with her hand, asked me with her head slightly turned.
âDid you two know each other?â
âMe? Why do you think so?â
âItâs just, I think itâs something like that.â
âJust. Thatâs not the answer a wizard should give.â
ââ¦â¦So you know her, donât you?â
I am a new teacher who has just been appointed here. Thereâs no way Iâve known a freshman before entering this school. Was that a good enough answer?â
âThatâs right. Oh, and lastly.â
Seeing that itâs the last one, I think this is the main point.
âWhat else are you curious about?â
âTeacher, donât you feel sick?â
âSick? What do you mean?â
âYouâre really okay, right?â
âI donât know what youâre talking about.â
I didnât really know why, but Flora still kept her suspicious gaze on me.
ââ¦â¦â¦I asked you something I shouldnât have asked. Pretend you didnât hear it.â
Flora shook her head as if she had asked something useless. Her hair fluttered softly as she left the teacherâs office immediately.
Why do you ask me if Iâm not feeling well? Are you going to bring me some healthy food?
âI donât know why you asked me that.â
When I checked the clock on one wall of my office, I thought it was a mistake.
âOh, my. The time is alreadyâ¦â
Flora Lumos suddenly came to visit, and a lot of time was wasted unintentionally.
I hurried a little and left the office since it was time to go to Durman Kingdom.
* * *
âItâs been a long time since Iâve been in this country.â
Rudger, who finally arrived at his destination on a long train, muttered as he looked at the scenery in front of him.
Itâs been five years since the Bloody Night? At that time, it was actually the first time he had come to such a remote village as he was working in a city called Gévaudan.
âOh, my.â
Hans sighed deeply.
âWhy did I have to come too?â
âBecause youâre the right person.â
âSay what?â
âWasnât it your job to collect information?â
When Rudger asked, Hans grumbled, âThatâs true.â
Hans was confident in his network since It wasnât just limited to one city, but it had its influence on all kinds of countries but even so not here.
âIs there anything to get here?â
Hans looked disapprovingly at the once most beautiful village, where only debris remained. Roteng, which was burned down by the Great Fire, could no longer be called a village.
The tanned marks were all erased after a long time, but on the contrary, they were full of dense plants that were not burned by humans. Vines and mosses that cover up some of the remaining remains with the endless sound of grass bugs among them.
It was like looking at an old historical site so Hans didnât think he could get anything out of a place like this.
âBut isnât it still there?â
âWhat do you mean?â
âSurvivor.â
It is said that all the villagers were killed in the Roteng fire, but there are actually three survivors and one of the three still lived around here.
âIf you knew, you couldâve just come alone.â
âIsnât it lonely to come by myself?â
âAre you saying it from the bottom of your heart?â
âMove.â
ââ¦â¦Phew, letâs do it.â
Rudger and Hans walked through a thick grass road that grew to their waist. The footpath to the Roteng village was abandoned for a long time and blocked by all kinds of plants.
Rudger stretched out his hand lightly, as the wind blew and cleared the road. They combed through the ruins of Roteng Village but all they could see was the densely grown grass, and the survivor was not seen.
âBrother, didnât you throw the survivor out somewhere else? I canât find it no matter how much I look for it.â
âNo. I donât think so.â
âWhy are you so sure?â
âLook over there.â
Rudger raised his hand and pointed to one side. A shabby hut was seen outside the ruins. The size was so small that it seemed safe to call it a warehouse and unlike other ruins full of vines, that house was the only one clean.
âHe must be living there.â
âHuh? Thatâs weird. Why didnât I see it?â
âHe hid it so that no one would come to him carelessly.â
âWhat does that mean?â
Hans, who was wondering, saw Rudger walking first and hurriedly chased after him. When Rudger arrived in front of the cabin, he tapped lightly on the door but there was no answer.
When he grabbed the rusty handle and pushed the door carefully, it opened easily.
âDidnât he lock it?â
When he opened the door wide, a strange smell like an oil painting came from inside. Rudger, who has been active in various statuses, also had his own knowledge of art. He noticed that this smell was the smell of pigment used to paint oil paintings.
The interior of the narrow cabin was filled with sunlight flowing through the window opening on one side. He could see the dust fluttering because of poor ventilation.
Rudger saw paintings that filled the walls and floors. They were all landscapes painted in oil.
âWhy are there so many paintings?â
Hans looked around the inside and since he had little time to step, he looked a little tired.
âI guess thereâs no one hereâ
âI see.â
Rudger closed the door again. It was confirmed that a person was living here, but it seemed that he was away now.
As he was thinking about whether to wait until the owner came or to go where he went, Rudger raised his head slightly and looked in the distance.
âBrother, whatâs up?â
âItâs over there.â
âHuh? No, wait a minute! Letâs go together!â
A faint reverberation of mana in the direction Rudger was walking slowly. The magic flowing in the wind wasnât that far away, just in a hilltop adjacent to the back of the village
On a high hill overlooking the now-defunct village, a man was sitting still and drawing something.
âBrother, donât tell me heâsâ¦â¦?â
âIt looks like we came to the right place.â
It was one of the survivors of the Roteng Great Fire.
Rudger moved the steps that had stopped again. As the distance approached, he was able to see the man properly.
A weak-looking man in his 30s was wearing shabby clothes with paint everywhere but the most eye-catching thing was the black eye patch hanging around his eyes.
âWas he blind? But all the cottage paintings had colorful colors and beautiful figures.â
Even though he approached to check, the man did not look at him once. There was not even a tiny response. It was not acting because he was a really blind man.
Rudger climbed the meadow hill as if the wind was coming down and stood close to the man.
Perhaps hearing the sound of stepping on the grass, the man who was painting stopped brushing.
âI have a visitor. What brings you here?â
âIâm sorry if I interrupted your drawing.â
At the words, the man smiled faintly and shook his head.
âNo, I was almost done anyway.â
At the words, Rudger glanced sideways at the painting. Surprisingly, the canvas contained the ruins spread out at a glance at the bottom of the hill.
âCan you see everything?â
âNo, I just feel them. The smell of flying in the wind, the sound of insects and the natural energy that touches the skin. Even if I canât see, I naturally realized it after living for a long time.â
The man said so, slowly organizing the painting tools while Rudger waited calmly by the side.
âThank you for waiting. Iâd like to treat you to a cup of tea.⦠Itâs going to be hard because my house is so messy.â
âItâs all right.â
Rudger shook his head and found a suitable place to sit. But there was no room to sit around except for the right-sized rock on which the artist was sitting so Rudger stamped his foot lightly, then the ground sprang up, creating a place to sit.
ââ¦â¦Did you use magic?â
The artist looked a little surprised as if he felt Rudger using magic.
Rudger smirked at the response.
âIsnât that normal, too?â
âWhat does that mean?
Only Hans, who was eavesdropping, did not understand.
âThat artist is also a wizard.â
ââ¦â¦Youâve noticed. Thatâs right. Iâm also a wizard.â
Rudger was able to follow the traces of painting here in the first place because he was using magic when painting. Hansâ failure to find his house was the same reason because he hid the house through magic.
âI didnât know that one of the few survivors of the Roteng Great Fire was a wizard.â
âI canât brag about being a wizard. Itâs just something I learned a little over my shoulder.â
âKnowing how to use your magic in drawing itâs not something that can be learned normally.â
âItâs a skill that I naturally realized after painting for a long time. So, may I ask why a great man like you came here?â
âDo you know about me?â
The painter shook his head at Rudgerâs question.
âNo, I donât know who you are.â
âBut why did you call me an amazing person?â
âEven if you canât see it, or because I canât see it, thereâs something that feels more certain.â
He stared at Rudger with his black eye patch.
âThe energy felt by the wind, the strange power that you have and what nature is telling me. You are the hero who solved the terrible things that happened in this country a long time ago.â
âI didnât know you even had spirituality.â
âI can only hear a little fragmentary voice, let alone make a contract with the spirits. Itâs not something grand.â
âItâs the same for me. Iâm not great enough to be called a hero.â
The artist went straight to the point.
âSo what brings you here?â
âRoteng Great Fire.â
The man shuddered at Rudgerâs direct words.
âI heard there were survivors.â
âYes, I am the survivor.â
âThree in total, including you.â
ââ¦â¦.â
You knew that, too. The face of the artist with the eye patch said so.
âDid you come here because you wanted to know that?â
âWho are the other two survivors?â
The sun began to set and the world turned scarlet as the sunset burned over the ridge. The wind blew in from the west and the chill of the night was felt. The shadows of the two people sitting facing each other stretched.
âI want you to tell me.â