Professor Lirienne’s class was over, and now it was break time. They had about an hour until the second class began, so there was no stalling it anymore; she had to get this done fast.
[You look nervous.]
Amy took a deep breath. “I’m not…”
[Your heart rate is elevated.]
“…I’m not nervous,” she muttered. “Just… strategically apprehensive.”
[Whatever that means.]
Amy sighed, then frowned. As much as she hated it, they were right; walking towards Building B felt torturous for every passing step.
Passing students going about their day while she knew she was about to enter a place where thirteen Class B students were going to die if she did nothing was simply surreal.
Amy hadn’t forgotten what kind of world this manga was set in, though she’d tried very hard to. It just couldn’t sink into her tiny brain that she was about to see a corpse for the first time in her life.
How would she feel? Would she puke? Would she be unable to control herself and break character? Or would it be one of those things that, once it happened, would make her wonder why she’d feared it so much in the first place?
It would be so easy to think of those people as background characters who had nothing to do with her. But after barely a week in this world, she was already sure that the people here were no different from the people back on Earth.
“I have to change all this; I can’t let them die,” she whispered, more to herself than to Libris. “I have to.”
[…do you truly?]
“…”
[Do you think you can save them…?]
Could she…? She would try, but deep down she knew it was quite impossible to save them all. Maybe if she were stronger. But with her current powers, it would be quite suicidal to try to save more than five…
[You shouldn’t obligate yourself to carry that burden, Amy.]
“You’re right…” she admitted, letting out a tired sigh. “I don’t know why I’m acting as if this is my responsibility…?”
Yeah, she would save people if she could, but she would definitely not put herself in potential mortal danger for it. After all, Amy wasn’t a hero; she was a teenager who feared death above all, and who was still somewhat scared of heights and dark places.
That was what she tried to tell herself, yet she still knew that the only one who could change this fate was her, and if these students died, it would be because she’d done nothing to stop it.
“Ugh, I hate this vibe…” She shook her head, trying to push away the negative thoughts. It had been a while since she’d spiraled this way.
In times like these, she’d usually go on social media and drop some nasty comments on somebody or write a paragraph on why a certain celebrity’s life was actually everyone’s problem. But now, she couldn’t really do that…
“Libris, can you tell one of your snarky jokes, please…?”
[That bad, huh.]
“Yeah.”
[Very well. Mmm… What do you get when you cross a magical sentient book with a very ugly prophet?]
“…”
[You get a “Grimoire-d of the Flies”—a book full of dark prophecies which nobody wants to read because it’s just too hard to look at!]
“…” How is that even a joke…?
[How weird, your stress levels just increased.]
“…If I burn you, how much pain would you feel…?”
[None. I can neither be burned nor broken.]
Amy shook her head and kept walking in silence for the rest of the way.
As building B came into view, she spotted Crow and his companions already waiting. Ash was leaning casually against a stone pillar, while Lyra stood with her arms crossed. Lain meanwhile remained slightly behind, her pale eyes following a couple of butterflies flying around.
Both Crow and Lain were the first to notice her when she approached, as their eyes fixed on her.
“You’re here,” Crow said with an expression suggesting he was a bit surprised.
What is there to be shocked about? Didn’t I say I was coming…?
Amy nodded silently as the shaking of her hand disappeared and a small smile took over her expression. Fake, of course. She’d always been good at this; hiding her discomfort had been a skill she’d developed back when she used to live with her father.
“So,” Lyra said with a tense face, “are we ready?”
Crow nodded, the golden key turning slowly between his fingers. “Amy, you said here was the first sign, right? What exactly are we looking for?”
Amy pondered how to keep her mysterious persona while telling them everything they needed to know.
“We enter and then search,” she said vaguely, adjusting the strap of her satchel. “The first sign should be inside here.”
And what a damn entrance it would make.
Ash exhaled through his nose. “We are gonna miss lunch break, aren’t we…?”
“We will if necessary,” Crow said, still toying with the key. “We will finish before Professor Drayke’s class, right?”
“Yes.”
This whole thing will finish quickly, at least.
The four of them entered building B. A few students paused to stare; class S kids didn’t show up in this part of the academy.
Amy scanned the corridors.
The first victim had already vanished but was still alive. A first-year blonde boy named Elias Varn. The problem was that the manga never said which classroom.
Great.
“We should spread out.”
Crow raised an eyebrow but nodded. “Alright. Pairs or alone?”
Amy considered for a moment. If they went alone, they could cover more ground, but they’d also be more vulnerable.
That being said, finding the first student wasn’t necessarily dangerous as long as the one who found them wasn’t weak, and despite their appearances, no one in the protagonist’s group was weak.
“Alone,” she decided. “It’ll be faster. If anyone finds anything strange, regroup back here in ten minutes. In particular, we are searching for a piece of paper.”
“Paper…?” Crow asked.
Ash groaned at her words. “Fantastic. We really aren’t eating today, are we? Combat class is going to be rough with an empty stomach…”
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Lyra rolled her eyes. “There is nothing to worry about. I’m sure that if we explain the situation to Professor Drayke, he will give us a pass…” She paused for a moment, thinking, and then a hint of fear appeared on her visage. “…right…?” she said, turning to Crow.
Crow shrugged with a nonchalant expression, and without wasting any time, he stepped down a branching hallway—
“Wait,” Amy said to Crow, stopping him midway. She reached into her satchel and pulled out Libris. “Take my book with you.”
[What…]
Crow looked puzzled, glancing between Amy and the book. Wariness was clearly visible in his eyes.
[Listen, I don’t know what you’re hoping for, but narrative protocol strictly prohibits direct interference with the plot progression. Even if you ask me to do anything, I can’t help you this time.]
Amy ignored the book completely, holding it out to Crow. “Take it. It might be useful.”
[Why…? I don’t get what you are planning. As I told you, I can’t—… Wait! Are you abandoning me?] Libris asked, a tone of absolute disbelief coloring its mental voice. [Wait, wait, wait. No way, tell me this isn’t happening! You wouldn’t do that to me, right?]
“…”
[After all we’ve been through!?]
Crow hesitated; his gaze was now locked on the book. He could probably sense that it was speaking constantly right now, though he could not hear its words.
After a few more seconds of thoughtful silence, he slowly nodded and accepted Libris, tucking the book carefully into his own bag.
[This is unprecedented, unacceptable, deranged!]
How dramatic, Amy thought, letting out an exasperated sigh at the book’s antics.
With the book now in his hands, Crow turned and walked down the hallway, leaving Amy standing with the others, her plan set in motion. Lyra stared between the two, confused for a moment, before reluctantly following another path, her form disappearing down the stairs. Ash, still annoyed, muttered something under his breath before taking the right path. And Amy turned toward the quieter wing of the building, where the classrooms stood empty during the break.
Meanwhile, Lain looked around, seemingly hesitant about where to go. Her eyes darted between all her companions and the building before they settled on Amy.
Amy tilted her head as the silver-haired girl approached her with her usual inexpressive face. They stared at each other for a while, neither seeming to say anything, Amy growing more confused at the girl’s behavior by the moment.
People walked past them, their glances growing more frequent as the two girls continued their staring contest. Amy could feel herself growing impatient and wondered if she should just speak first. But she’d already invested too much time into this. So she kept staring.
So… what is going on?
No one talked, no one moved; they just watched each other in silence. Amy’s hands began to tremble lightly as the thought ‘I don’t have time for this’ grew louder.
Ok, I lost.
“Is there anything you need, Lain?”
Lain blinked, slowly, her expression unchanged. Then, after a few more seconds of silence, she finally spoke, her voice barely above a whisper.
“…can I come with you…?”
Her tone carried no particular emotion. It really made one wonder how Crow had managed to realize in their first encounter that this woman was just timid. Protagonist perks, she supposed.
Amy didn’t know what she wanted, but having her there wouldn’t change much, so she just nodded without further question. Then she continued walking, Lain following closely behind.
They passed rows of classrooms with one or two students still inside. The further they went, the more desolate this place became, and also the more Amy felt it—a sense of wrongness creeping along her spine, a subtle urge in her brain telling her to turn back.
Fuck, I was hoping I wouldn’t be the one to find it… How unlucky can I be? I literally walked straight toward it…!
She turned left, toward a classroom she had no interest in, and which for some reason she didn’t want to enter. This was the spot. The place where Elias Varn was last seen.
Lain tilted her head as Amy entered the classroom, but did not comment.
Amy glanced around, searching for anything out of place. A cracked tile. A faint scent of iron.
Both were there.
And the feeling of being watched?
Not yet. The incarnation wasn’t awake, but his spell was probably listening.
Amy’s fingers twitched toward her satchel strap—except Libris wasn’t there.
Right. Gave it away. Brilliant, Amy.
“…something wrong…?” Lain asked.
Amy didn’t answer. She crouched and pressed on the edge of the cracked tile.
It moved.
There was something underneath.
She turned to Lain and signaled towards the tile. At this, Lain furrowed her brow before hesitantly kneeling beside Amy, her slender fingers pressing against the tile’s opposite side. Together, they lifted it, revealing a small, folded scrap of paper wedged into the hollow space below.
Hands slightly unsteady, she unfolded the note. It was written with blood.
“He is always listening.”
Seeing it in real life sure makes it way more creepy.
She remembered thinking how stupid this was. Classic horror film cliché. Now that she was living inside this horror story, though, it no longer felt funny.
“…What does it say?” Lain asked, peering over her shoulder.
Amy hesitated for only a moment before handing her the note. “Just scribbles,” she said at the same time she showed the paper to Lain and put a finger over her lips, signaling her not to say anything.
Lain tilted her head and then frowned as she read the letter, a rare expression on her face.
Luckily, she was quick to catch on. The spell was indeed listening. And if it realized that they knew, they’d have to fight to get out of here alive. Lain could probably manage, but Amy…
Lain studied the words for a few more seconds before turning to Amy. “…should we see how the others are doing…?”
Amy shook her head. “Not yet, let’s wait till the ten minutes we agreed on have passed before going back.”
Lain seemed to hesitate, probably unsure if she should listen or go and warn the others. But eventually, she agreed with a slow, erratic nod.
Libris had told Amy during Professor Lirienne’s class that she could probably use her powers now. Her mastery had increased to level 3, so in theory she shouldn’t be completely useless.
She felt the muscle within herself, without physical form. If she strained it, she could see at least a bit into the future.
She decided that she was going to yell ‘Blood Emperor’ after looking into the future. Then she closed her eyes and focused. In the manga, this was how Zayd had discovered the boy’s position. If only her memory was better…
Amy straightened the mostly dormant muscle. The world blurred. And then—
A splintered rush of images. In the room she was in, she saw herself yelling ‘Blood Emperor’ and instantly a horrific figure, its entire body covered in eyes, came out from behind the bookshelf. What followed was carnage, with her ripped in half while Lain barely managed to save herself by using her frost ability. Then Amy’s eyes slowly closed, and she felt her life slipping away before—
Pain. The vision collapsed.
Amy reeled back, hands clutching at her stomach.
That was MY body. That was me getting ripped in half.
“Amy?” Lain’s brows furrowed even more, her eyes squinting, and cold sweat started to form on her forehead. “… I see… Do you want to go outside and take a breather…?” Despite her timidness, her voice came out smoothly. When it mattered, Lain was always someone whom the protagonist could trust, so this wasn’t that surprising.
Amy turned her gaze toward Lain before pointing to the farthest end of the hallway. “No need, I just need a second.”
Lain followed her arm, her expression one of deep concern. “I see. But are you sure you’re alright…?”
“Yeah.” Amy forced herself to stand, shaking off the lingering sensation of the vision, and the tiredness that came from it. “No need to worry, it’s just stomach pain.”
The two of them silently approached the wooden bookshelf at the end of the hall. It was filled with dusty tomes which had seemingly been untouched for years. Amy pressed her hands against its edge, testing the weight.
Lain mirrored her, the two of them pushing in unison. They moved the shelf as slowly as possible so it would not make a sound, which was quite a colossal task.
After a lot of effort, they succeeded, revealing a figure situated behind.
An unconscious blonde boy was held in ropes with injuries all over his body, but somehow still alive by some kind of magic, holding in place his organs and the flow of the red liquid. Elias Varn.
Amy froze at the sight of blood all over the teenager, recalling the memory of her mother’s bloodied condition as her father stood above the woman, but she quickly composed herself. This wasn’t the time for stupid thoughts.
Instead, she examined the boy more closely. Thirteen crimson marks around him were smeared against the stone in uneven strokes.
Lain inhaled sharply but did not act rashly. She was experienced in this kind of situation. In fact, the protagonist’s whole party was experienced in violence. Amy was the only one who had to force her hands not to tremble.
“Say, Amy. Are you sure you’re alright…?” Lain muttered, her pale face draining even further of color. “Don’t you want to go to the infirmary?”
Oh, you don’t know how much I want to do that…
“No need, I think I’m getting better.” Her voice came out calm and composed, with not a single sign of agitation. “Either way, we should look for the others. The ten minutes are probably about to—”
[Not about to, they have already passed. Everyone is back outside, waiting.]
“—pass.” She finished without missing a beat, despite her surprise at hearing the book’s voice.
[Just so you know, I’m very hurt that you left me behind. Even kind of considered the silent treatment for a while…but in the end my hand was forced.]
“Very well,” Lain responded to Amy, unaware of the voice currently talking in Amy’s head.
[So anyways, I’m obligated to notify you of something that annoys me quite a bit, since it feels like you’re being rewarded despite your bad conduct, though you probably already know what it is.]
Amy felt a tingling sensation at her fingertips, just like the first time it had happened.
Finally, she thought, momentarily forgetting what situation she was in.
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