Chapter 330 - Episode Thirty - Old Pen's Progress (2)
It was lunchti, and it was ti for a break in the production of the wooden dragon Quetzalcoatl.
I don’t think it’s necessary to have a lunch break, but I was boycotted once before, and a and Lark persuaded to sign a morandum stating that I must have an hour lunch break.
The mbers of the alchemist division have recently started to learn to cry to Lark, a and Altamir, which is annoying.
Not wanting to be discouraged, I carried the Ortem into their reunion during the lunch break and began to lecture them on magic, which resulted in the addition of a devilish reminder: “During the break, Commander Abel must not speak to any mber of the group without their permission”.
So, normally, I’m either crying to a, complaining, working in silence by myself, or having Altamir, who seems to be a bit of a pain in the ass, take care of , but from today, Penrath, aka Old Pen, is here.
I was excited to think that Penrath would be willing to discuss magic with .
Penrath is not in the hall at the mont, but I’m sure he’ll be back soon.
Peter had co to inspect the place just before noon, so I had asked him to hide sowhere else.
Lark would give in if I asked him to, but Peter is a troubleso opponent.
Although Peter owes a great debt of gratitude, as he tried to use and kill .
In addition, Peter’s only hope of contacting the Great God Kudor, probably the most powerful spirit in the world, would have to go through .
It’s a cunning thing to do, but Peter would never want to upset , so I’m confident I can push through even if he finds out …… Peter is a cunning guy.
In exchange for letting Penrath off the hook, he might impose so restrictions on in the na of monitoring important criminals, or he might be more direct and bring other challenges to .
I want to keep Penrath’s existence a secret from Peter as much as possible.
If Penrath were to co into my possession, I would have no choice but to do as Peter asked or ask Kudor to diate and find a compromise between us.
I don’t want to choose the option of defecting to the Riveras Kingdom, joining forces with Levi, and becoming thoroughly hostile to Peter.
Speaking of absence, a is also not here right now.
She’s usually around while I’m working, but today she was supposed to attend a cooking class held by Milsy, a housewife who prides herself on her cooking, and she left in the middle of the class to go there.
In the past, in the Palgas Village, where Nelgliffe’s disease riot, a had a cooking contest with Fleur, the daughter of the village chief Heil, and she may have been suffering from a severe defeat there.
It’s not that I’m bored, but I wonder if a can’t handle this kind of fervor.
Before I knew it, she was studying sothing she said she was not good at, or sothing she said she was interested in, but I couldn’t help but feel that she was becoming more and more poor in dexterity, since she seed to be doing whatever she could.
a is always by my side, so sotis when she’s not, I feel uncomfortable or rather, I feel murky.
Anyway, I wonder if a or Penrath will co back soon.
From what a had said, it seed like it would be a long day, so I might not see them until the evening.
With this in mind, I sat down on an Ortem at the edge of the plaza, where the wood carcasses were scattered, and bit into a ham sandwich.
As I finished eating and stretched out, I saw a running towards .
“Abel, thank you for your hard work!”
“Oh, a! You said you were going to learn how to cook, but are you done with that already?”
“I was actually supposed to be over there for lunch, eating Milsy’s cooking and talking with the others, but I thought Abel might be taking a break right now and I was fidgeting, Milsy took care of ……”
“You’re overreacting, I’ll see you in half a day, though.”
As I stood up, smiling, a small, elderly man ca sprinting past a, right at .
It was, of course, Penrath.
a couldn’t help but pause, her eyes flashing.
When Penrath ca right in front of , he stopped.
I took a half step back, my face too close to his.
Penrath took a step forward. I decided not to move.
“Abel-sama! I finally ca back! This Old Pen regrets that he could not be present at the great achievent of Abel-sama ……! Really, that goddamn annoying faggot!”
“I, I see, that was tough.”
“May this Old Pen have so of Abel-sama’s precious ti now! I would like to ask you to teach ! I’ve been examining what I should ask you to teach ! So, I thought that this is the only way to ask Abel-sama’s knowledge, which is wider than the ocean, deeper than the underground empire of the dwarves, and can be called the world record, and this old pen , struggling to squeeze his stupid and poor brain, ca up with the idea of ……!”
“Wait a minute! I’m sorry about that …… but can you do it later?”
This may be the first ti in my life, including my previous life, that I’ve been asked for so much knowledge.
I suppressed my desire to talk.
a had twisted her schedule to co and check on .
If I were to talk with Penrath, it would definitely put a in a situation where she couldn’t interfere from the side.
That would be too pitiful for a.
“Muu……”
Penrath’s eyeballs glare at a.
a flinched at Penrath’s ghastly eyes, but she grabbed my clothes and glared back at .
“a, a won’t lose to old Pen!”
a says, and Penrath grits his teeth.
What are these two competing for?
“Abel, how is the wood dragon manufacturing going ……?”
“Abel-sama! The first thing I want to ask you about is your interpretation of Gilleim’s virtual demon paradox!”
a, who was interrupted, looked annoyed.
“You don’t know when to give up! Abel has decided to talk to a!”
a puts her arm around my back and pulls slightly toward her back, then steps forward to protect from Penrath.
“Gilleim’s virtual demon paradox …… I never thought I’d hear that word co out of soone’s mouth.”
“Ah ……”
When I responded to Penrath’s words, a let out a breath that seed to disappear into the air.
It is said that Gilleim is a genius who almost single-handedly ca up with the basic concepts of modern magic thinking about five hundred years ago.
In addition to being an excellent sorcerer, he was also a scholar of religion and ethnic studies, and a philosopher.
It is said that Gilleim made a novel proposal about the afterlife and provided a mathematical proof for it, but unfortunately, he could not get anyone to agree because it was too advanced for anyone to understand, and he was beaten to death because his proposal was taken as contempt for God.
His life is shrouded in mystery, and not a single portrait of him has survived, leading so to speculate that he was actually a sorcerous organization consisting of several people.
Gilleim had conversations with high-ranking demons, pioneered the spirit language, and created many magical theories.
However, most of them are not understood by anyone, and only a very small portion of them have been accepted by the general public.
The virtual demon paradox is a way of thinking and understanding about magic proposed by Gilleim, but like many of the theories that Gilleim ca up with, it is also one of those that are not understood by anyone and are being forgotten as ti goes by.
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