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“What is this supposed to mean? When was this book written?”
“Estimated to be over 500 years ago. The exact date is unknown. Most likely, it’s thanks to the blessing of the God of Wisdom.”
“…I see. So the influence of Babel was mistaken for the book’s deterioration.”

Just as it had protected this basement from the fire, followers of Metis were capable of casting magic that safeguarded intellectual property.

Someone in the distant past must have placed a protective spell on this book, and that spell had been continuously renewed over the centuries up to the present day.

If the magic had lapsed even for an instant, the book would have been affected by Babel. It was nothing short of a miracle that it had survived intact.

“What about deciphering the contents?”
“Regrettably, over 80% remains unreadable. Multiple languages are used, and the text appears to be intricately encrypted.”
“Oh! In that case, couldn’t we just dispel the magic and let Babel make it easier to read?”
“Momo, imagine we translated all those intricately entangled languages into your native tongue. Do you really think you could then unravel the hidden code within those letters?”
“…I guess it would be… hard?”

Momo tilted her head, though she seemed to be more or less convinced. Still, it wasn’t a bad idea.

But if the problem could be solved that easily, the followers of the God of Wisdom would have uncovered the answer long ago.

“As you might expect, this here is a manuscript where we carefully transcribed the contents. The result speaks for itself—go ahead and take a look.”
“Ah, thank you very much. Let’s see… ‘くぁｗせｄｒｆｔｇｙふじこ’… Yeah, this is unreadable!”

The copied manuscript, which faithfully reproduced the original script even down to the stroke patterns by interpreting the letters as shapes, looked like a jumbled mess with no discernible structure.

“Unless one comprehends the meaning, form, sequence, and other subtleties embedded in the original script, it’s impossible to understand. Simply converting it into ‘readable text’ won’t crack the code.”
“This is a real pain. So where exactly did this book come from?”
“It’s been passed down through generations at the Church of Metis here in town. I inherited it from my predecessor, so I don’t know much beyond that.”
“I see… And this book is somehow connected to that War girl’s group?”
“There was something intriguing among the deciphered portion—namely, a mention of the ‘Seven Calamities.’”

Runira casually opened the original book and stopped around the middle.

As always, the page was filled with indecipherable script, but beneath it was an illustration that could be understood even without Babel.

It was a simple drawing composed of clean lines—seven figures that appeared to be young girls. Each one was rendered in a different color, and they all reached their hands toward a light shining down from above.

“We’ve managed to decipher that the blue-haired girl is named War, the yellow one is Ragna, and the red one is Theo.”
“We’ve actually encountered War and Ragna. I don’t know anyone named Theo, though…”
“Wow, this is kind of like an Egyptian wall painting! Doesn’t this white-haired girl kind of look like you, Master?”
“With a drawing this simplified, anyone with long hair could look like her. Also, this black-haired girl’s name seems to be ‘Noah’.”
“…! Lady Laika, can you read it?”
“Barely.”

The text at the top of the page was encrypted and unreadable, but the illustration was another matter.

Apparently, the author hadn’t been meticulous enough to encrypt everything—beneath each girl was a short caption plainly indicating their names.

Among them, the name of the black-haired girl was written in familiar script I knew from a thousand years ago, allowing it to be read without issue.

“Noah… Noah, huh…! Ahh, I see… Even just a few characters are enough to start identifying patterns—we can use that to advance the decryption!”
“Before that, tell me—what exactly is written in this book? Sure, we met some strange girls, but that only happened yesterday.”

Runira looked ready to get lost in his own world again, so I interrupted him and voiced the question that had been weighing on my mind.

Even if the names War and Ragna matched, this book dated back over 500 years. Unless they were exceptions like me, they should have long since passed away.

“At the very least, two of the seven names match. Don’t you think that’s a bit too convenient to call coincidence, Lady Laika?”
“If it’s not a coincidence, then what is it supposed to be?”
“I don’t know. As a follower of the God of Wisdom, I want to find that answer. But one thing is clear—what’s written in this book does not bode well for humanity. It speaks of some kind of calamity.”
“…The Seven Calamities.”
“Exactly. As the one who inherited this book, I believe it is my duty to decipher what it contains. So please—tell me what you know.”
“H-Hey, Runira…”

Brushing aside the Guildmaster’s restraining hand, Runira lowered himself to the floor, placing both hands on the ground and bowing his head.

It was a gesture that had made its way into this world from another—a form of utmost respect, now firmly rooted in local custom.

“Tell me about these girls. Anything you’ve seen or heard—what they talked about, what abilities they used, their colors, scents, voices, mannerisms—anything that might serve as a clue. And Lady Laika… about you as well.”
“……”
“Why can you read the script in this book? Forgive me for saying so, but for someone your age, you display a degree of intellect that seems… out of place.”

Runira slowly raised his bowed head.

His gaze wasn’t driven by curiosity—it was tinged with suspicion.

“So please. Tell me… just who exactly are you?”

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