episode_0140

Although there were some unpleasant moments in the process, the Deltans were able to arrive at the Holy Land safely.

“Is this a holy place?”

“uh.”

“It looks very unique.”

It was just as Agnes said.

As a Delta person, this is the first sacred place I visit after this game became a reality.

It is inevitable that you will be impressed by the sight of the sacred site, which is subtly different from what you see in dot graphics.

Deltan thought as he passed it over.

‘I don’t feel anything special.’

Even with divine power, it was impossible to avoid the eyes of the Deltans.

Delta people had given their bodies various characteristics so that if there was something special, it could be immediately confirmed through the interface.

‘Isn’t opening up completely over?’

That might be true.

Or, there may be something new that comes to light as the ritual progresses.

Deltan glanced at Agnes.

She was just amazed by the appearance of the sacred place.

“… Let’s go in first.”

“Ah, yes.”

“Cargo.”

When Deltan called, Cargo walked over with his legs shaking.

My cheeks were a little saggy, and it seemed like they had been squeezed quite a bit.

Deltan felt human guilt over his own actions of throwing Kaltara at him.

Of course, I didn’t show it.

“Unseal the entrance.”

Currently, there is no one coming to meet the Delta Inn group.

It wasn’t that it actually wasn’t there, but it was because of the barrier that was basically hanging over the holy place.

“Now, wait a moment… .”

Kargo knelt on the floor.

‘Ugh… ‘I made a sound and put my hands together and prayed.

Then, golden divinity began to fill up around him.

The barrier that disrupted visual information began to dissolve due to Cargo’s divine power.

Then, belatedly, the priests waiting at the entrance to the shrine came into Deltan’s sight.

“The treatment of customers is terrible.”

“Sorry. Because we have to prepare for barbarians.”

“They solved it, so don’t worry about it anymore.”

“… Yes?”

“I just know that.”

Deltan entered the shrine, stuffing his hands into his pockets.

The priest said as he tried to catch him.

“First, look around the inside. I got permission from the Pope.”

“Ah, yes… .”

“Deltain, won’t you take me?”

“Just hang out there for a little while.”

I plan to go to places I couldn’t enter in-game.

Deltan did not want her to be exposed to any threats.

“I’ll be back soon.”

The Deltans entered the Holy Land.

*

The interior of the sacred site was also basically in the form of a temple.

After clearing the interface, Deltan looked at the huge hall that first caught his eye, and the large door in front of it.

‘I went in through that door during the Pope’s succession ceremony.’

Among the routes opened when playing as a priest or paladin in-game, there was a route for the Pope to be crowned.

At that time, the player reaches this place, opens that door, and receives the oracle.

‘It would be correct to say that the ritual to awaken the divine blood also takes place there.’

Although the Pope didn’t seem to know much, the Deltans knew quite well about the secrets of this world.

This was especially true if it concerned forbidden places or forgotten magic.

The Holy Grail used in the Papal Succession Ceremony.

It was a ‘new item’ that didn’t even exist in this game.

If it was a ritual to awaken the divine blood, there would most likely be an event related to the Holy Grail.

‘I already know what’s over there. So it would be better to look the other way.’

Once again, what we need to find out here is about the ritual of divine blood and Lastoria itself.

I had to find her whereabouts.

Of course, it was necessary to find out where he lay and why he fell asleep, and if possible, it would be nice to find out how to intervene in the divine blood’s consciousness.

‘First of all, there are two passages visible.’

There were passages on the right and left sides of the hall, respectively.

Basically, it is a temple that resembles an East Asian temple.

The ceiling was high and the passageway was narrow, so there was a sense of crisis rising as to where and when a trap might fall.

Just-

Deltan activated his magic.

‘Right first.’

The Deltan, prepared with minimal defense, took a step forward.

As I entered the hallway on the right, I saw doors at regular intervals.

It would take quite some time to go through each one.

‘It’s bothering me.’

Deltan clicked his tongue and started looking around the room.

*

‘Was it a living area?’

This was a conclusion I came to after searching all the doors I could see as soon as I entered the hallway.

These rooms were all living spaces for priests.

This is not the priests who currently manage the shrine, but the living space of the priests who stayed here in the past.

There was one reason for that decision.

There were traces of age on all the objects and equipment in the room.

So much so that it immediately felt like it had been abandoned here for at least hundreds of years.

‘The old book… .’

I found a few things, but they weren’t very meaningful.

It’s mostly a diary.

It is also a diary filled with praise to God.

It wasn’t about her origins that the Deltans wanted.

The Deltans went deeper.

But there was still no harvest.

Without giving up, he turned and turned alleys and looked at the entire right hallway, but all he could tell was that the priests who lived in this temple had been pathologically managing the temple itself as if they were worshiping Lastoria.

‘… ‘Let’s go left.’

Deltan immediately returned to the hall and entered the left hallway.

And similarly, I looked at the room near the entrance.

Spaces mainly used for group living.

As he was looking through them all, an anxiety arose in Deltan that he might not be able to find anything, but fortunately the anxiety soon subsided.

‘It’s a library.’

It’s also a fairly large library with thousands of books neatly stacked.

Looking at the state of management, it was clear that this place was also untouched by human hands.

In other words, what we have here are books that are hundreds or thousands of years old.

‘You can find it here.’

It would be a great help in gathering information.

Deltan snapped his fingers.

What was used was identification magic.

When used on a living object, the target’s abilities can be quantified, and when used on a non-living object, it is a magic that can identify the book’s category.

Deltan’s eyes rolled quickly.

‘The organization is a mess.’

If it were a library, wouldn’t it be possible to classify books by category?

Deltan expressed his frustration at the books scattered all over the place.

At that moment, I was about to pick up a nearby book.

‘… arrangement?’

Terrible layout.

Thinking about it again, I’m a little surprised.

‘Those bastards who work so hard to maintain the temple?’

The state of management of the temple that I have seen so far cannot be explained other than that it is pathological.

Isn’t that right?

As Delta people know, this sacred site has been closed for at least hundreds of years.

However, all the items here were neatly organized so that they could be used with just a little cleaning.

But why is the layout of this library so messed up?

‘… no.’

It wasn’t a mess.

It would be a much more plausible guess to think that this arrangement itself had some intention.

Deltan stepped back toward the entrance and looked around the entire library.

What I was picturing in my head was a map of the temple I had visited so far.

Overwhelming spatial perception ability.

The ability that had been Delta’s ally since he was still on Earth eventually revealed the secrets of space.

“Ha.”

Deltan let out a laugh.

‘There is a hidden room.’

More accurately, it should be said to be a passage leading to a hidden room.

If you imagine the entire right hallway, the central ceremonial room, the hall, and this entire left hallway, this space should have been pushed out a little more than it is now, that is, the left wall should have been pushed out about 3 meters further.

‘It’s a puzzle.’

The puzzle-type hidden piece was a not-so-rare gimmick in [Eblore].

Deltans had two options.

Solving the puzzle like this and breaking any rule that encompasses this space itself.

However, Delta Inn chose the first method.

‘There is intention.’

Even Palantir, who had been imprisoned thousands of years ago, had something prepared for him.

The assumption that the same thing would happen to Lastoria, who was the same as him, was something that Deltans naturally had to think about.

‘What is it?’

It may be that the priests were told to create a secret room in the form of a will or prophecy.

Alternatively, it could be that he was just saying to arrange the room like this while hiding the intention itself.

‘Otherwise, the priests here could all be puppets of Lastoria.’

Whatever it was, it wasn’t important.

Just-

If it is a puzzle-type gimmick, there must be a central point that penetrates the entire space.

The Master Key is a magic that destroys the mystery of space.

In other words, there is no better magic to understand the basis of the mystery that encompasses this space.

Deltan’s golden eyes burned.

The rules of space were revealed in the form of incontinence on his retina.

‘Cognitive distortion, self-replication, mana concealment.’

There are three things that need to be done right now.

Only then did Deltan realize why he did not immediately feel the sense of disconnect in this space.

The mystery of space itself had been concealed.

After all, the main deity of the continent is somehow different.

‘As long as you get caught, there’s no problem.’

Deltan’s golden eyes scanned the space once again.

Then, a vertex where all the incontinences overlapped was captured on his retina.

‘There it is.’

Deltan immediately confirmed the location.

‘Bible. It’s also an ancient Bible.’

In that case, the keyword of this space would be the Bible.

Isn’t this a form of finding Bibles among the messy books and organizing them on this bookshelf?

It was a pretty reasonable guess, and a challenge worth trying.

‘This is why the self-replication spell was activated.’

The Bible I glanced through here is well over 300 volumes.

There are at most about 50 books on this bookshelf.

So, 250 out of 300 are fake Bibles created through self-replication.

‘Classification… .’

It’s not difficult.

Deltan smiled crookedly and snapped his fingers.

Damn it-

Hundreds of books in the library had cracks.

All of those things were the Bible.

‘The fakes are gone.’

Clink!

Fake Bibles have been broken.

Deltan snapped his fingers again.

The surviving Bibles floated in the air and headed toward the Deltans.

And the books on the bookshelf fell down.

Deltan looked at the titles of the Bibles and placed them on the bookshelf in order of name.

There was no reaction.

‘Then in chronological order.’

I put it back on the bookshelf.

Now there is a response.

Kugugugugung—!

The bookshelf containing the Bibles vibrated.

Eventually, it was pushed aside with a loud noise.

A secret space, the stairs leading to the basement, was revealed.

“It’s easy.”

Deltan went straight down the stairs.