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[Silver Ash] - Become The Strongest In Another World
CHAPTER 297: The Quill of Mazour Report
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It was a simple room, measuring 3 × 3 meters, with good lighting and air circulation. Or at least that's how it should be.
However, the pile of books and shelves, which not only filled the shelves and tables, but almost the entire floor had made this room feel so narrow and stifling.
The bed of one person who should be neatly arranged, now can hardly be slept because of the pile of books scattered there. In fact, a typewriter and ink bottle was not clear where the position.
Living in such a stifling room, a famous writer and journalist, Fuu Kafhka was lying on the floor, making the unused sheets of paper a mat and a blanket that covered his face.
having just finished the script he had been working on all night, Kafhka's already-powerless body finally gave up, let fatigue take over, and put him to sleep despite being in an unworthy place.
Welton Daily recently gave him so much of a workload, that it felt like he wanted to resign. Money is the only reason why he still survives in this company that enslaves his employees.
Tiredness had filled his body, so he could not even move an inch. However, as the sound of knocking resounded from below, precisely from the entrance, he immediately woke up.
He memorized the rhythm of everyone's knocking, and the knock of this coming door, he had never heard of it. That is, the perpetrator waiting behind the door is a new person who may not have been familiar with Kafhka.
Trying to fight his tiredness and laziness, Kafhka peered through the window slit, and was immediately excited when he caught a glimpse of the figure waiting outside.
The person he had not known for a long time, someone who looked vile, yet was actually quite friendly and friendly to people who were not hostile to him.
"Ahh, finally! "
As if tiredness had been lifted from his body, Kafhka immediately stood up, and ran down the stairs towards the door where Grei Noctis was waiting.
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Noelle, who is waiting for the door to open, realizes what really happened to Kafhka.
At first he was astonished because Kafhka's presence was so hollow as if he was dead, but after checking in with《Clairvoyance》, Noelle's worries disappeared.
Noelle did not knock anymore, and the door immediately opened, showing a young woman in messy clothes and hair, accompanied by thin-framed glasses that complemented her sleepy face.
"Welcome, I've been waiting for you." Kafhka immediately smiled at Noelle and opened the door wide for Noelle to enter.
However, his attention was instantly distracted as if he had just noticed the presence of a girl standing beside Noelle.
"Can I bring another guest? "
(You should ask me first before bringing him here, Mr. Stone Face.)
Secretly railed, Kafhka then smiled at Tania.
"Of course he's allowed. Come in, I'll serve you tea."
Letting Grei and Tania in, Kafhka then closed the door, and hurriedly ran towards the kitchen, while Grei and her partner had been guided towards the living room.
This house is not large, but at least enough for all the interests of Kafhka's work that requires a lot of research and question and answer sessions with other parties. Therefore, although reluctant, Kafhka still takes care of the room used to welcome guests.
"Alright, I won't make small talk anymore. Let's start the interview."
After putting a tray with three porcelain cups on the table, Kafhka immediately opened the conversation with a notebook in his hand.
Noelle and Tania calmly drank their tea on the sofa, but unfortunately that calmness would not last long. All was destroyed shortly after Kafhka issued his first question.
"Well, so .. how many times have you had sex with a girl? "
Almost biting and smashing the edge of her teacup, Noelle tried to force a smile while keeping energy expenditure from destroying what she was holding. While Tania was beside him, just showing the same look, without change, as if she was not interested at all.
It's only just getting started, but Kafhka's been bombing it with difficult questions.
Even so, to maintain the image of Grei Noctis' character, Noelle tried to keep her expression as neutral as possible, and she glanced at Tania. Although Tania did not show any interest, Noelle still did not want to talk about this casually in the presence of a 'foreign' girl like Tania.
That's why, with a snap of a finger, Noelle put a barrier that muffled the sound from within on her and Kafhka. So, whatever or whatever Noelle answers, Tania won't be able to figure it out because she can't hear.
Meanwhile, Tania who saw the silent conversation between Noelle and Kafhka was astonished. Since he could not feel magic well, he did not know that there was a barrier that dampened Noelle and Kafhka's conversation.
But of course, Tania was clearly aware of the peculiarity of the situation. That was why he was able to determine a suitable course of action to deal with it.
Tania took out the Zephiroth scythe in a miniature form, and threw it into a tray on which was Kafhka's tea cup. The scythe landed soundlessly on the tray, but the effects caused by its presence could be clearly felt by Noelle.
The magic he used to create the barrier had disappeared, and now all his conversations could be heard directly by Tania.
"The next question is, how regularly do you do it? "
Thus, Kafhka was completely unaware of the situation. She did not care whether Tania heard it or not, most importantly she got interesting materials for her articles.
Noelle resigned herself, letting Tania hear all the answers. That continues until the third question, which Kafhka calls the last question.
"What usually happens before you do that activity? "
Only three questions, but all of them contain elements that are not healthy for some people. Noelle answered only because she was in Grei Noctis mode. If not, then he would without a doubt leave immediately after the first question was issued.
Seeing Kafhka write down all his own answers and thoughts in the book made Noelle sigh in relief. He then glanced at Tania, who was just looking at him with curious eyes.
"Alright, thank you for your cooperation. It may not be much, but take it." Kafhka took out a small pouch that when opened would release dozens of sparkling white coins.
"I know you love to gamble, so use that for capital, and try to double it. Oh, I'm also grateful for all the criticism and advice you've given me for my novel."
Before the question-and-answer session began, Noelle had told Kafhka that she had read one of her novels, and she had also written various comments for one. Kafhka hasn't read all his comments, but accepting praise, criticism and advice is what builds a writer's ability.
Before Noelle actually left, Kafhka called her to come closer, then tried to whisper something to her.
"I don't know if you're aware of it or not, but this girl really has no experience. You can give him that experience if you want."
Undoubtedly, what Kafhka meant was Tania.
"Alright, spirit," Kafhka said with a smile before finally pushing Grei out, and closing the door to his own house.
(As if that would happen.)
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In his messy room, Kafhka put away the pile of papers strewn across the table, and began reviewing the results of the interview he got today.
Actually, he was a little annoyed at Grei for coming today. After all, the day after tomorrow was his deadline, and that meant he only had a day to complete the requested article.
Even so, he was not in a position that could be angry about it.
Swallowing her sense of regret, Kafhka began to make additional notes for each answer Grei gave in the interview.
He was not at all concerned with the daily life or 'night life' of a Grei Noctis. He just wants research data. However, seeing this all inevitably made Kafhka curious.
Grei looks like a man who has a lot of experience. His face did not look like a good person either. Instead, judging from wherever he looks like a playboy jerk.
However, in fact she only had experience with one person, and it was the unnamed girl throughout the interview session.
This was indeed unexpected for Kafhka, who initially suspected Grei as a bastard who had fucked many girls.
(Ahh, my eyes are heavy …. All right, I'll take care of you later. For now .. )
Kafhka only intended to rest for a while, but he involuntarily fell asleep while still at the table.
His head struck a notebook containing the research data he had collected, and several other papers were still scattered on his desk. Maybe, it was a mistake.
Without him noticing, the quill pen he used to write began to tremble, emitting a dim light for a moment, and drifted as if someone was lifting him up. But no one did that.
The feather pen floated up, stood on a blank sheet of paper, then started moving as if it were dancing.
The movement looks beautiful, and each movement of it produces a unique ink scratch on the paper—no, it is not at all unique. Clearly, the quill pen had written something down by itself, without being controlled by anyone.
"Text behavior is difficult to understand. Any mismatch making further conclusions cannot be made. Observation will continue until the subject is judged worthy of use."
The fur pen lifted, and switched to writing sentences in different paragraphs.
"Additional information found: subjects related to history? A time? The unrecorded world. It is incomprehensible, trying to find a more suitable way of approach. Result: not found. Find ways to take an indirect approach. Results: there are 4,962 possibilities. Perform calculations to find the most appropriate way to address the subject."
"The result: the subject has an attachment that is difficult to explain with 'anomalous properties' and 'universe will'. Power level: unknown. Defense level: unknown. Possibility: hero class or minor god. Results are still uncertain, may change over time."
"Use of power from the Quill of Mazour: possible. Number of uses: minimal. Prohibition: confound all anomalies. The probability of success: 37%. Follow-up actions will adjust the target response for each stage."
After writing a sentence that was too long to almost fill the paper, the quill pen finally went to the next paragraph, only with shorter sentences and more difficult to understand.
"Matching plans have been found. It's time."
Eventually, the quill stopped writing. 'He' floated towards the sleeping Kafhka, then fell down and landed right beside his head.
The paper that was already full of difficult-to-understand sentences was burned, charred without any residue, and without causing any damage to the surroundings.
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