London, United Kingdom.

In a deep, dimly lit abandoned street, there is a dilapidated telephone booth.

In the hidden basement of the telephone booth, there is a phone booth called the MinistryofMagic (M.O.M.) The place was responsible for dealing with the conflict between a large number of British magicians and the table world with a minister and eight subordinate departments.

Of course, before this abbreviation, which appeared only before 1692, it had a name.

Department of Law and Politics (XIII) of the Clock Tower.

All young aspirants of politicians are throwing themselves into this department.

It was the only one in the clock tower, and it was not directly related to the mystery. Using the magic and power of the clock tower to intervene in the real society, or adjusting the balance within the clock tower, is a vulgar but indispensable group.

To put it simply, it is the largest embodiment of factional disputes in the Clock Tower, and even riots with the Ministry of Magic (Department of Law and Politics) as the source have occurred many times, and each time a large number of magician families have fallen, and a large number of families have appeared.

"We? We're just the ones who shuffle the cards, and as long as the table isn't overturned by the cards at the end, that's fine. This year's Minister of Magic (Head of the Department of Law and Politics) Kingsley Shackel said to his subordinates.

At the very bottom of this buried administration is the most secrecy even in the Chronometer Tower, where the circular room known as the Department of Mysteries is located, where even the staff members are forbidden to speak about their work.

And behind a certain gate in the circular hall, there is a place called [Toki-no-Sasama].

There, a young girl slowly opened her eyes.

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In the endless sea of books, all the history since the Western calendar is hidden, and the time that has been classified into words is hidden in the deepest part of the clock tower, and the bound scrolls are arranged horizontally in the order of "time" such as papyrus, parchment, and paper, and vertically in the order of "space" of each longitude and latitude.

In the middle of this library-like place, there is a circular blank space, and there is a wooden round table that looks like a long history, although it has all kinds of mottled marks, and even a lot of damage, but it does not detract from its noble temperament and exquisite workmanship.

On this round table, there was a mountain of parchment rolls, and behind the crumbling mountain, a petite girl was lying on the table, her head constantly rubbing against the file.

"M~"

A suspicious voice came from the mouth of the girl who appeared to be asleep.

"M~"

As if it had been itched a little by the parchment, the girl moved her neck and changed to a more comfortable position.

"M~"

Although it was already May, it was still relatively cold underground, and the girl shrunk her shoulders and buried her body deeper into the parchment dossier.

Then, as you have guessed, the dossier, which had been crumbling, collapsed.

"M~!" The pain of being hit in the head by a blunt object suddenly woke the girl up, and subconsciously, she reached out to protect her head, but she had already buried her hands deep at the bottom of the sheepskin scroll mountain before, and pulled out her hand like this, so that the fallen "mountain" fell more quickly, and countless files fell like a storm.

In an instant, she was hit by countless parchments, and under the irresistible "natural disaster", the girl's body seemed so weak and delicate, and she could only wave her arms helplessly when she was awakened, trying to save herself from the pouring of the parchment rolls.

A white hand reached out from behind the girl, silently grabbed the girl's neck, and with a little force, brought the girl out.

"Alaala, Sylvia, you're still so cute."

Suddenly appearing in this room, a woman in a gorgeous kimono with furrowed sleeves stretched out her hand to hide her face, and her eyes seemed to be oozing water.

"It's, it's so cute."

A strange woman named Ryori Kano said.

She had long, well-groomed black hair that reached her ankles. And the icing on the cake of her figure is the costume that is not inferior to the long hair and her beauty, with strange long sleeves depicting bright flowers.

It's a beauty from the Far East, whose painting style doesn't match this dark room.

"I want to" one hand on her crimson cheek, the woman with glasses stuck out her tongue like a snake: "Give Sylvia to you ......"

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Always hiding his gaze under thick-soled glasses, the hairstyle combed into a bob head is difficult to attract the attention of others, although he has a delicate body, but he hides this beautiful miserly picture of God under the thick coat.

When he walked, he habitually walked behind others, burying his head in his shoulders, burying his face deep in his collar, and staring at others with green eyes like the freshly thawed Lake Sayyur from behind his thick-soled glasses.

Despite her beautiful eyes, Miss Sylvia Bjonsen is a person who has no sense of presence.

But no one thought that Sylvia, who was always taciturn and had no sense of existence, was a very cute girl.

"Kano! Why did you break in again! ”

While looking at the files scattered everywhere on the floor and crying without tears, while accusing her friend of breaking in again, Sylvia could only use loud accusations to divert her long-standing grievances.

"It's clearly stipulated in the Department of Mysteries! Don't mess around with each other! Also, I've already turned on the defense at the gate, and I also attached a unique magic trick to the lock, why can you still break in! ”

After a meaningless accusation, the girl with no sense of existence looked at these dropped files, and remembered that it was Kano Lingli who pulled herself out just now, so she was a little embarrassed and pinched her mouth.

"And just now, thanks."

"Hmm~!! No, it's so cute! ”

But what the girl didn't expect was that she just blushed and thanked her, and Huaye seemed to have been poked by something, and one flew up to hug herself, and kept rubbing her cheeks.

"It's so cute, it's so cute, Sylvia kawaii~!"

The girl resisted powerlessly, but with her strength, it seemed that she could not resist the woman's aggression: "Hey, don't rub it, it's so itchy, etc.................. Don't don't."

The girl's scream resounded throughout the ground, but it was blocked by the gate of the [Narrow Space] and could not be transmitted.

Rubbing his cheeks against his cheeks for a while, Ryori Kano, who seemed to have received some kind of satisfaction, got off Sylvia, and said with a crimson cheek, "Well, Sylvia, I'll help you clean it up." ”

"Don't, go away! Bastard! ”

Holding her shoulders, Sylvia who seems to be being セクハラ (not as if) has tears in her eyes.

"Think of it as the reward you just paid."

"Am I a commodity?"

Sylvia protested loudly.

However, this makes no sense.

So, in the end, Ryori Kano still sorted out the fallen dossier with Sylvia.

"What are these old things?"

Spread it out and glanced at it, but found that the language on it was not any of the ones he knew, and Ryori Kano was a little surprised, although she didn't know the language, but such a long-term historical record, it should be recorded in the commonly used language.

"This is Bionsen, our family's unique language."

Sylvia said very calmly.

"This language is cursed that up to 20 people in the world can know its meaning, and there are only a limited number of places."

"No wonder, you didn't resist me coming to touch these things."

No matter how good the relationship is, these are all changed to remain "silent". Ryori Kano thought so.

Then she saw a photograph interspersed with a piece of parchment from the fifteenth century.

"Hey, isn't this guy the little guy from the Helsings?"

"Ah, that thing that can't move!"

Hearing her friend's question, she casually raised her head, only to find that she was holding a photo that was important to her, so Sylvia did not hesitate to drop the file she had just sorted out and grabbed the photo with a flutter.

"Huh? Sylvia, are you hiding something from me? ”

Squinting his eyes and revealing a malicious smile, Ryori Kano approached the girl who hid her body in the corner step by step.

"No, absolutely nothing."

"Not really, so don't stare at me like that."

"Really, really no, you bully people."

Looking at the girl running out of tears, the rare woman who was called the "poisonous snake" inside the clock tower showed a puzzled expression.

"How did Sylvia know Lynn? Helsin. Yug Domirenia? ”

"Theoretically, the only time they met was the last time they dealt with the [Shadow of Nothingness] in Japan, and when they retold the [real history]."

And the girl who pushed open the door of [Time Narrow] and ran outside, rushed all the way to the elevator at the edge of the Mystery Division, and then felt at ease.

Spread out the white palm, a photo that was obviously taken secretly unfolded, hesitated, the girl looked left and right, and found that there was no one, so she boldly pulled out her magic dress and lightly tapped on it.

Not all magic dresses are slender wands made of spirit wood and magical materials like Lynn, and most magicians' magic dresses are shapes that are easy to place around and easy to hold in your hand.

Most of those who use [Slender Wand] as an auxiliary magic costume are from the Inheritance (VI.) lineage.

Of course, there are people who use handmade cigars to make disposable magic dresses.

Sylvia's Auxiliary Magic Costume is a long, slender white quill from the longest feather on the swan's body, which is hardened with Mithril and implanted in the inner core.

In the original photo, it was Lynn's side face, which seemed to have been taken from a long distance, so the identity could only be judged by the bandages wrapped around his body and the windbreaker (venom) waving his tentacles.

(Well, if you think about it, it seems like I've never looked at Helsin's past.) ）

With the tap of the quill, the photo ripples like water waves, and the already vague portrait is reduced to fragments.

(So, now, let's go check it out.) ）

Sylvia closed her eyes.

Then, open your eyes.

"Let's_start, history"

The incantation that implied oneself was recited, and the magic circuits that had been sleeping inside the body began to open and turn.

A large amount of essence was transformed into magical power, attracting the power of the Great Source and pouring into the girl's petite body.

Then, something changed, and at this moment, the girl turned into a magical part, like a gear in a gear set.

The inner hope is transformed into reality by the power of magic, and it works with the magic foundation buried in the depths of the earth.

Then the girl opened her eyes.

The props of the masterpiece [Demon Eye Kill] were lightly removed by the girl, revealing emerald pupils.

The eyes that originally looked like the Lake Sayul that had just thawed, were now flowing with the colors of time, and the elements of countless masterpieces [History] flowed out from the deepest part of the pupils, which were the highest magic eyes of the famous [Ould's Pupil].

Legend has it that the World Tree "Yggdrasil" has three thick roots, one of which reaches into Asgard, and under the root is the WellofUrd, where the gods gather every day to discuss it. In addition, there are the three goddesses of Noren, that is, the goddesses who are in charge of fate.

Ould is also the eldest daughter of the three goddesses of Nolun, whose name means "past", and is also called the goddess of death (Dísof of Death).

The effect of this magic eye is very simple, it is the highest level of past tense, and with the effect of the relevant "road sign", she can "travel" to any past. Although it is not possible to interfere with it, it is possible to make the most accurate observations.

[The Chronicler of History], [A Third of the Akaxia Records], in the upper echelons, those monarchs always called Miss Sylvia Bjonsen.

"Let's_start, history"

Consciousness is stripped from the body, abstracted into indescribable things, under the magic of the "imaginary number" attribute, the interval between time and space is blurred, ending with the characters marked by the "road mark", and the starlight in the [Ould's Pupil] rotates with the will of the master.

The gears of the world rotate in reverse with the gears of the individual, and countless abstract and vague phantoms flash beside the girl, which are the traces left by her countless "travel through history".

Then, the world changed.

"Whew, have you arrived?"

first habitually shrank her head, and then she noticed that she was in the "past", and the things at this "point in time" were two untouchable poles with her, and the boundaries were completely different.

And her gaze was completely seized by the figure in front of her.

"Helsing-sama"

Looking at the young, about 9 or 10 years old Lynn, the girl made such a voice.

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PS: We're Ningjun, there have been a lot of real things lately, and I have to write several club plans recently, and I may not be able to update them on time

PS2: This volume, Volume 0, is about the past, and by the way, fill in some holes - or explain something, so most of it is original story...... Ah, that's a hassle to say QAQ

PS3: 2015 10.6, well, the above plot has been modified...... It seems that Lily's shame is too great......