In this world, there is no definite law of cause and effect. But if you look wide enough, you will find its existence all the time.

"There is always an end to stories, and there will be a time when the source of inspiration will run out.

The storyteller was so anxious that he wanted to stop for a while—

'I'll talk about ...... next time'

'It's back! ’

Happy voices shouted in unison.

The story of Wonderland unfolds like this,

Paragraph after paragraph.

The wacky plot slowly emerged,

Until the end of the story.

So he turned the rudder and went home, and the ship was full of joy,

Under the sunset on the western slope.

Alice! Please accept this childish story,

With gentle hands,

Put it in the childhood dream and treasure it,

Tie the mysterious ribbon of memory,

Like a dried flower on a pilgrim's wreath,

Taken from far away. ”

Above the tall building, the woman sang softly. The ethereal singing weaves such words into rosary-like passages, slowly drifting away.

In the bright sunlight, there is a hint of gold. The woman hummed softly as she cast her gaze into the distance. Something must be happening in a place beyond the reach of ordinary people's eyes.

"Sure enough, can you see it?"

From behind her, a pair of arms came up and took her soft and wonderful body into his arms. She stopped humming, still staring straight into the distance without squinting.

"No, there's nothing to see. It's just that, 'When the branches sprout, you know that summer is near; So when you see all these things, know that the Son of Man is near, and is at the door,' and that's all. ”

The woman was wonderful and depressed, but she seemed to say it disdainfully.

It's weird, it's hard to understand how these unrelated feelings can appear in one person at the same time, which is even more incredible than the simultaneous appearance of contradictory feelings.

With a subtle smile, the woman closed her eyes. When darkness falls, she is able to "see" things that are invisible to the human eye.

That's a myriad, complex, disordered, changing bits. Like a messy strip of paper snapping together, it slowly operates. Faintly "seeing" looming gears, cables, cement blocks, steel bars, gears, turbine impellers, springs, springs, turntables, transmission shafts...... All sorts of weird things. These looming things are not combined into a concrete appearance, but seem to be scattered together, chaotic and abnormal.

It's just that......

If they were chaotic, they were indeed piled up with something that could be identified at a glance. After repeating its own shape in the midst of dispersion, it evolved into a coordinated and huge circuit, a pair of huge "wings".

This is not a real "seeing" sight with the naked eye, but a corollary, as she puts it, "when the branches sprout, you know that summer is near". Once you open your eyes, all this is completely non-existent, like just an illusion, a fantasy.

"Who's that?"

The person hugging her behind him asked.

"That's 'reading'. It is the granting of knowledge. ”

The woman actually replied with a verb.

"Let me put my thoughts together. The reading part is put aside, if it's 'the granting of knowledge', doesn't that mean you? ”

Faced with such an inquiry, the woman sighed helplessly and emotionally.

Recently, she has noticed that the number of sighs she seems to be gradually increasing, which may also be a sign of aging. Although the appearance has not changed, the inner aging is inevitable.

However, it is also a matter of course, and even the universe itself cannot escape the dictation of the second law of thermodynamics. Human beings need to catch up with the existence of time, which is the inevitable process that becoming human beings.

Half-turning, looking up at the person hugging her from behind, the woman smiled softly. She shook her head slowly, continuing in a tone that looked back to the past.

"There is no practical point in distinguishing individuals in a Legion. However, if you want people to understand, you need to artificially distinguish individuals from the 'cloud' of information. But when you do, you're more or less giving it your own definition, not its original meaning. To put it simply, primates, unlike some animals, do not have the skills they need to survive, so parents – or more correctly, mothers – are the earliest mentors. But the mother's 'teaching' is a kind of 'giving' that has nothing to do with the subjective will of the person, and unlike the concept here, it is not the me in the 'legion'. To explain this difference, we need to start with 'reading'. Nowadays, when we talk about the concept of 'reading', we generally think that it is to read by oneself to acquire recorded knowledge. But in the past, 'reading' was not about reading for oneself, but about reading aloud to the other person. Because the vast majority of people are literate. At that time, writing a 'book' was not written for others to understand the knowledge in it, but for those who 'read' it. This is different from what parents teach their children, and it depends on the will of the person concerned. The concept of 'teaching' can only be established if the person is willing to listen to others 'read' and understand the meaning of what is 'read'. What's even more interesting is that the teacher himself has no problem even if he doesn't understand the meaning of the book at all. Thus, the person who reads this book to others may not be connected to the concept of 'teaching', or even not in the same place, in the same era. Here, the teacher is merely a messenger of information. This is the connotation of 'it', and the information it carries transcends time and space. In the three Abrahamic religions, "it" is deliberately forgotten, but "it" should have a pivotal position. This is because the Three Religions of the Apocalypse are precisely the earliest 'book religions' in the world. Although it is meaningless to distinguish individuals in the 'Legion', if I had to ask 'who' this concept is, I would answer it this way - if you could gather the scattered 'books' in the world that need to be 'read' into a 'sea of clouds', you would be able to see 'it' as it really is. ”

The woman smiled, as if making a natural pause.

"That's 'Raziel'. Even if it is only such an insignificant part, it is still a 'sea of clouds' of 'knowledge'. It is the process of obtaining information from the media that carries this "sea of clouds", and it is the source of the concept of 'reading'. ”

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Sensing his friend's gaze, Harukami nodded lightly and smiled in return.

She sat upright with her back straight. In that way, even the most discerning etiquette teacher will not be able to find the slightest flaw.

Although this kind of behavior is somewhat too serious in front of good friends, it is very able to show his self-confidence.

“…………？”

Dome tilted her head in confusion. Jin Yi suddenly behaved calmly and confidently, even to the point that she wondered if it was a friend she had known for so many years.

Although she doesn't hate Mikoto and Shirai's cheerful and somewhat noisy extroverted personality, if she were to choose purely based on personal preference, she did prefer the kind of quiet and strong person. Interestingly, these two personality traits are one of the other.

Among her few friends, she is probably the only one who gives the impression of weakness. Even during the years of separation, this made her vaguely worried about her friend.

It stands to reason that if a friend overcomes her weakness and becomes stronger, then she should be very happy.

But why is she so uneasy now?

While Qiongno was feeling a little uneasy about Harugami's performance, Harukami was also looking at her.

The dome is different from itself, absolutely different. Whatever state he is in, Harukami is happy to admit it. No matter how hard she tries, it's impossible to try to compare yourself to her.

Some people are incomparable, because no one thinks of such a person.

There is really a kind of person in this world who never relies on diligence and hard work to express himself, but floats high above everyone's heads. This is called talent.

But in fact, this is also the type of person who is most capable of making onlookers angry.

It's not a boring human weakness like jealousy, but a more straightforward feeling. This kind of feeling, in fact, is like this: with such a talent, how many people in this world can't ask for it, why don't you try to make the most of it? In the face of such a person, as a bystander, it is difficult not to be indignant.

But the real problem is this:

No matter what kind of talent he has, you can't replace him, and he can't cater to you. As long as you are human, you can't be someone else. So, in all spheres of humanity, such conflicts are almost everywhere.

But the dome is different.

There is no doubt that she is one of those people with amazing talent. However, she worked harder and more diligently than anyone else. She's never pandered to anyone, but she left everyone speechless.

At her point, it is difficult for the bystanders to have any other thoughts than to work as hard as she does.

Although Harukami is usually reluctant to admit it, that is where his heart knots.

Unlike her, she is the kind of person who needs to crawl all over the ground to move forward. With his own diligence, as long as he is a little slack in chasing the goal, he can catch up. But the reason why Dome is Dome is because she never slackens. So in reality, her chances will only be zero.

Therefore, the idea of comparing herself to her never appeared.

However, from another point of view, this is not unacceptably a disadvantage.

Pick up the teacup and take a sip gently.

Sometimes, the manifestation of wisdom is irrational. Detachment from the conventional mental power and sensibility are also often used to express wisdom.

The diligent and intellectual, Qiongna, shouldn't be very good at this aspect of wisdom, right?

Thinking of this, Harukami couldn't help but smile a little.

At this moment, Dome was suddenly stunned as if he had discovered something.

From between the two of them, a small, snow-white object slowly floated down. It landed softly on the table where the two were sitting, slowly losing form under their shared gaze.

"Snowflakes?"

In such a summer, in a closed room, there is actually a snowflake? Such a strange phenomenon made Dome mutter strangely, and she looked up at the ceiling. As she expected, there was nothing on the ceiling that could cause snowflakes to fall.

"Probably...... Is it the capable who are playing pranks? ”

Harukami smiled wryly, but the hand hidden under the table pinched his thigh.

In an unknown place, Harugami works hard in a special way.

The application of the quantum potential energy formula is not simple, and if she can't calm down, even she herself can't guarantee that she can grasp it.

But now in this state, she has full confidence to do this.

(Stop!) Stop, you idiot! ）

The corners of her mouth curved slightly, and she scolded herself a few words in her heart, and her heart quickly calmed down.

Just as Mai Trin is able to "see" electromagnetic waves with her abilities, she is able to "see" an almost numerical quantum potential energy diagram in the same way as long as she is in this state. It's just that if she can't distract Qiongna, if something is seen, she finds it difficult for her to explain.

Is there any way to do it?

The thought had just swirled in her mind when suddenly a very cheerful voice came from outside the dormitory door.

"We're back!"