The white fish solves the word, and the silverfish erodes the book.

Silverfish is a kind of existence that feeds on books, so we also call it "bookworms".

Just the name "silverfish" seems to be a kind of elegant thing limited to legends, but in fact, it really exists.

Searching for books, eating books, gnawing books, swallowing all words, together with pages and paste, into the stomach one by one.

Although I don't know if the boy in front of him wants to learn to digest the books as well as silverfish, judging from the hamburger-like posture, Sakurahiro has no confidence that Kazama will digest these books in his stomach afterwards.

What's more, to say that you are eating a hamburger is actually to grab a book that happens to fly past it with both hands, and then stuff it into your mouth vigorously, and then ......

Then, there is no then.

Even chewing had been omitted, and instead of being devoured like a snake, Kazama Hiroki rushed into the flock of books that had been fighting their great war in the air.

From being completely unconcerned at first, to finally realizing in horror that the books that had been flying in the air with a cheerful "bang-la-la-la" sound had finally discovered a new enemy in front of them after dozens of companions had been eaten.

After a brief pause, the two sides of the original battle did not hesitate to join forces to attack the common enemy that devoured their comrades.

Countless books, like well-trained warriors, quickly set up the formation.

Then, under the command of their respective commanders, they began to charge swiftly, towards the blood mist.

Swift, neat, brave, indomitable, indifferent to life and death.

And so, they die, just like the enlightenment they bring.

It was grasped tightly by a pair of devilish claws, and then, swallowed in one gulp.

And so it disappeared, from above Daintriam's bookshelves.

Completely, thoroughly.

Reduced to someone's private property.

Charge, wave after wave.

The brave warriors, fearlessly, rushed in, but did not come out again.

Like a stone sinking into the sea.

Gradually, the charge, began to stop.

The panic began to spread.

Even if it's just a book, even if it's just the lowest level of intelligence like an animal, the fear of death is still so clear.

It was clear that he disobeyed the monarch's order and began to retreat privately.

The tree wants to be quiet and the wind does not stop, and the prey chooses to flee, but the predator will not let the prey go.

Hunting and fleeing is always the bloodiest scene in the food chain.

Even if there is no blood, you can smell the air, that disgusting smell of blood.

Books are originally psychic things, and when these psychic things suddenly turn into delicious food, the taste may also be intoxicating......

At least, this expression could be seen on the face of the beast named Kazama Hiroha.

Of course, on the other hand, the expression of the girl named Sakura Hakuro has become deeper and deeper from the shock at the beginning.

The eyes that were originally unfocused were completely focused on the young man who was devouring books one by one.

The little hand, which had always looked a little illusory, was held rigidly, and unexpectedly, began to gradually materialize.

"This ...... This guy ...... How dare you do it to my children......"

Under the white dress, the bare feet curled up suddenly.

Sakura raised her head suddenly, looked into the air, put her fingers lightly to her lips, and then sucked sharply.

The loud whistle, melodious undulating, has a singular rhythm that is hidden in it.

It's like a trumpet in battle, with it, and absolute orders must be obeyed.

The chaotic books stopped running in an instant.

Even those who had been unfortunately caught in Kazama's hands stopped struggling.

This is an order from the king, and it is not the simple Bible that is only enshrined as a leader and the "Dragon Whisperer" who is temporarily the king, but from the owner, ruler, and protector of this world, named Sakurahaku, a maiden.

It must be said, perhaps, like the story of the sheep and the shepherd.

Just by the bell on the cane, the sheep can move as quickly as an army.

Thousands of books, suddenly, began to fly rapidly, circling and gathering.

It is not a convergence of planes, but a three-dimensional form.

Centered on Kazama Raising Feathers, it resembles a strange sphere made up of three-dimensional rings.

Flying vertically.

With a slight lift of her hand, the Dark Bible, which had been flying beside her, quickly flew out and flew straight into the army of books that were like an array.

All the books make a happy sound of "bang-la-la-la" in an instant, as if welcoming the return of the king, or greeting the old enemy.

Gulping the two books into his mouth, Kazama looked up, finally realizing that he had been surrounded by a crowd of food.

Yes, food, in the face of a beast that can be devoured by all things, no matter what the essence of existence is, its final outcome is only assimilated by itself, absorbed, and turned into a part of its own body, which cannot be separated.

Scarlet light, quickly flashing out.

In a loud whistle.

No, unexpectedly, unexpectedly not caught.

Missed, the beast that had been wreaking havoc among the flock.

Looking blankly at his empty hands, there was a kind of anger and violence that seeped out of the blood mist.

Then, with a bang, it expanded.

A loud "bang-bang-bang" sound sounded again.

All the books, invariably, began to retreat backwards.

The scarlet light flickered rapidly, but every time he reached out and tried to grab a book, it dodged at a strange angle and at an incredible speed.

At the same time, a new book suddenly appeared in the background.

Make a "bang, bang, bang" sound.

As if it were teasing, or rather, mockery.

From the flock, the mockery of the wolf.

Unwillingly, Kazama restarted a new round of attacks from all angles.

And yet, every time, every time, it was dodged just right.

Countless books form countless rings, and countless rings form a huge ball.

As Kazama approached, the ring that had become the target turned rapidly, not following its original trajectory, but deviating from its original section.

And the one who is exposed to Kazama is the one that is farther away, the same face as the previous ring, the ring.

Illusion, everything, is an illusion brought to us by light.

The substitution of the prey itself may be a very clumsy technique, but for hunters who can be the prey, it becomes the deadliest illusion.

Because anyone can be, because anyone can be the target of prey.

Therefore, the illusion of the prey being away in an instant is formed.

Fooled by oneself, restrained by desires, when too many indiscriminate goals appear in front of oneself, no matter how strong the ambition is, it cannot cover everything.

The beast, the reason why it is a beast, is precisely because it is too pure greed.

So, this beast named Kazama Rising Feather, just like that, was trapped in his desire itself.

In front of me, there were fat sheep running one after another, but when I stretched out my hand, it was empty.

Here, there is no cold fog, and there is no homesickness.

Yes, it's just sound waves that erupt in flames.

A smoking roar poured out of the throat of the wind feathers.

In bursts, through the barrier of the loud whistle.

The beast-like boy was burned to the ground, and his blood was full of blood.

The shepherd-like Sakura White smiled slightly.

She looked up at the boy and watched him tear through the roar-shaken stacks of books and begin to gobble them up.

"I've eaten so much, it's almost, it's time to take a nap......"

Saying this, all the books flew in an orderly manner from the beginning.

In a more bizarre formation.

It is as fast as the wind, as slow as a forest, as plundering as fire, and as immobile as a mountain.

If this is a war, then it is destined to be the stage of the commander.

Just open his lips and play with the enemy between applause.

A blood-colored mist, with a scarlet glow, flashed through the books.

Books, but methodically shuttling, from behind, from the side, knocking on the crooks of the feet, elbows, and heads that fluttered in the wind.

There was a roar.

However, roaring, in addition to deterrence, is more often an unwilling voice, a final catharsis in the face of the fact that you are powerless to change.

Can't catch it, still, can't catch it.

It's at your fingertips, but you don't get anything.

It's a reality, and it's a dream.

The seductive dreams in front of you, and the shocking reality behind them.

Consciousness began to slowly blur, and the scarlet light gradually dimmed.

In the gradually thinning blood mist, only unwilling whispers came slowly.

"Hungry...... I'm so hungry...... Still...... More ......"

"But you've eaten enough, and if you continue to eat like this, Daintellen's curse will have to be summed up by me......"

The white dress, swaying slightly, is transparent, and it is as thin as summer.

"It's a good thing, but it's not a fate that I am allowed to provide......"

The girl said, faintly, with sadness.

The old, chained books rushed straight towards Kazama.

Then, like an elder who couldn't help but get angry when he saw a naughty junior, he hit the boy on the head hard.

The young man's eyes finally began to close.

The scarlet glow, gone.

With that disgusting mist of blood.

The books quickly spread out, and then, back together.

Transformed into a pair of huge wings, carrying the wolf that had fainted in the flock, came to the shepherd.

This is, a victory for the shepherds.

However, when it comes to victory, the biggest beneficiary is still the wolf.

After all, what is eaten has already been eaten, and it will not be reborn, nor can it be recalled by a special summoning method.

Silverfish Eating Books is such a story, a boy named Kazama Hiroha, who successfully became a bookworm at the moment when the legendary library ushered in the summer dawn.

Since then, the economy has been full, and since then the past has been through the present.

Really, an enviable way to make it convenient.