Am A Librarian Not A Servant Of The Demon God
Iris

Davey looked up and realized there was some golden light glittering within the canopy of the huge tree.

Well hidden inside the branches and dense foliage made it difficult for Davey to notice the fruit on this tree until now. What's more, his attention has been sidetracked by falling snow and beautiful iris flowers.

Silver has provided a choice among four options—Trees, fruits, flowers, and nectar.

Davey thought about it and put the tree aside first, He could not take this tree away and this tree seemed to be useless to him.

Next, he removed the flowers for the same reason. Aside from ornamental purposes, flowers do not seem to have any other uses. In addition, Davey had plucked a flower and placed it in Silver's ear not long ago. Now, making him give her flowers back feels weird.

So, he only had fruit and nectar. Davey pondered for a moment before staring at the glittering golden fruit hidden in the tree. “Can it be eaten directly?”

Davey is not particularly interested in nectar, so why not try what it feels like to have a fruit growing in a dream? This could also be considered a very unique experiment.

"Of course," Silver replied with a smile.

'tukk~.

The golden fruit shaped like an apple fell by itself as Silver spoke. Davey reached out and caught it easily.

As Davey twisted it in his hand, he realized that this golden apple was a very good specimen. Each curve seemed perfect, as if it had been drawn, only something could appear in a dream.

However, Davey doesn't really care because it will now go into his stomach.

"Corn, cradle."

Davey literally devoured this little golden fruit in three bites. It tastes sweet, juicy, and is not much different from a regular apple, except for apples that do not have a core.

It seems that the sense of taste in dreams is still based on reality. Hoping for an out-of-the-world gustatory experience is just wishful thinking.

At this moment, Davey suddenly felt his mind become a little fuzzy and felt that he might wake up.

"Fast then…"

Davey takes into account that time here is different from time in the real world. Sometimes a person may feel as if he or she has experienced many things in a dream, but realize that he or she is asleep only five minutes after waking up.

And there are also times where one's dreams may feel short but the whole night has passed by the time one wakes up.

Although Davey felt very regrettable, he could not control when he woke up from his sleep.

"I have to go" Davey said before standing up and reaching out to Silver.

Silver smiled as he held her hand and pulled himself up before lightly hugging Davey as his soft yet magnetic voice rang out beside her ear. “I hope we can still meet in a dream when the next night arrives.”

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Pandemonium-ranked black magician and disciple of 'Faceless Black Scale Man' Wilde, Uri.

The entire community of black magicians knew that Destructive-rank Wilde once had two disciples.

As for why this is stated in the past form is due to two of Wilde's disciples, one of whom has died while the other chooses to betray Wilde.

The one who died was named Charles, while the one who was still alive was named Uri.

Until now, 'Blaze Envoy' Uri was Heris' cooperation partner as well as a core member of the black magician organization 'Scarlet Cult'.

“Maybe choosing Heris this time is the wrong step, but choosing another one is irrevocable,” Uri said as he lit a cigarette but did not smoke it. He held an umbrella and a suit that he was wearing were all dirty and tattered.

He looked very young and could even be considered a twenty-year-old. He had light yellow hair and a sharp thin face filled with spots and black tattoos beside him. One of his arms was bandaged so tightly that it reached his palm.

This was the result of receiving Alice's surprise attack.

Being a hunter, Heris had the power of dirty blood that gave her quick regeneration and she could even regrow her arms without batting an eye. On the other hand, a black mage like Uri basically had a constitution that was no different from an ordinary person.

His body was not suited to sustain a powerful attack nor did it have any regeneration ability. Moreover, this kind of injury would not heal quickly enough just by relying on a spell and the best way to deal with such an injury was to ask for help from the Dome Church.

However, over the past three years, the Dome Church in Norzin has declared that they will not provide treatment to black magicians.

The reason is not a matter of viewpoint. The Church of the Dome is only responsible for providing care and is not responsible for teaching people how to behave. It's just that black magicians, especially low-leveled ones are generally broke.

“Alice's, and teacher. Wilde seems to have a relationship with the bookstore owner on 23rd Avenue. It's like..their fate was rewritten in that place,” murmured Uri.

He was well aware of the many serious injuries Wilde suffered at the time. Moreover, even if his teacher did not die in the end, he might not reappear because of his pride. But who knew that Wilde would actually show up and seem to be getting stronger.

"Let's hope this is a mistake with the intelligence report."

Uri turned to look at Johann the middle-aged black mage beside him. "Well remember the purpose of your mission?"

"Yes." Yeah." The black magician lowered his head and continued, “Investigate the situation of the bookstore and its owner. Ensure the level, appearance and layout of the person's bookstore.”

"Come, bring good news" Uri ordered.

In an instant, Johann's body disappeared as he turned into a shadow that fused with the darkness.

Shadow Transformation Technique!

This was the technique Johann mastered the most and was the best method for secret reconnaissance. Nightfall was the best camouflage as she quickly crossed the shadows of tall buildings and arrived very quickly at the bookstore on 23rd Avenue, unit 412.

Johann slowed down and swept around the bookstore meticulously. He was cautious but at the same time, a little skeptical.

… There is no aetheric interference at all in this place. Based on pure perception, this was just a simple and ordinary bookstore. However, the mission that the superior saw with great importance was definitely not going to be easy.

Johann then went in and observed the first floor of the bookstore but was unable to find anything abnormal. All he found was a neatly arranged row of bookshelves and books and thus, he proceeded to the second floor.

The layout of the upper floor is simpler, like a regular residence. Johann quickly checked all the places he had to go and finally the last place left to investigate was the bookstore owner's bedroom.

The only indication of life came from the room, although its aura seemed ordinary as if the one inside was not an extraordinary being. That meant the bookstore owner was sleeping soundly in the room.

As Johann inched towards the bedroom door, he thought to himself. Perhaps, I could get rid of this person at the same time and report back that the person everyone was so worried about was just an ordinary person and had already been easily disposed of.

He could not help but laugh as he returned to his original form and reached out to turn the door knob.

Johann peeked through the slowly widening gap and his mind instantly became blank.

Inside, the entire room was covered with pulsating blood vessels and writhing flesh that spread from the head of the bed, extending to the walls and floor. At the foot of the bed was a cluster of white iris flowers that glowed dimly, illuminating the smiling face of the young man on the bed who looked like he was having a beautiful dream.

Johann could not even react when the dense veins looked surprised and started rushing towards him.

The entire duration Johann witnessed this terrifying scene to the point where his loss of consciousness lasted only for a moment.

The pure white flower shadow that grew on flesh and blood remained etched in his mind. Such a contrast caused his skin to tingle and his hair to stand upright. However, Johann was unable to react in time and tried to escape.

In the next instant, his vision became pitch-black and an overwhelming sensation of pain spread throughout his body.

This instant that felt like an eternity made him feel extremely desperate.

He could clearly feel veins like tendrils climbing up his body and into his ears, eyes, mouth, and nostrils. Blood vessels infiltrated his skin, internal organs, and eventually his brain.

Johann felt like a bag of swollen flesh and bone with its inside fused in panic. Finally, when everything was sorted out, he was no longer himself and he was also not a person of concept.

The middle-aged black magician standing at the door suddenly stopped moving and his head bowed. His hand was still on the doorknob as the blood veins that were writhing all over his body disappeared rapidly.

Crunching

Johann took a step back and gently closed the door once more.

It was as if he had just gained the ability to speak and muttered many absurd words.

But as he slowly reached the ground floor, his speech gradually returned to normal and the words he spoke became clearer.

“I must obliterate..all existences that threaten the lord…

"God, from now on, your servant promises his full loyalty."

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Uri was waiting in a dark alley. After finishing a cigarette, he tossed his butts to the ground and wiped them out before taking out his pocket watch.

Some raindrops splashed onto the surface of the pocket watch. Uri frowned and used her thumb to dry it.

Half an hour has passed.

The alley was less than 2 kilometers away from 23rd Avenue and given Johann's speed when using his Shadow Transformation technique, he should have been able to reach his destination within five minutes.

The purpose of his investigation could not be considered thorough either. This was already much slower compared to Johann's previous scouting duties.

“It looks like this bookstore is not that simple..” sigh Uri. His decision to be cautious and not submit personally was correct.

However, until now, he had not felt any large-scale changes in the aether coming from the direction of 23rd Avenue. At the very least, the fight did not break out.

The most plausible reason was that Johann's infiltration was successful but he faced certain defensive measures and was unable to obtain any findings. Such a situation would not be considered too bad, it was just that the bookstore owner might be frightened and Uri personally had to follow through with it.

Now, all he could do was wait for Johann to return before thinking about his next move.

Uri has faith in Johann's concealment and escape abilities. After all, a cross between a human and a dream monster was an extremely rare existence.

With the blood of the bryozoan moss half a shadow in his veins, Johann could easily turn into a shadow, fuse with the darkness, and mask his own presence as easily as breathing.

Pitter-patter…

In the blink of an eye, a torrential rain washed away the extinguished cigarette butts into the gutter.

Uri kept his pocket watch and was about to light another cigarette when he froze.

The cigarette was already extinguished, so why was there a shadow in this pitch-black alley on a rainy night?

"Damn!"

Uri scowled and immediately pinched the non-lit cigarette in his hand and pointed it upwards. "Fire Charm – Burning Light!"

The explosion!

A powerful flame shaped like a beam of lightning erupted out from the poor cigarette that was used as a magic tool and instantly illuminated the entire alley.

Naturally, light and fire were the best ways to deal with shadows!

However, Uri knew that the present circumstances were unfavorable for him. The moisture from the rain substantially reduced the effectiveness of all fire-based magic and its magic aid was just an ordinary cigarette.

This meant that this Burning Light technique could only last for a few seconds and would not cause much damage.

Thus, Uri immediately began to fall backwards, while at the same time taking out a coin-sized red gemstone from his inner pocket. He was now somewhat convinced that his attacker was Johann who had become a traitor.

Although Uri had no idea what caused this betrayal, one thing was certain now—Johann had to die!

“Fire charm – Burning Earth!” uri growled with a cold look in her eyes.

However, the shadows on the ground were even faster.

A split second before Uri realized something was amiss, the shadow had returned to its original human form and cast countless sharp metal pegs that pierced through Uri's body.

"Thurghhh!" Inertia nailed Uri to the wall of the alley with a loud bang, and the excruciating pain caused him to scream.

Just getting stabbed would not cause such a reaction. However, countless thorns had formed on the metal stakes as they pierced through his body, and that was the cause of his miserable moans.

At the same time, a fierce blaze exploded throughout the alley, turning everything into a scorched earth.

Johann's frail body was torn apart by fire and burned to ashes. Under the piercing radiance of flames, his body became a blackened silhouette.

The short battle is over.

Uri uses transfiguration magic to free a metal peg from his body and uses heat to melt it into molten metal.

Gasping for breath, he staggered forward while pressing his wound and grinned. “Do you think I won't be vigilant? I'm more experienced in betrayal than you. How naive!”

All the signs of life within the blaze had stopped and the blackened silhouette that had turned into a charred body was still standing in the middle of the alley. It represents the death of a foolish black witch.

Uri raised his hand, preparing to cast the final spell to end this battle.

As the floating ash flakes fell to the ground, countless blood vessels had entrenched themselves on the walls of the alley and covered the entire alley in an instant.

"What the fuck?!"

By the time Uri realized something was wrong, the entire alley had been sealed by writhing veins.

He immediately unleashed his spell but this terrifying and rapidly growing mass had already started gathering towards Uri and was about to swallow him.

Uri looked around him, fear finally appearing on his face. “You're not Johan! Who are you!"

From the mass of blood vessels, tissues, and sarcomas that rose and fell as if breathing, there was the loud voice of Johann. “Yes God... Your servant... has removed the barrier..”.

His majesty? Uri gripped this word. He knew Johann's background very well and knew Johann had never been a follower of any religion.

How could there suddenly be a 'Master', just half an hour after Johann left to investigate?

There's only one explanation. Bookstore owner! This is a bookstore owner's warning!

Uri's last thoughts flashed right before he was swallowed.

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Tap tap.

He heard a knock from the door behind him. "Come in. What's up?"

The trembling voice of the subordinates sounded. "Trs. Uri... she's dead.”

Herris stunned. "How did that happen?"

"Trs. Uri followed your instructions and sent someone to investigate the bookstore on 23rd Avenue. However, the person who had been sent back with unknown strength, betrayed Mr. Uri and killed him.

“This is a report including photos of the scene and traces of magic identified to reconstruct the scene. There was also.. last message on the grounds Mr. Uri spent his last moments to be left.”

"What?"

"He said... 'Run'."

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