Published: September 6, 2025
Since Old Master told me to accept it, I tried my best to relax my body and absorb as much of the incoming knowledge as possible. Deep down, I was angry, thinking, "What I want is books, not knowledge being forced into my head like this!" But if it’s not available, I’ll just have to create it myself.
…Someday, I’ll print out all this knowledge! Bring on any kind of knowledge!
Mentally prepared, I braced myself to receive the knowledge pouring down with the light from above. Knowledge about rituals recorded in the Sacred Scripture and the gods’ anecdotes borrowed from Dunkelfelger’s book mixed and flowed in simultaneously.
…Wait a moment. Classification! Please classify! Don’t mix the mischief stories of Liebesculphelfe with the romance tales of Flutlene and the ritual prayers! Also, I just realized—Old Master is Aervelmine. He hasn’t changed since the founding of the nation. Seriously, he’s keeping himself looking young.
There is important knowledge, but most of what’s rushing in is miscellaneous information. Honestly, it feels chaotic and unstructured.
…Ahhh! I totally get why manuscripts are necessary, or rather, why the knowledge essential for Zents’ duties must be separately recorded on stone tablets or in the Sacred Scripture. This kind of messy knowledge would be absolutely useless without a search function!
Important knowledge also flows in—foundations built by Zents in various territories, the original role of temples, knowledge about the head priest’s Sacred Scripture, and mana replenishment to Jurgenschmidt when Zents patrol the national border gates.
…Wait? Don’t flow away. That’s seriously important. The method by which Georgine-sama seizes Ehrenfest’s foundation…
“Don’t think. Accept everything. It will spill out.”
Just as I tried to think about the incoming knowledge, Aervelmine scolded me. Even though I learned something extremely urgent and important, whenever I tried to think about it, I apparently couldn’t accept the knowledge flowing into my mind. I wasn’t allowed to scrutinize the incoming knowledge; I had to empty my mind and simply accept it.
…Accepting without thinking is surprisingly difficult. I inevitably want to think about it.
Unless I carefully organize my mind at least once, I feel I won’t be able to actually use such a massive amount of knowledge being forced in. If Gruttrishite is the form given to the knowledge I receive, then a search function to find the knowledge I need at that moment must be essential.
…Huh?
After the knowledge about myths and temples, history related to successive Zents flowed in. Suddenly, the incoming knowledge started to have gaps. The history of Jurgenschmidt came in with holes for some reason.
For example, it cut off right after I saw the part where a sick Zent entrusted a prince with inheriting his Gruttrishite and the task of opening the national border gate. Then, the next bit showed another prince stunned, saying “The Gruttrishite has disappeared.” It’s hard to tell whether these two pieces of knowledge are related or from the same era.
It felt like watching a choppy video with bad reception or a confusing mashup of many unrelated movies—a very unpleasant and frustrating feeling.
What’s worse is that these gaps don’t just occur in the flow of history. Some rituals and magic circles, created by later Zents to enrich their territories, seem partially blacked out. Parts of rituals and magic circles I saw on stone tablets in the underground archive were missing.
…Ugh! I’ll watch everything without resistance, so if you’re going to show me, show it clearly! I’m so curious!
But my desperate wish was not granted.
The light pouring down disappeared, and the torrent of forcibly poured-in knowledge in my head ended. My mind was saturated with new knowledge, like after reading a huge pile of books at once. It felt like knowledge hangover; my head was fuzzy.
“You’ve absorbed well. Rest a little.”
“Then, I will gladly accept your kind offer to rest.”