() Early morning is the best time for all things to revive, and it is also the time for people to do things. It takes about half a day to drive all the way from the royal capital to the country roads in the suburbs.

The sound of a car speeding past, and listening to the weird sound of the motorcycle engine, you can tell that this car is an old antique. Sitting in the antique car is a man wearing light blue clothes and dark black clothes.

The beautiful young man with red hair and his fair face without any flaws can't help but remind people of the most advanced crafts in the art world.

"Ah! Really, that old antique bibliophile actually asked me to inherit his inheritance. This is a miracle!" Just listen, the beautiful young man started boringly with a voice as beautiful as him.

sao.

"Giggle." A girl-like clear and melodious laughter came from the beautiful boy. In desperation, the boy lowered his head and said slightly tiredly: "Please don't laugh all the time, okay? If others find out, the clothes will still be on."

Laugh, you will definitely be regarded as a monster."

Finally, as the beautiful young man finished speaking, the metal chains on the four pieces of clothing under his body finally stopped shaking, but seemed to exude a lonely silence, making the beautiful young man who scolded 'them' feel helpless for a while.

He knew what to say to comfort him, but in the end, he could only sigh helplessly and continue to look at the classic car ahead.

The boy's name is Kiritani Kazuto. Of course, friends will basically call him Kirito when they know they have met for the second time. It is the black swordsman who has been in this world for five years, as if time has already passed by.

The young man's face was set, and five years had not left any blemishes on his body.

When he thought about the ladies and young ladies from high-level business circles asking him for the secrets of skin care, he couldn't laugh or cry for a moment, so he had no choice but to give them some skin care methods from his own world. Who knew that they would turn out to be surprisingly useful?

He has also become the most popular man among women in the business world, and even has the titles of 'the man they most want to marry' and 'the perfect man'.

After confirming that no one would appear in front of him, Kirito once again opened the letter he got from Wes (note: the grandfather of the male protagonist Hughie in the original work) half a year ago. Well, it can be regarded as his last words.

"Really, you gave it to me. There are obviously a lot of relatives, but not a single one is left. This old guy must be living too irresponsibly." Kirito looked at the letter in his hand and couldn't help but said with resentment. In fact,

Originally, the other party had a grandson named Shui, but unfortunately he died during the Allied Air Force War, so this letter ended up in Kirito's hands.

In this world, there are only two people who understand Kirito's eternal essence. One is the deceased Wes, and the other is an old man who runs a used bookstore in the royal capital. Every time Kirito is mentioned, the two of them basically talk about it.

Everyone is envious. After all, who doesn't want a body that will never change, but the price to pay seems unbearable.

"This..." Kirito's eyebrows gradually knitted together as he stared at the letter in his hand, because there was a word in it that he was very familiar with, but for a while he couldn't recall the true meaning of this word - Danterian's

Bookshelf. In the letter, Weisz promised that he would inherit this bookshelf.

"Dantrienne...!?" If Kirito's memory is correct, this name seems to be the name of a demon from ancient times, a demon who records forbidden knowledge.

"And...um...Dalian!?" When Kirito saw this name, he couldn't help but think of a certain pet. After all, this name is not so much weird as it would be better described as cute. Of course,

, it's not that Kirito has never thought about being a woman, it's just that he knows Wes's character too well. Putting aside his love for books, he can be summed up in two words - withdrawn.

As for his love for books, well... can you imagine a viscount who would trade half of his territory for a rare book? Kirito couldn't imagine it anyway, so he said that Wes loved books, but it wasn't true.

It would be more appropriate to say it is obsession.

"Ah... By the way... this era is too ancient." Kirito put the letter back into his underwear pocket and couldn't help but sigh about the world. Well, it is true that the virtual person who lives with Kirito

A world where technology has been developed, this world can indeed be described as backward. It is actually the United Kingdom just after the First World War, nearly three centuries away from Kirito's era.

When Kirito meets people along the way, he basically has to ask for directions before continuing to set off. Although his riding ability is too low, it is not bad for driving some transportation.

Finally, as the afternoon approached, Kirito arrived in front of the mansion that Wess had written about in his letter. It obviously belonged to the title of Viscount, a moderate title, but the mansion was far from luxurious, more like a house that had fallen from power.

Noble old building.

Pushing open the open door, the atrium appeared messy, with lush grass stained with morning dew and colorful but extremely messy flowers, showing that no owner had cleaned it for a long time.

Such a desolate scene makes it difficult for people to think that this place was once a place where people lived. It would be a good choice for a haunted house adventure at night.

Staring at the ruin-like building in front of him, Kirito couldn't help but smile bitterly. "Ah...it seems that old guy Wes has thrown a hot potato at me." The thought of cleaning made him feel bored.

Arriving at the front door, Kirito dug around inside the dark night robe, and finally took out an ancient key. The handle of the key should be inlaid with a shining ruby, and a thin chain was connected to the end. The key was designed to

It's quite unique.

When Kirito raised his hand and put it on the keyhole of the door, he stopped, with a wry smile on his lips. "It's not this one." The key didn't match the keyhole at all, and he finally dug inside his coat before escaping.

A large bunch of copper keys.

Trying to put it in the keyhole, just as Kirito thought, the door was slowly opened by Kirito with a harsh and painful sound of "creak, creak, creak". When he looked around for a while, he couldn't help but feel helpless about Wes's life style.

He shook his head, because except for some necessary tools for life, the entire mansion could be called a house with only four walls. What made him even more confused was that the bookshelves built into the walls were actually empty.

When Kirito touched the bookshelf and saw the thick dust on his fingers, he couldn't help but wonder. This expression also meant that these bookshelves had also been abandoned for a long time.

When Kirito was about to leave the study, his eyes were caught by something on the ground. To be precise, it was a straight drag mark. In confusion, he subconsciously followed the mark. Finally,

I came to a bookshelf that was also empty.

"I see..." Kirito stretched out his hand to push the bookshelf, and with the harsh sound of gears, he revealed a narrow staircase that looked like a secret passage deep underground like a bomb shelter.

"That guy Wes..." Regarding the existence of this old friend, Kirito could no longer describe him with the words and thoughts that a normal person should have.

Without even taking a lamp, Kirito walked straight into the depths of the passage, because from his perspective, there was basically no difference between night and day. The only difference was probably that men and women indulged themselves more at night.

The lights in the basement flashed with a faint light, illuminating the dark and damp basement. At the same time, they also cast long shadows on the columnar objects in the basement that looked like they were about to collapse.

Looking at all this, Kirito couldn't help but twitching at the corner of his mouth, because these pillars were actually made of stacked books. The countless pillars made of stacked books in front of him almost filled the basement. These books were probably the upper bookshelves.

The disappeared ones, from a distance, really look like tombstones.

He couldn't see why all the books were left here, but Kirito guessed that the owner had finished reading these books and was too lazy to put them back, so he just threw them around. This made Kirito wonder whether the owner who read these books should

He read through all the objects with paper, because the books in front of him were of all kinds, from the cheap novels that can be seen everywhere in the station to some obscure ancient classical Chinese, almost everything that could be called a book was available.

As if trying to hide, Kirito finally found a slender and huddled figure in the sea of ​​books. It was a young girl, sitting quietly on the only armchair in the sea of ​​books, with a book open on her lap.

The book seems to be read quietly.

Unexpectedly, the girl is as beautiful as a fairy. Her waist-length hair is tied up with a lace hair ornament, and her eyes like the night sky are gleaming with burgundy color. Perhaps she has oriental blood, and the girl's skin is

It is as white as gelatin, which reminds people of precious ceramic craftsmanship.

The jet black dress is like the dress of a medieval knight. It is said to be armor but it is a silk dress. The waist is tied up with a ribbon, so slender that it seems to be cut off if you hold it. The metal back and waist armor are not at all like the clothes covered with lace fabrics.

Contrast.

"A doll?" After the first glance, Kirito couldn't help but have this thought in his mind. After all, no matter the other person's clothes or his exquisite face, it made people feel that this was just something that only appeared in fairy tales.

Just when Kirito was stunned by the beauty of the other party, the other party slowly raised his head and also looked at the black swordsman who was observing him.

"Who...are you? What...are humans...doing here?" Her jewel-like moist lips were slightly opened, and her voice was as sweet as an oriole coming out of the valley. The beautiful girl said this. Although her tone contained command and arrogance,

Kirito could still feel the slightest trembling inside, and those eyes that could attract people deeply seemed to have a hint of fear.

Although he wanted to use the etiquette when communicating with business women, Kirito felt that he should not do so, just because the other party was so incredible in both dress and appearance, and he even had thoughts in his mind about whether the other party should

The thought of being a monster actually seems like it should be struck down by the interpreter's sword.

It seemed that Kirito's silence had the opposite effect. The fear in the eyes of the beautiful porcelain girl became even stronger. She stood up with a heavy book in her arms and slowly backed away. It seemed that she was afraid of Kirito's arrival.

Meaning, that timid posture makes people want to go over and take care of him.

Seeing the other party's posture as if he was afraid of giving birth to a child, Kirito couldn't help but feel soft in his heart. He kicked out all the messy thoughts in his mind and performed the etiquette of the aristocratic world. Kirito said: "I'm sorry, I'm Kiritani.

Kazuto, just call me Kirito, and abide by the agreement in Wes Diswold's last words to inherit this mansion."

As Kirito finished his sentence, he also took a step forward. This action naturally aroused the self-defense instinct of the girl in black. Her shoulders trembled and she retreated behind the armchair, using the book in her hand as a shield.

Covering half of his face.

"Don't go any further." The tone of the girl in black was full of threats, but such a reaction made Kirito frown, and his body flashed, accompanied by the girl's scream-like moan.

, she only felt a blur in front of her eyes. A figure much taller than herself had arrived in front of her less than one meter away. This sudden change made her forget how to resist for a moment.

"Don't be too nervous. I just followed Wes's last words and came here to inherit this mansion, and the existence that became Danterian's bookshelf." Regarding the girl's kitten-like expression when she was in a high place.

, Kirito didn’t know how to solve it, so he simply cut the mess with a sharp knife and solved the problem quickly, by hand.

"Danterian's bookshelf!? Where did you hear this name?!" When she heard Kirito say Danterian's bookshelf, the girl in black looked unusually serious, and even had a hint of it.

There was unconcealable anger inside.

"Said in the letter."

"In the letter?"

In order to clear up the girl's doubts, Kirito couldn't help but take out the last letter he got from Weiss and put it in front of the girl in black. With wary eyes, the girl looked at the contents of the letter in Kirito's hand.

After a while, the girl in black was silent for a while, and then she said: "The thing you are looking for is not here, and it does not exist anywhere in the world."

This answer was naturally not what Kirito wanted. He frowned and then asked another question. "Then do you know this?" Following the text of the letter on Kirito's finger, the girl in black fell silent. "This is it, it's called

Darien, I think it’s probably a pet or something.”

"Pet... pet!?" The girl said in shock with a strange expression that was completely inconsistent with her beauty and tone. It even contained a trace of anger that Kirito couldn't understand, but he didn't care about it.

, and continued to say: "Ah... it's really pitiful. I've probably been hungry for a long time, and I have to clean up the excrement."

Just when Kirito finished saying this, there was a sudden pain in his thigh. Although he could ignore the pain, it still made him subconsciously look at the initiator, the beautiful girl in front of him who was much shorter than him.

"You idiot!!" The girl yelled in a loud tone that she had never used since they met: "Dalian is... my name!!" After shouting this sentence, the black-clothed man named Dalian

The girl hummed and stood sideways, using the corner of her eyes to look at the tall figure in front of her with disdain, considering her height.

"Ha?!" Okay, Kirito retracted his preface. Wes was not a withdrawn person, but he was afraid that others would know his strange interests. For a moment, Kirito looked at Darian and his eyes became extremely strange.
Chapter completed!