Chapter 2: After School. Break_Time.[Part 3]

A lady in black dress was walking on a street.

Her name was Sherry Cromwell. She was a member of the Anglican anti-magic group Necessarius, and was also well versed in Kabbalah idols. She smiled as she walked through the crowd.

She had originally thought that the tattered and frilly dress of hers would attract a lot of attention, but unexpectedly, the students didn't really react much. In this city, it seemed like age factors were a lot more obvious than clothing. As 80% of the population here were students, it was rare to find anyone above 25, and a Gothic girl like her being here wasn't rare.

"—Originally as dirt—"

Sherry walked along and recited, seemingly muttering to herself.

She pulled out something similar to white chalk from her tattered sleeve. It was an oil pastel that was meant to draw a magic array, made from Holy salt and oil.

"—God shaped the Earth, gave Life to it, and named them humans—"

Sherry sang as she held onto the oil pastel and drew on the vending machines beside her at a sword-draw speed, forming lines that looked like words and yet looked like lines.

"—And the mortals learnt the secrets from the mouths of the Fallen Angels—"

The road guardrail, trees on the pedestrian pathways, cleaning robots and pillars of the wind generators…Sherry's oil pastel covered them all.

"—But the mortals couldn't understand the Holy language, and the Fallen Angels couldn't pass their words correctly—"

After drawing nearly 72 markings, she raised the oil pastel and drew in the air.

"—With this, the life created by human hands will end up as mulch puppets—the time has around, the stone golem with the stench of dirt, Ellis, be loyal to me till the end!"

Finally, Sherry clapped once.

The next moment.

The cracking sound similar to that of a pus bag being burst echoed throughout. It was not once or twice, but numerous. As the sound was rather soft, the students' chatter and footsteps drowned it out, and so no one could hear it.

However, there truly was a change.

The beverage vending machines, road guardrail, trees on the pedestrian pathways, cleaning robots and pillars of the wind generators…ping-pong ball-sized objects bulged out like bubbles from a swamp from all the places that Sherry had drawn on. Her magic wasn't limited to materials, anything in her hand could be used as a weapon.

A crack formed on the ping-pong ball's surface, forming a horizontal crack.

Like a peeled grape, what appeared from the cracks were white muddy eyeballs.

Sherry took out a black piece of paper that was as big as a postcard.

"Automatic library. The target is this, right…Kaza…kiri…how do I pronounce this? Are the standard text of this country all pictures?"

The white oil pastel danced, quickly writing the words on the black piece of paper. Sherry didn't really know how to read kanji, and could only process the words in her brain into a 'picture', and copy the 'words' onto the paper.

Then, Sherry flicked a finger, and the postcard-sized black paper flew out, landing on the ground like a Frisbee.

The words on the paper read: Kazakiri Hyouka.

The black paper with white wording looked like a reverse-colored pencil written piece of paper, causing the numerous eyeballs to be absorbed over.

The eyeballs gobbled up the piece of paper, ripped it and absorbed it into their mud-like bodies. Several seconds later, the black piece of paper disappeared.

The numerous eyeballs that ate up the scraps of paper scattered away like a crowd of cockroaches, moving in all directions. Some moved along the floor, some dove underground, all the eyeballs were moving.

"Don't make me wait too long, Ellis."

Sherry smiled as she said this, and disappeared into the crowd.