Part 149: The Book of the Truth II

BGM: Haruka

A gold butterfly drifted onto the balcony and turned into EVA.





Two emerald sparkles flew in. They were the green, glinting eyes of a black cat. The cat flicked its tail elegantly, with the dignity of a high-class attendant.

Ange rose from her seat. She did it casually, as though she really was just heading out for a short trip. However, her lips would never touch her half-finished cup of tea again...






Ange nodded towards the black cat to let it know that she was ready. The cat nodded back in a refined manner, indicated that it wanted Ange to follow, and leapt from the balcony. Without turning back, Ange followed it, jumping out into the air as though swimming...
EVA watched her go. An expression of ridicule and scorn... failed to cross her face...









After exchanging elegant bows, the two witches vanished at the same time. Nothing remained except some half-finished tea cups and the aroma of the tea itself...

BGM: Revelations (instrumental)


All of the guests gathered here were very rich and cultured. A single hobby tied all of them together. They were the Witch Hunters. Like-minded people who enjoyed exploring various interpretations of the Rokkenjima mystery.





Conversations like this were breaking out passionately all over the place. Furthermore, it wasn't just guests who were allowed to enter. The press was also there in force. The Rokkenjima mystery created such a large movement that, at one time, it became a social phenomenon. Though it had died down slightly in recent years, it was still a topic fiercely debated across the internet. It was hardly any surprise that the discovery and eminent release of Ushiromiya Eva's diary, which contained the truth of that mystery, had caused an uproar. And on top of all that, the mysterious Forger Itouikukuro was to appear publicly for the first time. In fact, it seemed that Itouikukuro and Hachijo Toya, the up-and-coming mystery novelist, were the same person.
Of course, this meant that Hachijo Toya would also be appearing in public for the first time. Though she was thought to be a male author, the fact that she was actually a mysterious woman author alone was enough to cause a stir. Before the diary unveiling party, a press conference was held in one of the rooms of the hotel.







Oooooohhh. A stir passed through the crowd, and the room was suddenly filled with camera flashes.

A hotel worker pushed forward a cart covered by a veil. Then, after looking to Hachijo for approval, he removed the veil. There lay... Ushiromiya Eva's diary. The Book of the Single Truth sat there, waiting for its seal to be released. Hachijo held it to her chest and laughed enigmatically. Camera flashes came from everywhere, making the Book of the Single Truth glint...

Still holding the diary, Hachijo left the press conference room, escorted by men from the hotel. Until she went through a door that said 'Authorized People Only', the journalists continued to surround her and ask questions, hoping to gather just one more comment. When the door slammed shut, the world twisted. The hotel employees became black cats wearing capes. Hachijo had turned into Featherine...


Featherine tossed the diary, and Bernkastel caught it.





Featherine left, followed by her cat attendants. After watching her until she was out of sight, Bernkastel disappeared as well.
Like Erika's room, Bernkastel's was a balcony without a handrail, dug out of a bookshelf cliff. Ange had been kept waiting for some time, but she had waited patiently, looking down at the world below her...

BGM: None
After Bernkastel appeared, the black cats gave a bow and vanished.



Bernkastel set it on the table and beckoned Ange forward. Slowly, Ange approached it.

BGM: Bring the Fate


Ange took the key out, looked at it there on her palm, then gripped it tightly. Even that heavy lock that held the diary so securely... was fated to be swept aside easily as soon as Ange readied herself...



In that instant, two Anges appeared inside of her, taking control of her body at the same time. On the one hand, she knew that she had already paid a great price to learn the truth. This part of her gripped the key, wanting to prevent the moment of hesitation that might lead her to refuse to learn the truth now, at the final moment, with the Book of the Single Truth right before her.
On the other hand, a feeling that she was betraying the brother and family that watched over her warmly made her bite her lower lip. However, though she shook, she could do nothing but watch as her right hand slowly brought the key towards the lock.


What am I hesitating for...?
Inside this diary, there's the final destination of my sad, painful, 12-year-long journey. Was 12 years not enough of that? Do I want to keep living that way...? That brother is an illusion created by my heart. My naive hope that a miracle might still occur. If I put my two options on a scale, then the path I should choose is clear.

The lock opened with a click, and at the same time, it felt as though a crack ran through the key in my hands. Maybe a part of that intricate design had fallen off. I couldn't tell where it was broken just by glancing at it. However, for some reason, its golden glint seemed dulled somehow.






I don't give a damn what happens after I find the truth. Bernkastel slid the key from where it lay on the table and put it into her pocket.


I lifted up Aunt Eva's now unlocked diary. The lock was open. Even the hinge had been released by now. Nothing stands in the way of me opening to the pages within...
I thought of taking a deep breath. However, I decided against it. I prepared myself for this long ago. So stupid to fuel my reluctance further.



BGM: ALIVE
I knew... that this was the right way to open to the pages that held the truth. As soon as the cover was opened, a brilliant light poured out, and my mind went hazy. The truth was sent to my mind directly, without letters or words... Tell me... what happened that day... on Rokkenjima...












My consciousness returned gradually.
Nothing was written in the open book before me. Of course. This was... my own blank and empty notebook. I was at school, just sitting idly with my notebook open. The world had stopped. The hands on the clock had stopped too. In that case, the auditorium should have been filled with silence.
However, I could hear a small commotion. In this world of suspended time, I could see dark shapes sneaking about in the shadows of the unmoving students.

They were sneaking glances at me from behind the frozen students, whispering something to each other. I know. I can hear them. Everybody... everybody knows.
One after another, students with goat heads grew out of shadows all over the room. They slipped around all the students stopped in time... and gathered around me. Then, they all jeered out something in unison, and, possibly aware that I could hear, showered me with giggles and gossip and sneers. However, nothing that came from the goats' mouths reached my ears as words. This was a world without letters or words, so no words reached me. However, their emotions and meanings did reach me. So, I knew what it was they were saying. And then, when I was able to visualize it, this happened...
One after another, the goats opened their massive jaws, showing their fangs that dripped with saliva, and came forward to bite me. Time was stopped for me. I was aware, but I could not move. Literally, that wasn't true. However, I was pretending that I couldn't hear, so I couldn't move.
The goats bit me all over my body, leaving their fang marks, licking me. Maybe they didn't like the taste of my clothes. Taking advantage of the fact that I couldn't move, they chewed through my clothes one by one. Over and over again, the goats stuck their tongues, their jaws, their fangs into my naked body. I was covered with drool and bitten all over. Bright red teeth marks were left behind as sharp fangs pierced my skin, leaving trails of blood. They licked up that blood like real goats, hurting and humiliating me.
As I hung my head, one of the goats pulled on my hair, forcing me to look up, and spoke. It wasn't with a direct concept, but with words I could hear. However, they weren't words of the human world. They were a witch's words. The red truth, which signifies absolute truth.





*giggle*giggle, heheheheheheheheh, hahhahahahahahahaha...!! Who cares about the truth, so stupid, so pointless...! I'm the one who gets to decide if that's the truth or not, right? Even if it's red truth, I won't acknowledge it, won't forgive it, I definitely won't accept it...!!







Ange-san, please calm down.

20, requesting urgent support on the roof!! Ange-san!! Hold on!! Please think this over, look ooooooooout!!!



The air, which she had once been able to swim through, was now completely merciless for some reason. Ange's body... plunged straight into the darkness below.

Bernkastel just watched the scene play out in silence... Behind her, men in black suits rushed up to the fence, clutching it and screaming...




What fools. If you jumped straight down from this height, do you really think such a flimsy safety net could possibly save you...?

Ange's body... fell from the skyscraper-like bookshelf and slammed against the floor of the City of Books. Looking down from Bernkastel's balcony, which was as high as a skyscraper's roof, could it have looked like a lovely, red pressed flower?
It couldn't have looked like anything. Just like how the death of a single lonely girl who rejected the world... didn't matter to anyone in the world. She probably died instantly. It was only natural. She had fallen straight down from this height, after all. Is it even conceivable that she wouldn't die instantly after something like that?
The index finger on the right hand of her corpse stuck out, as though it was tracing something. Could it be that, by some impossible miracle, she really had escaped an instant death? And could the red blood that had drained from her on the moment of her death... have been the ink that drew her own personal red truth? However, no one would ever be able to tell what she had written. After all, the red blood pouring from her corpse had run over it all.

EVA was looking down at the beautiful flower of blood radiating from Ange's corpse.

The eyes on Ange's corpse... were closed. However, there was no way of knowing if this was a peaceful thing. Eventually, the corpse began to melt away. At the end, it had become a messy lump of flesh, with only a few parts recognizable as human. It was hardly surprising. How else would she look after falling from that height... and slamming against the asphalt?




In Bernkastel's hands was the key, which had lost its magic when Ange had made her decision, and the Book of the Single Truth, which had been locked up again.

After looking down one more time, Bernkastel vanished. Once she had gone, EVA summoned some cat familiars and ordered them to clean up. The black cats gathered Ange's flesh and scattered limbs and threw them into a tin bucket.

Perhaps 'living' is a poor description. She... was unable to die. From now on, forever. She would drift along in the deepest depths of oblivion, covered by the dust of oblivion, until she finally... disappeared.
She continued to question herself. What did the truth mean to her? What was right, and where was the place she could call home...? As her flesh began to cool, even the energy to ask these questions... began to fade... Eventually, she would forget her everyday memories, and even the reason why she was suffering. However, there was one thing she would never forget. That was... the anguish. From this point forth, she would suffer endlessly without even knowing why.

