Trinitas Mundus

In the 4030 calendar year of Tria, at the western edge of the continent of Tria, the deepest part of the royal palace - commonly known as the "Silver Palace" - of Wiltus, the holy capital of the Holy Kingdom of Eust Lucidus.

"Damn! Arklight! We're pulling!

Two knights in silver plate mails run through the garden of the palace of White Ash stained with dusk.

Behind them were dozens of demons chasing them. Its demons were asymmetrical from left to right, like abstract paintings, mounted disregarding the size and position of parts of the human body, eyes, mouth, hands and feet, and making everyone look ugly with physiological disgust.

And I didn't see any emotions in the eyes of the demons. But it was a vain eye that gave despair to those who saw its eyes.

The two knights, who had lost many of their companions but had fled, were on their way to a room while damaging the chasing demons with swords and spears.

"Arklight, this is my last order. I'll stop them here. Your Majesty, protect the royal family."

The young knight, called Archlight,

"But... the captain protects His Majesty..."

Where he has said that, the Knight of the Song blocks his words.

"We don't have time to argue! First of all, you can't stop me!

And the knight waved his sword and said, "Out of the way! Just go!" he yelled.

Ray Arklight tried to disprove the words, but when he ascertained the imminent situation of the demons, he gave the knight a salute and silently ran down the corridor of White Asia.

The remaining knight smiles invincibly after dropping him off.

"I'm not going through here! I will not let you near your majesty!

He shook his sword and dozens of bodies penetrated toward the demons who were there.

Ray didn't turn around. Because if I turned around, I would hesitate to let my beloved senior go to his death by himself, and I was going to follow him.

(You can't disobey the captain's last order... you can't even face the fellows who died to let me escape... Protecting Your Majesty is what pays back to the captains...)

Desperately indulging in his floating tears, he enters the room where the magical formation of transfer magic is depicted.

(His Majesty should have already arrived in Gilsor - a kingdom on the eastern island. Nobody after me...... if you don't destroy the magic formation at the same time as the transfer......)

He lit the floor with flammable materials for emergency use that he had kept in the dim room - oil that he had placed to avoid tracking. The flames spread all at once, and when they entered the magic formations depicted in the center of the room, the oil burned with melameras and the room was as bright as day.

When he begins to cast a forwarding magic spell, the magic formations shine white. It's a sign that the transfer magic is starting.

That's when a heavy impact ran on his head.

An object the size of a person fell from the ceiling.

He was concentrating on preparing for the transfer magic, and he didn't realize that the object - a kind of chaotic demon that was outside earlier - was going to fall.

"Hey, what? Damn it! You were here too..."

He desperately tries to rip off the demon, but the power of both arms (or whatever) of the demon is different in length and thickness is stronger than he thought.

The demon stretches tentacled objects one after the other towards his head.

Numerous tentacles pierce his forehead, ears, back of his head, etc. exposed from his helmet, and he screams in severe pain.

"Oh! No, don't! Don't eat my soul! Stop it!"

The alien demon was supposed to devour people's memories. In fact, all that was rescued after the demons attacked them had lost their memories and even their emotions.

He pulls out his sword and pierces the demon, but the tentacles of the demon devour more into his head as he sheds a suspicious light.

(No... if we don't rewrite the magic formation before we die... Your Majesty as it is... the people of my country...)

He pulls through the spear he carries on his back in his disappearing consciousness and scrapes some of the magic formation. Some of the magic formations written in special letters disappeared, and the white, shining magic formations suddenly lost their power.

(This will not activate the transfer magic...... Captain, excuse me. Couldn't keep orders...... at least take him on the road just this guy......)

Squeeze the last force in your fading consciousness and magic into the spear you have switched to your right hand.

Then the spear emits a light that is just dazzling, and its light stretches toward the demon.

The demon was pierced by its white light, making a noise of gobbles and sprinkling blood, but the tentacles continued to glow suspiciously as they stretched.

He falls straight to the floor, his eyes gradually losing power.

The demon that was attached to him was also speared through by the clap on which he fell, desperate.

In the room where one and one finished their raw, the oil scattered on the floor burns further.

The flame was about to burn him and the demons down and purify everything.

The arrowheads that seemed so, in that room where no one was supposed to be alive, once the light had gone out the magic formation began to shine again. And Ray Arklight's body is wrapped in silver light, eventually completely wrapped in light.

The light abruptly subsided and once again only the red flame was illuminating. But only demonic bodies were left there, and there were no bodies of the young man known as Ray Arklight.

Without anyone noticing this fact, the room was burned down by fire, every magic formation.

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This is a local city not so big in the Kanto region.

One day in March when my skin is still cold.

Small and seemingly, middle school students are likely to make mistakes, but the young man almost 19 years old, Saint (Hijiri) Rei, had a busy day preparing for his current impending college life.

(You take longer to prepare than I thought. I should have been ready sooner...)

I decided on a boarding house near the university, had procedural relations, etc., and later I was just supposed to organize what I would take to the boarding house, but it took longer than I thought to confirm when sorting my luggage.

(As for taking this book, what's this one about? ……

Every time I found his favorite light novel books, weapons and magic databases, etc., there were piles of such books all around him.

I should have started in the morning, but I finally finished organizing the book by the time I got dinner because the sun started tilting and I kept doing that until it was a little dim.

(Phew. Have you finally finished organizing your book? You pack your computer later. In the meantime, shall I take a backup of the data)

He starts the computer and takes a backup of the data.

(Ah! That's the novel I was writing last year... I miss it. How far did you write that?

He opens a file called Trinitas (God of Heaven, Earth and Man) Mundus (World), a virgin whose writing had been suspended for the exam.

His work is the story of a so-called transworldly reincarnation of a high school girl into a land of swords and magic.

The content was that the protagonist, an ace in the bow, would be reincarnated into the hunter's house in a small village in the narrow confines of the great power and, after ordeal, would live using the bow arms and modern knowledge.

The story was written until the end of her girlhood.

Her village is attacked by demons, only one survives and is saved by adventurers who come to rescue her.

The adventurer picked her up and decided to live with her. In despair, she was encouraged by an adventurous man and was about to become independent.

I was interrupting where the conversation had gone so far.

(Was the city set to be attacked by demons after this? The plot... is that it? Where'd you get mixed up?

He looks for the plot but doesn't have a file name like it in the folder.

(Is that it? Did you erase it by mistake? Does it open depending on the allowance because I'm concerned? …)

He opens the file gradually with allowances, but I can't find the plot.

And I found a file named “Transfer Settings," and I said, "Was this the name?," he double-clicked the icon in that file.

At that moment, suddenly the computer screen shines bright white and his room is wrapped in that light.

"Wow! What!?

He raises a surprise voice at the light, but fell off the chair, sitting so much light that he thought there was physical pressure, that he lost consciousness as it was.

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Thanksgiving woke me up with the smell of damp grass trees that I never smelled in my room.

(What happened? My computer suddenly glowed...... I can't remember......)

He still shakes his head as if his consciousness is hazy.

(Heavy head... why are you wearing a helmet?

He realizes he is wearing a helmet because of the discomfort he remembers when he shook his head.

And I also noticed that my hand was wearing metal protective gear when I raised my hand near my face to remove the helmet.

He rushes to check his body.

(What is that, a gauntlet?... He's wearing a plate armor, and a sword on his hips... Who put on these cosplay costumes...)

He gets up confused and confirms himself.

At first I thought it was a cosplay-like sticky armor, but when I tapped it lightly, it turned out to be unexpectedly thick, full-fledged armor.

But it doesn't feel as heavy as it is in knowledge, and it's lighter than I thought. That's why I didn't feel like it was real.

(But where the hell am I? It's called a cosplay-like costume, it's too clumsy for a joke......)

He looks around slowly.

There are many large trees with a diameter of more than one metre, and the impression that the leakage date is by the way strong, but overall, it seems like it will. On the ground there are rocks covered in green moss, tall shrubs and grass like sheep teeth, but no artifacts are found.

(Where am I? Are you dreaming? Take a deep breath and calm down. Let's remember what happened......)

He traces his memory desperately to try to grasp the situation, but all he can remember is that he was looking at the computer in his room.

(My name is... Holy Communion. Age is eighteen, nineteen in two months...... I was packing to get into a university in Tokyo...... I was going to back up my computer data to sort out the "Trinitas Mundus" file...... I can't remember from here......)

He looks around himself again.

At that time, I felt something different and thought of the cause of the discomfort.

(High line of sight position? There is no comparison, but I feel somewhat tall...)

His height was a little over one hundred and sixty centimeters, and he was the lower one.

I don't know exactly how expensive it is because there is no comparable object, but I felt it was more than twenty centimeters high.

And I'll keep checking to see who I am.

He also wears a silver plate armor with leg armor such as the same color femoral armor Cuis, and a white cape on his leather boot.

The skin visible from the gap in the armor was white, like white skin.

Then, on the left hip, there is a straight sword about a meter, the so-called long sword, and a spear about two meters long falls at his feet.

The spears were all made of silver and silver metal, including a pattern, with a cross-shaped tip about thirty centimetres long.

(If it's not a dream, is it a different world trip? You're reincarnated because your body's someone else? No way...... hahahahahaha......)

I was beginning to think that the senses were vivid for dreams and unlikely for dreams.

He searches for pockets, bags, etc. to check his belongings, but he has no luggage other than spears around him, nor bags such as backpacks.

(All I have is weapons and protective equipment... no food, no water... that's fine with me if I dream. Assuming it's real...... let's move anyway. The only way to live is to find people and get help......)

He unexpectedly switched to realistic thinking quickly. What would I do when writing a novel, what I always thought might have led me to that thought.

Of course, he has no survival experience, and the only means of getting food that he knows of in the Indoor system is the knowledge gained in the book.

He began wandering through the woods saying that he could not rely on such vague knowledge.