Chapter 72 Main Story (Continued from Chapter 68) Cloud Library
Amidst the layers of floating white clouds, there floated rectangular blocks that looked as clear and transparent as crystal.
The blocks are all the same size, one after another, winding upwards and disappearing into the higher clouds, making it impossible to see the end.
Celine couldn't help but marvel at the rationale behind the transparent staircase.
Indeed, such scientifically controlled light transmittance is necessary to effectively conceal traces.
Her expectations for the existence of the cloud library have risen even higher.
She can even ignore people dating around her.
The person who acts as the eyes while counting the stairs for the blind man enjoys the experience, and the little blind man, listening attentively and creating images in his mind, also feels happy.
Buster's voice is very hypocritical and mild, and his target audience is limited to Reinhardt.
He always unconsciously smiled, pinching Reinhardt's fingers, rubbing the other's cute fingertips as he led him forward, pointing out the direction of the stairs.
“Start from here, layer by layer.” Buster led him upwards.
Reinhardt paused as his outstretched fingertips touched the cool mist, but then he heard Buster chuckle softly beside him.
He's being a jerk again.
But for some reason, this little mischief made Reinhardt feel at ease.
The great gods chose to forgive this wicked fellow, and under his guidance, they felt more at ease and boldly stroked the drifting, cool clouds in front of them.
The wispy white mist gently kissed his fingertips, leaving a lasting impression of coolness.
However, after playing for only a short while, Buster took Reinhardt's hand back.
The cloud layer is cold; touching it for a short while will be fine, but touching it any longer could cause frostbite.
Celine, who witnessed the whole thing: "..."
It's so uncomfortable to watch acquaintances dating.
Feeling a bit overwhelmed, the silver-haired woman volunteered, "I'll scout ahead."
Then, without looking back, he stepped onto the first floating, transparent staircase.
Contrary to expectations, these steps are not fixed in one place like rigid blocks. Instead, each step is flexible, and your feet sink into them the moment you step on them.
If you step on it too hard or land too heavily, the transparent ladder will sink.
Buster, with his large and burly build, was at a disadvantage at this moment, and almost fell to the bottom when he stepped on the first step.
With no other option, he could only run forward as fast as he could, and before the stairs could react, he could quickly reach the other side.
Celine was leading the way, initially proceeding cautiously, but when she noticed the leader running at breakneck speed behind her, she was startled and immediately quickened her pace.
Then, in an aerial ballet, two half-human figures left afterimages.
The higher you go on the stairs, the colder it gets. Later versions of the cloud ladder were completely hidden in the clouds, and because of their transparent and colorless material, they were almost impossible to spot with the naked eye.
Reinhardt felt a gust of wind billowing under her long skirt, and a chilly breeze seeped in from beneath, making her instinctively lean against Buster's shoulder.
Buster, moved by a sudden inspiration, completely embraced the man, shielding him from most of the chill, and then focused intently on finding the ladder.
Unexpectedly, after nestling into his arms, Reinhardt slowly raised his hand and pointed out several directions in the same gesture Buster had used to hold his hand.
Buster's heart stirred slightly, and without saying a word, he jumped to the location Reinhardt had indicated.
Sure enough, Reinhardt was pointing out the steps for him.
When he can see, he is his eye.
When he cannot see, he is his guiding light.
After a long time, Buster finally broke through the clouds and landed steadily on a piece of land that was floating in the sky.
Looking at the towering building in front of him, Buster's first concern was Reinhardt's fingers.
He gently rubbed it in his palm and asked in a voice only the two of them could hear.
Does it hurt?
His fingers were a little bluish, and they felt cold to the touch.
Reinhardt, wearing a lady's hat, turned her head to him and obediently curved her lips into a smile.
...Oh, my holy father's old swan!
cute!
Buster watched his wife laugh blankly, and finally couldn't resist leaning over to kiss her lips.
Celine, who had unknowingly fallen behind them, saw this scene and inexplicably felt a sense of motherly relief.
From what we've seen so far, the leader is actually a very reliable man; perhaps the women are overthinking things.
Everyone has their own destiny. She thought, it's their life to live, and as long as they're happy, that's all that matters.
Thinking this, Celine's gaze was drawn to a building further away, and she couldn't help but linger there.
A colossal palace built entirely of clouds, pure white, showing no trace of anything related to the mortal world. Even without the obscuring clouds below, and visible to the naked eye, no one would discover its true secret.
The somewhat plain walls were gilded by the sunlight, like an ancient and melodious song, simple yet full of weight.
This is the cloud library.
Celine couldn't help but become obsessed with it.
Her gaze followed the wall structure outwards, and suddenly met the eyes of a man who was cleaning under the tall and thick door of the library, looking visibly surprised.
Celine was also taken aback for a moment, but she came to her senses after the latter's broom hit the ground.
The latter, unsteady on his feet, staggered as he ran into the library through the open door.
Buster and Celine exchanged a glance, neither showing any aggression towards drawing their weapons. Reinhardt also silently slipped off Buster's arm and stood obediently to the side.
Led by the Storm Leader, with Celine bringing up the rear and Reinhardt protected in the middle, the three of them headed towards the cloud-like structure.
The gate, three times the height of Buster Hill, stood wide open. Light slanted in from behind, stretching the shadows of the Storm Leader, the Son of God, and the Mechanic infinitely.
All they could see were books. All the walls in the library, even the entrance hall, were blocked by layers of heavy bookshelves, forming a terrifying sea of books.
Buster glanced around and found the hall almost empty. But as he prepared to step closer, a slightly aged voice suddenly came from somewhere.
"Wait a moment, distinguished guests."
Where is that sound coming from? It's quite close.
Thinking this, the Storm Leader took a step forward. Instantly, a small figure rolled away from his feet.
After crashing into the wall of books, the thing made a dull thud and lay there groaning.
"You...you! How can you be so rude!"
Buster then realized that the person he had kicked away was actually a shrunken old man.
That's a bit too impolite.
Knowing he was in the wrong, the bandit leader wasn't so despicable as to quickly run over and help the old man up.
The old man, dressed in white and with gray hair, was initially fuming, but he froze when he caught sight of Reinhardt.
His wrinkled eyes were wide open, and Reinhardt's figure was reflected in his cloudy pupils, as if he were seeing some incredible illusion.
The air seemed to freeze at that moment.
Reinhardt stood quietly at the intersection of light and shadow, his head slightly tilted. A few strands of shimmering blond hair fell from beneath the black lace brim of his hat, contrasting sharply with his fair, almost translucent skin.
The fitted long dress perfectly outlined his slender figure, and the delicate lace embellishments on the neckline and cuffs made him look like a meticulously crafted work of art.
My gaze lingered on Reinhardt, the amazement and shock lingering for a long time, as if I were not seeing a visitor, but a sacred scene described in an ancient book, a scene that should only exist in legends.
The old man's lips moved as if he wanted to say something. The elegant and beautiful "visitor," however, seemed to sense something, raised her head, and looked up at the top of the library.
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Author's Note: Buster: From now on, I'll act like a jerk just to make Reinhardt happy!
Reinhardt: ...Thank you.
Celine/Victoria/Madanna (gritting her teeth): Thank you!
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