The Forgotten Sage

It had been quite some time. It had been several months since I met the man known as the Chairman, the former head of the Lemegeton.

Honestly, he wasn't someone I remembered well. I knew he was once called a Sage, but we had no connection. He'd been backstabbed by Jurgen and died during our first meeting.

The only thing I really remembered was that he was practically Livia's adoptive father. And that his reason for founding the Lemegeton began with just one book.

From a third-person perspective, it was a rather ridiculous reason. To be so afraid of words written in a book no one knew or had ever read, that he'd try to side with the Demons. It would be more reasonable to assume he'd simply gone mad, caught in some strange delusion.

That's why he was called a madman by the public. It was only natural. A book whose reality no one knew was no different from an illusion. It was like betting his entire fortune on the Doomsday Theory.

But now, at this very moment, that book, which had only existed in stories, had actually appeared.

Thanks to that, I stared at the book Sephiroth was holding for a long time. It certainly looked alien, as if it didn't belong to this world.

“Do you know what “Lemegeton” means?”

As I stared blankly at the book, Sephiroth opened her mouth.

“I heard it once when the Chairman was still alive. The true meaning of our Order, in the Demon Realm language, is “small key.” So, this book itself is a key.”...