A Life From AI

Disappeared

"A –apa ... you said earlier, Sira?" tanya Afra widened her eyes and felt a shock.

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"Hm? Which was? It says it or—"

"Not that one, but when you say another word from 'Lyvie'," Afra's cut makes Sira understand.

"Oh, 'Viely'!"

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Better to see something else.

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Still on a morning that was not radiant, but now it was near noon although still not as bright as fire. Dark, white clouds appeared there, closing and dripping cold water droplets.

Puddles were created, but quickly flowed through the cracks of the street rocks. The sound of singing like an orchestra was heard from the falling water grains. Cool and soothing, even though making the listener must shut themselves.

There was no one on the streets of the city, only a void filled with the tones of rainwater. All residents have entered and are silent in the house and existing buildings. Sit down and watch every second it rains.

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Cameras are also focused on this building, namely the library.

"Snack."

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One word had just come out of the mouth of one of the visitors who was among the bookshelves. Shrewd yet sharp, though no one heard but the pronunciation. Yeah, because there's only the pronouncer there.

Saying to be heard alone, may be a little strange, but it is indeed the reality. Bookcases that look unkempt and are quite dusty. Although the color of the wood is still clearly visible, still.

"Can't be no in—"

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"Yes, it's not here, Aura."

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The sound of a wet tone was getting more and more audible, but it was instead creating a sense of silence. The grains of water were still being lowered by the clouds and made everything wet. Until no one dares to get out of the shelter building.

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The other tone sounded faster and louder, along with a visible glint coloring the dark sky of noon. Some residents looked out or looked up, thought and began to realize something.

"Well, it looks like we're stuck here" Sira said, complaining again and breathing deeply as a sign of boredom.

"I –Iya, it seems so." Afra answered even though Sira's words weren't questions. His views are still focused on the book, even though it has moved to another page.

Although his mind is still in the shadows of the word 'Viely', he tries to stay calm and eliminate the bad thoughts. Real thoughts are like that premonition.

"Hm." Sira began to stare and read the writing on the page sheet of Afra's book. There were a few words that could be read by him, while the rest were ….

"What the hell is that writing? I couldn't read it despite having seen the memories over and over again," Sira's mind was upset.

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There are several languages that can be used as magic spells.'

"Eh?"

"What's up, Sira?" Afra looked at Sira who looked surprised.

"B –nothing! We continue reading it!"

Afra just gave a small nod and returned her eyes to her book, as did Sira. Even so, Sira's expression looked surprised and thought of something else.

A cold sweat was seen coming out on Sira's face, golden eyes without a cold chill piercing. Sira was completely shocked by something, but it seemed that Afra was unaware of it.

Not about Sira's surprise, but if it turns out Sira can read the writing in her book. Yes, even though he knew it was nothing to think about. Is this book not for everyone to read? That's his mind now.

'A language that can be used as a magic spell.

One, everyday language. Only a few creatures use it because it is less effective and easy to read movement.

Two, Aoi language. This language is an easy category to pronounce, but its users are only a few creatures. More people use this language than any other language.

Three, Franco. The language most of its users were not of the witch race. This is because the mana in the witch's body is not strong enough to cast spells with this language. This belongs to the category impossible for the witch race.

Four, Espa.

Lima, Deus language.

Six, Irgis.

Seven, Pyceryse language.

Four, five and six are the common languages used by witches. The seventh language is a very rare language and is usually not spoken directly.'

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Afra raised her eyebrows next door and showed a question mark on her head. His eyes were still staring at the book that still had writing there. Sira just stood still and scratched her own head out of incomprehension.

"Akhs! I don't understand!" sira complained while ruffling her hair.

Afra just kept quiet and didn't think too much about what Sira was doing. He still gave himself a question mark. Questioning about the book he was still staring at.

The book was closed and his vision became focused on the cover. Ancient and shabby-looking, but it holds a pretty strange mystery. Although considered useless, but actually this is very useful. It's just ….

"Although the name of the language has been written, but why ... there is no sample spell? Is it because it's secret enough?" inner Afra wondered to herself.

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The sound of breathing again sounded and it made Afra immediately turn to the source of the sound. Sira was the source of the sound and now she was breathing out boredom.

"Hoaaam, I'll just go, okay?" Sira began to rise from her seat, but Afra quickly grabbed Sira's hand.

Sira stared lazily at Afra's face, "what?"

"Aura" said Afra who could still be heard clearly by Sira.

"Huh?"

Without caring for Sira, Afra began to take a standing position and immediately pulled Sira away from the seat. The ancient book on the table instantly vanished engulfed in the blue-colored flame light that was a form of AI.

Yes, that light was the light that Afra put out in order for the book to enter into his dimension. The dimension where he used to meet the alter. However, the more important thing now is …

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"K –you, Iliy—"

An irresistible voice could still be heard even if it was only for the two magicians there. The female witch in the servant clothes who was covering the mouth of the witch girl in a robe, just the two of them.

"Sweird, but interesting. You still have memories of me, but not of the girl" said the maid-clothed sorceress as she kept the cloaked witch's mouth shut.

The witch girl could only thrash around and try to make a loud noise out of her mouth. The bookshelves were unkempt and full of dust, and there was no one there.

There was only her and that witch.

"Akh!" The witch girl immediately took a breath even though it had to be intermittent. The female witch had just released her hand that covered her mouth.

"You ... what ... you're planning!" firmly the witch girl was trying to regulate her already disjointed breath.

A smile was created on the face of the female witch. His red eyes instantly shone, shining in the darkness where the two were. Flanked by two bookshelves with a height of about two and a half meters, dusty and dirty. Dark is silent.

There were only two witches there.

"Make you disappear for a moment, Aura!"