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The Index Proselyte: 【Paper Slip】: Faust's Story
1 scenes, 70 lines
1. The Index Proselyte: 【Paper Slip】: Faust's Story
70 lines【To Faust】
【Consume your vocal cords, boiled for 14 seconds in simmering salt water, as part of your dinnertime meal】
.......
Will you be all right?
It is the Will of the Prescript. I merely ensure that it is fulfilled.
... There seem to be more Prescripts of this sort lately.
Last time, a Proselyte received a Prescript telling them to grill their own head medium-rare and serve it to their neighbor...
Does that not make you... scared?
The Prescript knows it all.
And consequently, Faust, who submits to the Prescript, is equivalent to knowing it all.
As such, there can be no place for fear.
【To Faust】
【Access the Gesellschaft and convert three unknown things into known things】
Once again, they refused to engage me, saying that there is nothing to discuss with a blindfolded Faust.
And yet, their inability to lower my access right or revoke it completely... must owe to the fact that I am a Faust who follows the Prescript.
So be it. So long as information remains available, the Prescript's execution will proceed unhindered.
"The Index's Fabric... is woven by looms..."
Hmm... fabrics are, obviously, made by machines such as looms.
If such mundane knowledge was recorded... then it is highly possible that the "looms" mentioned must conceal an alternate meaning.
... But just in case, I will set aside this particular piece of information and select another three.
【To Faust】
【Within 1 week, rendezvous with other Proselytes at the intersection at Block B and walk the streets】
【Postscript: Walk by following the Proselyte who arrives last】
The texture of the slip is different.
It was given to me by a Messenger of another District.
Wait... The Prescript you received yesterday - didn't it tell you to eat your...
It is rather outdated to think that one cannot vocalize without vocal cords.
A-apologies.
That wasn't meant as a demand for apology, but... very well.
Hmm... I think I now understand how to carry out this Prescript.
Really? But it seemed... quite cryptic...
How do you plan to execute it?
... I'll tell you when we meet again.
【To Faust】
【Climb to the rooftop of a building 3 stories or higher and wave your hand while looking down for 1 minute】
A simple enough Prescript. And that is...?
I received a Prescript telling me to deliver extra fabric to you.
... It has been a while since I last received more fabric for patching.
Congratulations. If you receive it just once more, you might be able to lengthen your cloak.
Perhaps.
By the way, how did you carry out the Prescript from last time?
You said you'd tell me when we met again.
... For an entire week, I kept walking around the intersection at Block B.
I walked in a wide loop with neither a start nor finish. In that way, I was able to fulfill the Prescript even when new Proselytes joined the group.
......
The way you're progressing, the Prescript may grant you a sword of your own rather than mere fabric.
If that is where the Prescript leads me.
Got Prescript? Not much time. Need tailoring? Give fabric.
The Tailor has arrived. I must take my leave.
【To Faust】
【Enter as the third customer of the day to a restaurant that sells chickens, and leave last】
【Start a game of hide-and-seek with at least three people, then return home as the "it."】
【Read six books, then visit the District that appears in the last book read. No time limit】
This means...
【To Faust】
【Kill the liar within the alley within alleys】
It seems you haven't followed the Prescript for quite some time.
There is no other explanation as to why a Messenger's long cloak could be sliced through with such ease.
Gah...
The different texture of the paper slip. The instructions that have become too intuitive. The unlimited deadline - as though someone had intended to allow me some room for flexibility. It all seemed too convenient to be true.
It wasn't hard to deduce the liar's identity.
Ngh... W-wait!
... With this, I will be able to "kill the liar."
I... I was only undertaking the Prescript myself!
I was told to make false Prescripts and distribute them to the Proselytes... h-here, look -
Interesting. That, however, doesn't seem to be the direction to which the Prescript intended to lead you.
... What?
I mean to say that not following the Prescript could have been a way to serve its Will.
B-but... That makes no sense! That's not -
A warning, perhaps, that one must not be so easily swayed by what is visible.