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This story takes place in Florence in 1348. The Black Death had just ended. Two thirds of the people in the city died. The living knelt in churches to thank God. They don't know that the truly terrible thing is yet to come. An old scribe. A child who cannot speak. A silver tip pen that writes on its own. This is their story. It's also about something behind a wall that has been locked for two hundred years and finally waited for someone to open the door. No need to know Latin. All you need to know is: those words you can't understand are the walls talking. It is the pen that speaks. A being created by humans and imprisoned by humans for two hundred years, he finally learned to feel guilty.

In the past, the sky was clear, the earth was peaceful, and the gods were spiritual. One is Tao. Living in a different universe, he obtained the Dao Fruit of War. After accidentally returning to the home universe, will he be accepted? This is a newcomer's first work, so I will write it carefully, and I hope that my writing skills will improve in the process!