Chapter 111
Chapter 111
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 111
Chapter Title: The Web of Words
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And so, the sum of those words, the intricate threads of thought, had become the bridge that Beonald had crossed with his gaze.
And so, the threads and the weave together had turned the wheel of Beonald’s mind, which had been spinning in the void of silence.
Each individual spoke to each other, but the whole was more than the sum of its parts—the bridge had been forged not by a single utterance but by the silent, interwoven strands that had been laid down long before.
“And so, you see… we have woven a tapestry whose threads are so tightly braided that even the slightest tug might unravel the entire weave?”
“Right? No, not right. That is not how the weave works….”
“You see, the weave is not a simple rope that can be pulled taut. The silence between the words is as much a part of the weave as the words themselves. Our situation is special indeed, but the threads are so many that even the slightest silence might be the very knot that holds it all together.”
The weave was a complex tapestry, and the threads were many and tightly bound.
And so, the threads were indeed the very weave that Beonald had crafted with such care—and in this way, time itself had become the loom upon which the gaze was hung.
“Yes, yes, perhaps it is possible to weave a tapestry so tight that it cannot be unwound without tearing the whole.”
“That which is woven is not simply a rope that can be pulled taut. But….”
“But?”
“But the weave is