With Bologue’s support, Palr cautiously stepped over the doorway, his feet touching the solid floor, as the fragrance of daisies flowed from between the bookshelves, the flickering light warming his face.
The great library was extrely quiet, an ancient and stale aura emanating from the pages, as Ewen walked through this familiar chamber, his fingertips brushing over the spines, dusting away the particles between the cracks.
Following the path in his mory, Ewen pulled out an ancient book, opened its pages, and neatly written were the stories Ewen had once lived.
This was one of Ewen’s many diaries; he had always had the habit of keeping a diary, needing sothing to prove the authenticity of his mories.
Ewen was certain this wasn’t his real Daisy Castle but a fake illusion simulated by Joyful Garden, yet he didn’t expect Joyful Garden to mimic things buried deep within his mory.
Casually tossing the diary aside, Ewen began to search for blankets and a dicine chest using the traces in his mory. In this huge castle, aside from the dungeon area, the library was where Ewen spent most of his ti, letting other areas be buried by dust and vines.
When Dudel ca to interview him, he once suspected whether anyone lived in this castle, with vast stretches of vines crawling over the bricks, as if it had been abandoned a long ti ago, yet under the stained glass of the library, a gentle light still swayed.
"Ah..."
Palr let out a mournful sigh, tears swirling in his eyes while Bologue, evidently baffled by Palr’s odd behavior, placed him on a nearby chair before turning to drag Hart.
With Bologue’s help, Hart was lifted effortlessly. The library’s space was vast, and Hart had a thick fur coat, which Bologue laid flat on one side.
Hart’s brow furrowed, his limbs twitching occasionally, trapped in a nightmare that refused to relent.
Finding a suitable angle, Bologue placed Gold’s card on the shelf so that it perfectly overlooked the group.
Ewen handed over a blanket to the group, "There are no beds here. I usually wrap myself in a blanket and sleep here."
"This is your library and also your workspace?"
Bologue accepted the blanket, noticing the work table on the other end of the library, a typewriter atop it, and manuscripts piled into mounds, so blank as snow, others filled with dense writing.
"I have always lived alone," Ewen gazed up at the library’s ceiling, dusty glass do adorned with leaves, fracturing the light into countless pieces. "This castle is a bit too large for , so I usually just nestle here."
Bologue surveyed between the bookshelves, "Not just that, right?"
"There’s a dungeon below the castle, another workspace of mine, where most of my research on the Extraordinary World happens."
Ewen candidly revealed his secrets, feeling that there was nothing in this part that needed concealing.
"Speaking of which, that was many years ago, when I was young, sowhat famous, and had made a bit of money."
Ewen recounted his past, "I acted very carefully. To avoid being discovered, I bought this nearly abandoned castle. Initially, my research had no progress, but one day, soone invaded my castle.
I thought she was a robber, but actually, she was a demon."
Ewen recalled the woman, thinking she could wield him, yet all these years, Ewen hadn’t even morized her na. She was rely a tool, her hollow body holding no allure for Ewen.
"She was a turning point, through her I learned a lot of knowledge, then like a psychopathic killer, I specifically targeted demons, imprisoning them in the dungeon."
At this point, Ewen suddenly laughed, "Honestly, the stories I write could be considered adaptations of real events."
"And then?" Bologue asked, "You discovered the existence of immortality and pursued it."
"Sothing like that."
Ewen sifted through the bookshelves, pulling out a simply bound manuscript, handing it to Palr.
"What’s this?"
Palr took the manuscript with curiosity, flipping through a few pages.
"The first draft of my new book, I haven’t thought of a na yet. You can take a look and give so suggestions."
Ewen’s deanor was extrely casual, as if it wasn’t the draft of a new book but rather a children’s book to pacify botherso kids.
In an instant, Palr felt the light draft grow unbearably heavy, his hands started to shake, and even his voice trembled.
Palr nearly broke into tears, "Are you... are you serious?"
"What else?"
Ewen continued, "Even though I said if I got a Wish Card, I would wish for you to leave, that hope is still too slim."
Palr took a deep breath, understanding Ewen’s aning, but he still resisted the urge to open the book, placing it aside.
"No... this is blasphemy!"
Palr beca agitated and attempted to stand, Aimou slapped him on the head, "Behave."
Aimou cut the cloth from Palr’s wound, bandaging his injuries. According to the rule book, after they wake up, they should recover significantly and start a new round of penance.
"It’s okay, it’s okay," Ewen smiled, "I already said it’s just a draft. If we manage to get out alive, I would revise it several more tis."
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