âIâm going to the library to read books, so Iâll pass.â
âThe library?â
âI feel frustrated, so Iâm going to find some alchemy papers to read.â
Valletta replied appropriately with a troublesome sigh.
Gillian glanced up, perhaps because her reply was unexpected. If he looked closer, the wrinkles were indeed thicker and the eyesâ shade was deeper.
Valletta looked at Gillian. His eyes were sunken and tired. One eye was still covered with an eye patch.
âIs there a book youâre interested in?â
ââŠâŠI like Alpanaâs The Origin of Alchemy.â
Gillian, who was touching his chin, smiled.
âFor the original series, isnât it better with The Alchemy of Beginnings, by Bertas Author?â
âIâve read that one, if itâs a copy, but the thought doesnât sit well with me.â
Valletta said quickly and without the slightest hesitation.
âYou didnât learn it randomly, did you?â
Stroking his chin, Gillian evaluated Valletta lightly. Aside from the fact that she knew how to use it, her knowledge was much deeper than that of a normal alchemist. It was astonishing even for Gillian.
Not many alchemists would even look for other peopleâs books. In particular, the authors Alpana and Bertasâ books were minor.
âWhat aspect do you mean?â
âPersonally, Iâm unconditionally altruistic and service-minded⊠âŠFor example, I donât like Ramudaâs Alchemy of Salvation, but I donât like the opposite either.â
Gillianâs eyes were deeply bent. It seemed that Valletta had read many different kinds of books. If it was Ramudaâs âAlchemy of Salvation,â it was the kind Gillian didnât like either.
The logic was nonsense. The beginning of all alchemy was the ability given by God to save humans. But that logic counted as one of the best-selling alchemy books.
âI never thought Iâd see you like this.â
It would have been a great pleasure to meet Valletta as a scholar. Gillian clicked his tongue, regretting it for a long time.
âOn the other hand, Bertasâs claim is that alchemy began with human experimentation. Of course, if you examine the claims closely, you canât say theyâre wrong from the start, but even if theyâre really right, I donât really want to know.â
Valletta shrugged her shoulders. It would be more correct to say that it was the kind of thing she didnât want to know at all.
Gillian nodded. Chuckling, he scratched his eye patch.
âWasnât Bertas the object of denunciation, the demon of the alchemy world? The possession of the book itself should have been illegal in the first place. In fact, I heard that the original book has detailed materials of human experimentation.â
âThat would certainly be the case.â
âThe principal was so horrible that it would have been processed illegally several generations ago.â
âBut as I suspected, once I saw the original, I could figure out why they made this claim.â
Gillian stared at Valletta as if she was a child. Valletta, who had guessed him with narrowed brows, said, âI see,â and turned away. She didnât want to talk about this any further.
âIf you wish, you may take a look. It is in the forbidden archive of the imperial library.â
ââŠâŠ Forbidden archive?â
âYes, there are quite a few illegal books in there. It is difficult to take them out, but I can give you permission if you want.â
Valletta remained silent. As a scholar, she was curious, but she didnât want to be put off by seeing something like that for no reason.
ââŠâŠ By the way, human experimentation?â
For a moment, âLeshirâ popped into her head. A corpse brought back to life, a ghost that wandered around without dying.
Looking at it closely, Leshir might be a kind of human experiment. If it wasnât magic that brought Lesir back to life, as Reinhardt had said, then alchemy was the most likely explanation. If it was alchemy, what the hell was the purpose of putting a less-than-perfect soul into a corpse?
ââŠâŠ Then could you bring it to my room? I canât take anything out of my room anyway. Itâs safe there too.â
âIf you promise to have a cup of tea with me, Iâll do that.â
Didnât they just have a conversation? Valletta nodded instead of responding.
âIâll have someone bring it to you.â
âYes, Iâll go to the library then.â
Valletta left Gillian.
Kien led her to the library, where she checked out several unsuspecting kinds of alchemy, especially the papers and books of the ancient alchemists. Fortunately, it wasnât that difficult to take the books out of the library, as Kien mentioned Milordâs name.
After borrowing about ten books in the form of rental, Kienâs expression turned bored. Sure, it wasnât outwardly obvious because he was just as good at managing facial expressions as the Duke was. He had a look in his eyes that said, âWhat the hell?â
âIâll take it for you.â
âOh, well, Iâll just have these three books.â
Valletta picked up three of the books and handed them to Kien, who stared at them and then suddenly lifted the remaining seven books.
Valletta nodded her head and stepped aside after being slightly convinced. Kien walked briskly toward her room, as if the books were not too heavy.
âArenât you afraid?â
âWhat is it?â
âHis Majesty is a scary man. He will be merciless. But you are not afraid at all.â
As he walked up the stairs, Kienâs voice was blunt. There wasnât much emotion in his voice. Of course, there were no mixed feelings of sympathy, so Valletta shrugged lightly.
âThey say that if you feel strongly from a young age that youâre going to die if you donât do something, you develop a strong heart.â
âWhat do you mean?â
âOh, weâre here. You donât have to come anymore.â
Valletta took the books from Kien and went to her room, grunting. As she put the book down on the bed, she looked at Kien, who was waiting outside the open door.
âWhat do you mean I donât have to come anymore?â
âI mean you wonât have to escort me in the future. Go get some rest.â
Valletta closed the door behind her. There was an old book on the desk that she seemed to have forgotten about. The paper was so yellowed and discolored that she was afraid the paper would shatter even if She put her hand on it.
âIâm too tired to sleep anyway, so I might as well read until midnight today.â
She didnât want to wake up in a cold sweat, and she didnât want to open her eyes feeling like she was falling into a deep hole. Sleeping soundly while she was held in the palace seemed to be a regretful thing to do. Fortunately, there was water in the room, and notebooks and pens. There was also a candle, so there wouldnât be any evidence remaining if she burned them after writing.
Valletta leaned her back against the bed and sat down on the rug floor. She raised her knees and put the book on top of it. She carefully flipped the cover of the heavy book and slowly skimmed through the contents. Her movements, slow at first, became faster and faster the more she got into the book. The reading that began in the afternoon continued late into the night, until the moon rose.
***
âUghâŠâŠ.â
Her eyes were heavy and blurry. When she reached the last page, she slowly raised her head. There were certainly a lot of papers and books of various types, probably because it was at the palace.
âWhat time is it?â
Seeing the moon rise, it seemed like it was just past midnight
She squeezed her stiff eyes with her hands. The blurred vision slowly returned to its original position.
âOhâŠâŠâ
She slowly lowered her head.
âJin, come out.â
Tiredly, she leaned her neck back, and the back of her head reached the mattress of the bed. She let out a long breath. It was fine when she was engrossed in her book, but when she looked up again, it was reality.
<Do I look like a pet that you can call and put back whenever you want?>
âNo, Iâm sorryâŠâŠâ
She rubbed her forehead against her knees as she slowly held her arms around her knees. At the sign of Valletta, who seemed tired and exhausted, Jin quietly sat on her shoulder, coughing.
<Hmm, are you okay?>
âYes, the Emperorâs officeâŠ.. Can you see if there is anyone in the office with the dragon painting on the second corridor on the first floor?â
<I just take a look?>
âIâll have to think very carefully about how to get there.â
She had to find out what the Emperor had hidden in his office. Valletta furrowed her brows wearily.
<When it comes to moving, itâs the water spiritâs specialty. They can go anywhere there is water. If itâs on the ground, land spirits are perfect.>
âRight? Nerade.â
<Hi.>
Nerade, who smiled brightly, suddenly showed her face. Valletta nodded. She slowly swept her face and stood up. The only thing left was Bertasâ papers about that human experiment.
âIf Jin says thereâs no one, would you mind moving me to him?â
âOf course. Itâs a simple matter of building water on both sides.â
Clap!
Nerade, who clapped her hands cheerfully, gave Valletta fist-sized drops of water like last time.
Jin hit Nerade, who burst into laughter, with his wings.
<Youâre so loud. Canât you be a little more careful? I thought you are a senior spirit.>
<This old man is really nitpicking! I guess thatâs why heâs not popular!>
<What is it? This genie with no water in his hair and no drynessâŠâŠ!>
Valletta stared blankly at the fight between the two spirits with blurry eyes. She rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand.
âWhat am I looking at now?â
As if they heard the sneer that escaped from between her lips, Nerade and Jin looked at Vallettaâs expression and sneaked out of sight.
As the two spirits disappeared, Valletta pushed the pile of books to the side. She carefully stood up with water droplets in her hands.
At the same time, the droplets hit her like a quick wave. It swallowed her whole, from head to toes.
The size of a fistful of droplets was already enough to cover her. Her purple eyes slowly closed. The droplet of water that swallowed her became a little smaller and disappeared in the blink of an eye.