вЂњвЂ¦ Master Juvol is not going to like that explanation.вЂќ вЂњSomething to ease my nagging mindвЂ¦ perhaps some sort of truth?вЂќ Nylen grinned, catching the seething interest hidden by KeralвЂ™s mask of logic. What exactly are you looking for, and what is so important that we had to search the Locked Library?вЂќ Master Keral questioned, seeing that the headmaster would not budge on such decisions. If there are any clues that can correspond with others in these writings, I will need them here so that I can access them whenever I wish.вЂќ вЂњAbsolutely not.вЂќ With a swift response, the old man firmly refused. Why not just return the ones youвЂ™ve already gone through?вЂќ IвЂ™m also certain Master Borus will agree with me in saying that this sort of environment is bad for your health. You can barely maneuver through this room with all these things lying about. Tell her IвЂ™ll return the books,вЂќ Nylen flipped another page and skimmed its contents. вЂњThatвЂ¦ is not a subject for discussion, nor is it the point of my words.вЂќ

The sudden and completely extraneous question gave Keral pause.

I canвЂ™t even recall the last time she was this worried about someone.вЂќ The headmaster retorted as he turned back to the object of his focus. She was very vocal about it when I picked these up.вЂќ Seeing that the desk was already full, Keral laid the new batch of old texts atop a small stack of papers. вЂњNot to mention, Master Juvol is quite stressed that you are taking books from the Locked Library without returning them. Remember?вЂќ Carrying a handful of old books, Master Keral swiftly reproved as he carefully made his way toward the deskвЂ“in the center of the room. Nylen took a quick glance toward the door. вЂњвЂ¦ You were up all night again.вЂќ The man stated after sighing deeply. The man was in his late forties and was wearing a red masterвЂ™s robe. The door to the chamber slowly opened, and a round faced man with short brown hair stepped inside. Not a single mention of the unknown titles or words, nor could he find a single indication that any such abnormality like the boyвЂ™s peculiar circumstance had ever occurred within the past thousand years.

Yet after countless days and nights spent slogging through stories and records of the past, any sort of solid evidence still eluded him. Using those keywords, he had gone through hundreds of records pertaining to the current and old world, going as far as to open the sealed archives hidden and locked away underneath the academyвЂ™s library. No matter how he attempted to rationalize them, to attach them to the boy in some way or form, nothing made sense beyond the silver glow he glimpsed all those years ago. Another part of the mystery that could not be explained by logic. Ever since the meeting, he had instinctively understood that they were the final pieces of the puzzle in identifying the boyвЂ™s unnatural strength. вЂEnuriaвЂ¦ RhultalвЂ¦ SilvazaeвЂ¦ Silver KingвЂ¦вЂ™ Nylen cycled the words in his head while scanning through the ancient book. Around him, the study that had been littered with broken magical apparatuses and crumpled notes from two turns ago, was now filled with piles of antiquated texts and aged documents. Yet with a swift incantationвЂ“as if to reject the encroaching morningвЂ™s limited lightвЂ“his mana flared through the air and into the stones, filling the room with a soft white glow once again. With the arrival of morning, the lightstones around his chamber began dimming as the infusion of mana within them disappeared. The time of day neither mattered nor entered his thoughts as he continued perusing through the leather bound tome. While his marble left hand dexterously flipped through the weathered pages of the leather-bound tome, his right hand was slowly and deftly jotting down thoughts and passages, recording them onto the papers that were spread out before him. Beyond the wrinkles and aged spots on his bald and elderly face, there was something else in his expression, something of a calm and concentrated frustration. Within his study, ZorinвЂ™s headmaster Nylen Gvius Das Jozion silently flipped through a large tome hovering above his desk.

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