Within the library of a quiet castle, an old man was seen searching through the rows upon rows of books within the area. Step by step, he scrutinized every book within the vicinity.
"...hah," the old man by the name of Renryth, with wrinkles all over his face at the indication of the passing time burdening him—his tired eyes glanced around the books as he sighed. "...there are no more archives of the Flaming Pendant? Did Sanke take all of it?"
Days had passed since the day of his death via the fiery flames. Since then, normality was never the same. With the curse gone, the slimes celebrated. However, for Renryth—he had only been stuck within the library searching through every nitpick of books possible.
"Ugh..." Renryth pressed the bridge of his nose in slight frustration. "Where did all the records go? Has it all been destroyed or something?" he grumbled under his breath. "Argh... If I don't find the records soon... Then—"
