As the beings in their humanoid forms on that last level of the museum covered their eyes from the intense glow around Minos, he saw something appearing in front of him.
Such a thing was a white parchment, with a few yellow spots here and there, unlike the spatial ring that was supposed to be there.
'Oh? Did someone get to this place before me?' He opened his eyes, surprised by this.
Then he read what was on it.
'If you are reading this, you are probably the chosen one of Henricus Longus, my ancestor.
That also means that I am dead... In any case, even dead, I will continue to serve my purpose.
The chosen one, you should find the Longus family. After the ancestor's death, we continue to exist in this vast world. In my generation, we could still be considered relevant, with promising talents in our ranks.
Perhaps the family still exists and is true to its purpose.
