"What's written in those books, is something beyond your imagination, Margaret Ashteroth. Do you think a mere human, like you, can carry all the weight and responsibility of opening and reading those books?"
When he finished speaking, it left the secretary, Margaret, flabbergasted, and her guard rose higher.
"H... H... H... How... Do you know my name?" She was on guard and thought she shouldn't show fear, but...
"How I know your name is of no importance. What matters is whether you are willing to take the risk that those three books together draw upon itself."
Seeing Mr. K's serious and solemn expression, she realized that in truth, the most important thing is not how he knew her name, but the ridiculous warning he gave her leaves her skeptical.
"It's only three books, they don't have-" Margaret hadn't finished speaking when Mr. K interrupted her.
