The Demon would quickly make his way back to the tavern, checking up on Harvard in case they are able to provide any assistance. As he does so, he could see the boy sleeping soundly on his bed, his breath being steady. Zazel, seeing the child sleeping peacefully, would slam the book right at his head to wake him up, as well as yelling towards him. "WAKE UP, SLEEPYHEAD!!!"
"GHAYAYHAH!" The card magician would become discombobulated, falling over the side of his bed, groaning after the large strike in his head. He'd shake said head to bring himself back to consciousness. Needless to say, he was annoyed. A pout was upon his face as he gets up. "WHAT WAS THAT FOR!?" He'd state angrily, rubbing his head at the bump where he took such a strike.
"An Alarm! Plus, I need your help to figure something out!" The Demon stated with a smug expression. Harvard merely groaned as he gets back onto the bed and awaits for the demon's request, where Zazel sets down the book and showcases him what contents it has, or rather what it holds at a first glance. Long lines of words strewn through pages, all in a tiny font and with seemingly no end in sight. Each text that the child skimmed through almost ends up having him loop the same sentence twice before realizing he has read it already. Harvard was going to ask as to why he needed his help if Zazel wishes to do it by himself, but the text before him served as evidence enough. With each letter being around 5-6 point font, making the text almost illegible, who wouldn't try to bring in assistance to figure out such knowledge before them without being bored to near unconsciousness? "Yeah I DID said I was gonna do this by myself bu-"
"Save it. I can...literally SEE what is the issue. What even is this stuff anyway?" The Card magician asked, setting the book down and reaching for his cards, looking through his deck to see who can help him in this manner. Zazel would explain himself shortly.
"Well.....Remember that quest thing we were given? Turns out it was a lie and it had me met with some spooky ghost in one of those houses there. Something about being murdered, so I'm gonna see if I can help him find out who took his life and bring him to justice! Problem is....this is super old stuff, and I DON'T think anyone has any info, apart from what is shown. I had to check the Library for any clues, and sure enough I found it! That being said....its too many words to read through.." The Demon would sigh as he looks at the text on the biblical-like size of a history book, trying to remember what to do in this predicament.
"Well in that case, you don't have to read it!" Harvard would have a card prepared, having Zazel help the child supply him with magic.
"Come again?" The demon replied, passing the child his sigils to act as cost.
"If reading the book is such a hard task, why not simply watch a movie from it!"
"Since when was THAT ever a thi-" Zazel's voice was cut short when he saw what the monster art was depicting, and the summoning sigil placed onto the books very pages, with the Demonic Insignias absorbed into the circle as a cost. The Monster in question was like a fog-like creature, with sharp claws and piercing eyes, a grin wide enough to almost look like the crescent moon, colors matching from the very book it seems to be inhabiting. It held a muscular structure, with markings all across its chest, arms, and stomach region. "Uh.....Harvard? What are you doing?" Zazel asked begrudgingly, before the boy began to chant, the circle glowing green, ready to summon the beast and have it assist them at their time of need.
"ARAWAREU!"
The very beast would emit a gaseous substance, purple in color, but spreading across the room, somewhat obstructing the boys' views. As the gas would subside, however, it took an appearance. The very appearance that is from the card itself, spawning its appendages spontaneously, the head being its final piece, chuckling to itself deeply. "Zazel! Meet Fantasia! The Monster within Fantasy!" Harvard would shout, having the beast bow itself to make its appearance known and formal, before it lunges itself into the book, its pages flickering wildly as it scans across the entire historical text regarding the Nobles of the Mangrove Graves. The smokey-like smog is emitted again, but in a more controlled state, showcasing the story in full through the smog as if it was a movie, with the two kids watching intensely at the situation. "So what is this anyway-"
"Shh! Just lemme watch!" The demon asked, staring into the smog and seeing the story unfold, with Harvard shrugging and watching alongside. The scene itself depicted a man and a woman in black outfits, donning a suit and dress respectably, with their titles showcased at the muddy ground where it grants them their names. It has these two figures leading a group of people across the Mangrove, with wood carried and supplied on their shoulders and arms, lifting the logs straight back to Oaking, back in its first inception. The Nobles would be thanked by two other individuals: One man with wrinkly skin and pale black eyes, wearing a black kimono and wielding a crooked cane. Another was a Man with a more youthful appearance, being no less than 20, with a white suit and a red bowtie. His hair was also somewhat wild as well, points scattered across his head to serve like several mohawks, almost as if he was a humanoid porcupine. Harvard chuckled softly at the latter due to his funny appearance. The younger man would shortly disappear, with the Older Man trying to provide assistance to the logs by what seemed to be magic, the first of several recordings of it, which had the logs themselves become almost weightless.
Gravity Magic.
As the Story goes on, the Old Man would sadly pass away, but leaving behind 3 things for the nobles: A Large sum of wealth to further fund their project in creating homes for their kingdom, his Nephew so that he could learn and expand such projects, and his cane, which has itself inscribed the likes of his very spells as a whole. As the story continued however, it would take a dark turn, only showing silhouettes inside the house of a man driven to lunacy, racing inside the house. The display itself would be paused as Zazel would have Fantasia rewind itself to look at the clues at hand, much to Harvard's annoyance. "Heeeey! It was getting to the good part!" Zazel merely chuckled and smirked at the Card Magician, knowing it was a joke. He does trace back to and fro between one end of the scene and the other, as well as recollections of the old man and the ghost he has met. All these pieces have to connect to each other, right? Harvard would ask a question to the Demon, confused by the situation. "Soooooo...exactly what are you looking for?"
"Mainly the Spooky Ghost stuff. There's this old guy that told me two names: Galvan Gortello, and Jackal Strum. I believe one of those bad guys is one of those names. Can't really pin it on the Old Guy since he doesn't seem too keen on killing everyone, much less their own kid, which leaves the porcupine head. Problem is....We DON'T really know his name." Harvard would laugh as Zazel called the younger man "Porcupine Head.", but would interject with his own idea.
"Well why don't you ask him?"
"Harvard, do you have ANY IDEA how hard its gonna be finding that guy-"
"No, No, No! The Ghost dude! You said you met a ghost, right? Why not ask him to see what he saw!"
Zazel would sigh, being annoyed with that decision "I kinda tried that already, he doesn't seem to hold a good memory of what happened." Harvard would continue to think, wondering what to do in this scenario. An idea would shortly come to mind, however, and a smirk on the card magician's face, as he turns towards Zazel.
Zazel was concerned, to say the least. "What...Exactly are you thinking of-"