A day later, Sebastian woke up at 3 in the morning to make tea.
The main characters are always a little crooked in the head. As you would be if you wake up before the sun does for a cup of green tea which doesn't even taste that good. Anyway, Sebastian slowly walked downstairs, stretching, and dimly picked up the piece of flint & steel next to the small oven. After he rubbed the two rocks together, a small spark jumped from the rock to the stove, where a small fire started flickering. Sebastian took out a small pan, poured water into it, put a small tea bag into it, and put it over the stove. A few drops of water bounced off the pan and into the fire, where it hissed away.
A few minutes later, Sebastian was slowly sipping tea, while also trying not to burn his tongue. And then he noticed a strange stain on the floor. Thinking that Jylan would probably murder him if he had a mess like he had that day while making pancakes, Sebastian set his tea on the counter and walked over to the mysterious stain.
And as soon as he stepped on it, the floor beneath him collapsed.
He screamed as his foot sunk straight into the ground beneath him, hitting something wet and mushy. Nobles are not used to such strange things, so Sebastian shrieked at the top of his lungs.
Soon, Jylan appeared to help Sebastian out of the floor, where they now both peered down at the hole, sitting around it like some sort of 3 AM cult. What Sebastian had stepped on was a book, but it was so old and soggy that he had mistaken it for something else.
"...Are you getting it or am I?" Jylan asked. Sebastian instantly said, "You, butler, I'm going to die an early death if you touch that thing." Jylan backhanded, "My Prince, you woke me up at 3 am. You should do it."
After about 10 minutes of squabbling, Jylan finally grabbed Sebastian's hand, locked it in his own, and stuck the two arms into the hole, pulling out the book.
"There, we both grabbed it," Jylan said, setting the moldy cover on the edge of the hole while Sebastian looked like he was about to pass out.
"Butler… I touched mold…"
Jylan rolled his eyes and now peered at the book. He carefully peeled off the covering and threw it back into the hole, leaving a bundle of smooth, crisp papers. "Huh. Whoever wrote this must've wanted to protect it." Sebastian said, looking at the creamy papers. They didn't look more than a week old at most. Jylan carefully opened one, and on the first page, was greeted with the late king of Lekan's handwriting, AKA Chris's father. It read,
"I'm sorry, Rudolph."
In case you forgot who Rudolph is:
Sebastian read the first line and then leaned forward to grab the papers and frantically turn them over. Jylan, who, like the readers, had no idea what was going on, asked, "Sebas? What are you doing?"
Sebastian didn't look up as he turned over more pages. Finally, when he arrived at one that wasn't blank, he eagerly started reading the first line.
"Butler, Rudolph was my father's name. I want to know this much at least."