"Where is my daughter?"
It took the librarian a full two seconds to study the specimen in front of him.
'Perfection.'
To him, Duke Damatrius was perfection. Everything he did was immaculate, and all his children were extraordinary... except one.
The redhead quickly gave the Duke a deep bow, then responded.
"Master, she is on the third floor."
He found it unacceptable that the Duke came all the way here for the girl, but he happily answered the Duke's inquiry.
'Does he like the wastrel?' Looking at the Duke's ascending back, the librarian sighed quietly.
'But is he not one of the rare Heirs who passed the spirit guardian's test? If it's him, then even a pile of dung can be transformed into a high-end mana gem.'
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"Spirit Guardian Ismene, pleased to meet you. I am Ixion Vespera." Alex stared at the deity blankly.
