One month later.
In the library of the Lennon City Lord’s castle.
The marble tiled floor was smooth, colorful, and had a brown circle pattern on it. All the small circles were inside a large red circle. There were more than ten bookshelves in the room, and yellow oil lamps were glowing gently on the walls. A young man in a white suit was standing next to one of the shelves reading a thick book carefully.
The young man had an average-looking face, and his skin was a bit pale. His short brown hair barely covered his ears, and he looked just like any other noble playboy, though the suit he was wearing did not cover his muscular body.
That young man was Angele, who looked wild but gentle.
He had gotten the permission to enter the lord’s library and read the books the lord had collected. It was to try and find more books like the Wizard’s book he had.
“Ugh…” Angele sighed and closed the book. “This one isn’t made by a Wizard, either.”
