Five days later, Thales sat dispiritedly in the archduchess' study room in Heroic Spirit Palace. Meanwhile, sitting at the study table across from him, Saroma was absorbed in a copy of 'Cahill Yarrow's Poetry Collection'.
The Prince of Constellation lowered his head a little and sighed.
The shock he received in the library did not last long. The sketched schematics in that book could not give Thales more information.
He could only make a guess. There was a relationship and resonance between the Blade of Purification, a weapon that might have drawn the blood of the Great Dragon, and his strange body. And the bridge for this relationship was getting clearer…
That Drakonic name.
But this was not what bothered Thales the most at the moment.
"I went to see Count Lisban." Thales' lightly spoken words caught Saroma's attention.
The archduchess raised her head, and her eyes brightened. "What did Ciel say?"
