Max gave him a puzzled look as she handed over the bookcase.

  He was able to discern her thoughts.

  he said in a faint longing voice.

  Max’s curiosity had been piqued. Nornui was an unknown island with very limited access to outsiders. Only the wizards were allowed to enter and leave the tower while the merchants from the south and west were busy at the port. To and from knowledge had to go through the proper channels.

  Without a doubt, this forbidden place exuded a mysterious aura. Countless minstrels had spread songs about the mysterious Nornui all over the continent, fascinated and enchanted by its secrecy.

  It’s no wonder that Lady Calypse was enthralled by the tale of the runaway wizard. Since listening to the tales skillfully sung by singers, she had been lost in strange dreams about the World Tower for a long time. And now that she was in the company of someone best acquainted, she decided to learn everything she could.

  Her eyes glimmered with curiosity as she inquired.

  Ruth shook his head as if telling her not to ask stupid questions.

  Ruth scratched the back of his head as she tilted her head at the unfamiliar words, wondering if he had explained it yet.

  he continued.

  Max nodded and recalled the explanation of the difference between ‘spell’ and ‘mana’ she had heard last time. Spells were against the laws of nature, but mana followed them.

  Ruth revealed the inside of his wrist by rolling up his sleeves.

  She smiled wide as if she was happy to understand. On the white skin with veins, a small enchantment, drawn in red ink, was inscribed.

  Max said, looking down at her wrist with a touch of anticipation.

  Max drooped her shoulders with a disappointed look. Ruth clicked his tongue as though he wanted to laugh as he looked down at the figure.

  Max grumbled burying her nose into the book hiding her embarrassed face.

  Ruth smiled and moved a few books beside Max before rising from his seat to light the fire. The sky was cloudy and a dim shadow hung over the library, despite the fact that it was still early.

  With tongs, he removed small embers from the furnace and lit them on a candlestick and lamp. Max rubbed her tired eyes and kept reading before rising just in time; it was already evening.

  When he saw her packed books and parchment, Ruth asked mischievously.

  Max shook her head. She couldn’t face the knights last night because she was too humiliated by her tipsy self.

  Ruth, who immediately saw through her excuse, spat out. He then went on to suggest.