On the 77th floor of the Mage Tower of the Imperial University, Yeriel took advantage of Deculein’s business trip to visit the Head Professor's Office.0

Snap—!0

While the owner was away, the office was heavily layered with security spells, but a single snap of the fingers instantly deactivated them all.0

"What task were you given?!" Chairwoman Adrienne asked.0

Yeriel had been trying to sneak in when she was unexpectedly caught by Adrienne. Left with no choice, she accepted her help, which, in the end, turned out to be the better option.0

"I’m sorry, but I can’t disclose that. It’s business-related."0

“… Hmph!  I’ll just ask Professor Deculein myself!”0

“Sure. Feel free,” Yeriel replied calmly, placing the documents from her handbag onto the desk.0

These were documents pertaining to Marik and the Roharlak Concentration Camp, sealed with a security mechanism that only Deculein’s fingerprints and iris scan could unlock.0

“Would you mind leaving now?” Yeriel asked, noticing that the Chairwoman was still eyeing her.0

“… Suspicious!” Adrienne muttered, her curiosity piqued, displaying her natural Busybody tendencies.0

Adrienne’s instincts told her something was amiss. Her stance, with hands poised like a mantis's claws, was almost comical.3

Yeriel shook her head, dismissing the concern and said, “It’s just business-related, nothing particularly interesting.”0

“… Hmph! Fine! I’ll be going then!” Adrienne pouted and left the room.0

Only then did Yeriel get to work. She had come here with a purpose—to find something specific.0

“… Sometimes, his meticulousness comes in handy.”0

She found the item almost immediately. Deculein’s meticulous organization made it easy; it was in the first drawer she checked—an untitled notebook. It seemed like something you could pick up for three elne at any stationery shop, but it was anything but ordinary. 0

This blank notebook, once given as an assignment by the former head of the family, Decalane, was the same one Yeriel...0