There were a lot of familiars in Akron, but it was impossible for most of these familiars to even hold a proper conversation. They supervised their assigned tasks, as they had had been programmed to do, and were only capable of obeying the simple orders given by the wizards who visited their halls.

However, Mer was different. Even though she was a familiar created by using magic, she was so sophisticated that one could even believe that she was a real human being.

Mer herself held a great amount of pride in this fact. Therefore, Mer didn’t like to spend her free time doing the same things as other familiars did.

Although her body didn’t really need to eat or drink, she wanted to eat and drink like a real person. She wanted to be able to feel and express her emotions through casual conversations with others.

This Royal Library, Akron, was just like a boring prison to Mer. She was absolutely forbidden from going outside the doors of Akron, so she had spent her past few hundreds of years in a listless state….

When even she couldn’t take it any longer, she would shut off her link to Witch Craft; just like turning off the power to a device, it would shut down her consciousness. As a familiar, Mer couldn’t sleep, nor did she feel the need to sleep, but this suspension of consciousness was somewhat similar to sleep.

But it was only similar, it wasn’t really sleeping. She couldn’t even dream. In the end, this meant that there was no way for Mer to relieve her boredom.

‘It’s so boring,’ Mer thought to herself as she slumped on top of a desk, pouting.

Although she had already realized how boring this place was more than a hundred years ago, the last few months had been particularly boring and tortuous for Mer.

‘It’s all because of Sir Eugene,’ Mer complained.

She was thinking about Eugene Lionheart. He had only visited Sienna’s Hall for two years. Compared to the length of time that Mer had existed, this was an absurdly short period of time.

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