At the library, Zich and his companions looked for any books concerning the ancient city for a while. Not long afterward, help from the allied forces arrived. Lyla handed them papers with inscriptions and asked them to find similar letters. There was a considerable number of elves, and they searched between books while carrying the papers. For those who didn’t have the papers, the elves made their own copies and handed them out.

The project progressed incredibly quickly, but not everything went smoothly.

Crumble!

Zich scowled and stared at the remains of the crumbled book in his hands. His grip hadn’t even been that strong. All he did was lightly grab it, but the book immediately disintegrated into tiny pieces like a dried-out leaf. Even if the library was well-maintained, it seemed like the power of age and long years nullified everything.

“Tch!” Zich clicked his tongue and threw his book in a nearby trash can. Inside the trash can, there were already piles of books in unrecognizable states. Then, Zich returned to his original position and took out another book. Thankfully, this book was in better condition compared to the last one. Although it looked like...