For a moment, Mishel opens her satchel her hands were searching for something. A letter not for her but her friend Ashalain.

"There something from you," Mishel said. Slipping the letter towards Ashalain.

Upon holding the letter Ashalain felt distraught after seeing the stamp seal. A symbol showing a two-sword crossed together behind a shield. She already knew where the letter came from, a letter from her father.

Her fingers press the letters tightly, she wanted to crumple, she wanted to shred the letters from her father. She could, but she couldn't do it in front of her friends, only sigh and slowly lays the letter.

"Aren't you going to look at the letter?" Mishel says, looking at her worried face.

"That's--" Ashalain couldn't say a word to her friend.

"It's fine…. Well, I'm going first." Mishel responds, leaving Ashalain all alone again.

But before she maintains a good distance she stops and said to her. "I think you should visit her. They are on the move again."

Her words cut deep through her worries.

"I don't know what their plans or their intention. But I received a report from my colleagues that there had been some disruption from Maginum. And I can only speculate that it had some connection with her."

After Mishel utters her message, Mishel then left leaving Ashalain. She had enough for today, she stops scavenging the libraries, the books, parchment. She didn't know what to do, she was at loss.

"What am I going to do… please tell me," Ashalain says, gaze towards the ceiling, relaxes her hands.

She was thinking of her lover's image 'Salvaril'. She can see him smiling yet fading at loss.

After resting herself for a while, she stood looking at the letters that Mishel gave to her. And then she slowly grabs the letter, she can tell that her father had something from her.

And when she opens, it was indeed from her father. She was careless to read her father's writings but out of a sudden. When she opens the envelope, the second piece of paper was inserted. She could tell the handwriting was different from her father's letter.

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The letter was from her mother and somehow, she was able to secretly insert the letter.

Her family 'De Shilvia' was a powerful royal family. They had been supporting the king for generations what they hold had many, secrets and mysteries that even the king haven't known.

She read her mother's words, a heed of warning, and a mother's love. Her mother wanted to see her, to come home once again to see her face. But she couldn't after she knows what his father had done. His mother's other message was the same as Mishel's.

"Ashalain my dear, I am sorry that my help wasn't enough to you. I know that I won't be forgiven for my action but please come home, my child. Your father is worried sick to you, you must understand this…"

After reading the front page, she realizes faint energy coming from the envelope. "Reveal," Ashalain says, invoking a spell that then reveals a hidden message at the back of the paper.

"I had received reports from someone working with me. It is regarding your sister. I think that someone might have been spying on us. And your father is not what he seems to be--" The words were written in haste making the message incomplete.

And after she'd read the message, she quickly left the 'Hall of knowledge.'

-At the temple of Azarus-

A Voice calls to Akatosh's ear, a voice of someone.

"Win… Conquer." The voice was somewhat slow and vocal. "Come and see the conquer of your power, he who will bring war." A tottery voice like a senile man is desperate to awaken a war.

When Akatosh's eyes slowly open. A boy, a servant of the temple.

"You're-you're finally awake." The boy says, bringing Akatosh a cup of water.

He was in a tight room; the width of the room was only 2.5 meters and its length was more than 4 meters. But even in this cramped chamber, the room was cold.

The cool air breezes through the two open windows. It was daytime that he awoke, it was nearly 9 o'clock to be precise.

After pouring the mug with water, the boy then hands it over to Akatosh's side. As thirsty as he was, Akatosh didn't hesitate to take the boy's offer.

"Thanks," Akatosh said to the boy. A thirteen of age Akatosh assumed. "How much is the cost," Akatosh says while drinking.

"The temple of Azarus is free of our service." The boys respond, shaking his head.

"I see," Akatosh says looking around for his things. His bag, the sword worried his heartbeats nervously. "Hey boy, do you know where are my things? " Akatosh continues.

"I don't know, but I saw your friends holding something while bringing you to this place." He respond after he'd recall his thoughts.

"I see," Akatosh said.

"Funny, last I remember. I was still holding my bag while fighting the horde of the dead. Did it fall?" Akatosh assumed.

"Oh… I almost forgot; someone is waiting for you at the exit." The boy said before leaving.

Gathering his thoughts, then after a while, he picks his clothes atop the drawer. Akatosh was grateful when he saw his clothes neatly piled and cleaned. There was no blood or the smell of rotten flesh, instead, the clothes smell flowery.

What's more delighted, Akatosh smile upon seeing his armor laying below the drawer. The worn-down armor was cleaned and fixed. He couldn't think of repaying these people.

He didn't wear his armor but carry it with him. He was in a temple not in a dungeon. And following his stretching and fasten apparels, he then exits the room.