After all, the Dark Age spellcasters within the final bastion,
and those like them who chose the new era, were irreconcilably opposed.
"..."
"Let's continue looking at the back..."
His brain bore the impact of receiving information.
Ronald moved sluggishly onward toward the back of the archive.
As each wooden box was opened, and each text perused, he increasingly understood what the Dark Age meant.
But this situation didn't last.
When he reached a third of the way into the archive, things changed.
The instant he earnestly opened a certain box, Ronald's gaze sharpened.
He noticed a change in the material of the pages inside the box.
Instead of the ordinary paper that church personnel preferred for record-keeping, it was something completely different in its making, akin to parchment.
With a subtly amused expression, Ronald chuckled:
"Heh heh..."
"So, having seen all this, could it be that something even more unbelievable is about to come out?"
