The book looked ancient—its leather cover was cracked and faded, and the edges of the pages were yellowed like brittle parchment. It felt more like a relic than something meant to be read.
"By the way, Lord Louis," Viola said, breaking the silence as I carefully turned the book over in my hands, "are you not interested in books other than old ones?"
I blinked. "Other books? Like what…?"
"Well, there's philosophy, novels, even treatises on magical theory…" Her voice picked up speed as she spoke, her tone brightening with genuine enthusiasm.
It was the first time I'd seen her talk like that—eyes gleaming, words flowing without hesitation. She wasn't the calm, reserved noble lady I usually saw. She actually looked… alive.
Watching her go on like that, a thought suddenly struck me.
Right. She's a magician.
If anyone might know something about the strange markings on that golem's body, it'd be someone like her.
