We both woke up neat the next morning. Sometimes it was early bedtime, so much so that the trip was tired and the breakfast was changed.
When they went outside, they had already seen the bustle in the morning, but the two made their way to the library, roughly as exciting as that festival was. It was a little out of the city centre and seemed isolated from the hustle and bustle of the entire city.
When I opened the door and went inside, it was lined with bookshelves several times the library of Toula. The reception counter is huge, and there are four clerks waiting. I went to the reception in front of me and asked about the terms and conditions but basically nothing changed with Toula's.
A number of tables for viewing were arranged in the centre, which had already been used by several guests.
"Sorta, what shall we find out from"
"Right... the book about heritage and then around the relationship between the Beasts and other races"
The two were whispering in front of the counter to keep out of the way of the other guests. Then one of the scribes who had heard it called out. The figure looked like a goat beast man with round glasses all around his gray hair.
"Uh, if you have the book you're looking for, I wonder if I can help you."
"Uh, that helps. It would be helpful to have a book about the Demon King and the Braves a thousand years ago, and a book that shows the connection and correspondence between the Beasts and other races here."
As Aotea told the clerk what the book was looking for, another clerk was taking notes next to the clerk.
"I understand, you were listening. Pick up your books, please."
When the scribes who were taking notes nodded, they split into those who went to the shelves, those who checked the list of books, and those who went to another library in the back.
"... somehow, it's called Toula. I feel like this place and the good scribe are at a high level"
"Oh, there you are from Toula? Weren't there any male and female clerks over there who didn't know if they were close or bad?
Aotearoa and Deena had two perfect people in mind for that expression.
"I know. I don't know, you said a lot in your mouth, but you admit it to each other, don't you? It's like you two."
The scribe in front of me nods as satisfied with Deena's answer to that.
"Heh heh, I miss you. Those two used to work here in the library. Since then, Guy, you've seen Lena as a rival about you. But Lena, you didn't realize it, and yet, Lena, you were brilliant, watching, Guy, you were pitiful."
"Uh, you've been like that for a long time. Is it like a rotten edge or something?
Deena asks questions as she remembers the two of them and smiles.
"Those two are childhood friendly, they said they lived in the same place and neighborhood, and they had the same class all the time while in school. And we both liked books, and we chose the librarian because of the work involved in the book... and when we got here, it felt like we were bound by a thread of fate that was too strong to be represented by the word corrupt."
"Wow, that's amazing. If you're so connected, maybe you're really the one destined for you!
Deena had her eyes shining on the clerk's story.
"If that's the case, we don't seem to have noticed."
The clerk remembered the two faces and laughed bitterly.
Uplifted by the stories of Tula's scribes, the scribes who were picking up books came back. Each twinkles something in the ear of the scribe in front of him and gives him a note. When I received it all, I looked through the note and added lines and notes with a pen. Rewrite them on another form.
"Hmm, is this the place? Take this note, please."
The note given described the title and shelf number, as well as a good point to keep an eye on.
"... I didn't know you were going to mention anything so far in that short time, the scribes here seem to be a lot of good"
"Thank you for the compliment"
The secretary thanked him deeply.
"Well, thank you. Let me help you with this note."
Aotearoa raised her right hand and thanked her, and Deena gave her a bow of grace.
The notes were across to two, so each is in charge of collecting the books one at a time.
It was Deena who finished collecting first, and when she got to her empty seat, she opened the book first and proceeded to read it.
A few minutes late for that, Aotearoa also sits across from Deena when she finishes collecting the books, taking notes and pens out for two and reading the books.
The two of them concentrate on paralysis and one page after another, with occasional notes in the pen.
I finished reading a few books each collected, and by the time I exhaled, an earlier scribe came.
"How about that, did you find something you wanted to know?
"Well, to be honest, there was a lot to know, but I didn't get it when it came to a clear answer."
Deena was also nodding at Ethereal's words.
"May I ask what exactly you want to know?
"... a book by the author named Grevin. And then I want to know if there's any special relationship between the Beasts and the dwarves."
Aotea replied as she sent a strong gaze to the scribe.
"It's okay, I won't say anything else...... it's just hard to find here when the author becomes Grevin's book. It should only be kept in the Royal Castle library."
"To the royal castle? Is that... something I can't manage to read?
The scribe put his arms together in Aotearoa's words.
"... one has a way of winning the next militant tournament. The winner has the opportunity to convey his hope to the king. So if you wish to browse the library, you will probably pass the request."
Hearing the clerk's answer, Aeta glanced at her face, and Deena turned into a joyful expression.
"You just want to avoid a militant tournament..."
"Oh no! Sorta, isn't this a good opportunity, let's get out!!
After seeing the opposite reaction between the two, the clerk gestured to take his finger to his own mouth and quiet it down.
"... in the meantime, I'll take it as one of my proposals. There's no other way?
"That's right, is that a way to go directly to the royal castle and plead? It's going to be tough, but I think it's possible, it's kind of a bad time."
It was now a preparatory period for the militant tournament and it was expected that the Royal Castle would also be busy in connection with it.
"Do you want to go once..."
Aotearoa spoke of the conclusion after much thought.