"What exactly do you expect us to find in the imperial library anyway?" Marielle asked, her voice low as she hurried to keep pace with the Duke's long, sweeping strides. "If their high-grade artifacts found nothing, what makes you think some dusty, centuries-old manuscript will have the answer?"
Cherion let out a quiet huff, a smile creeping back onto his face. He then took a step closer to Zarius, entirely unfazed by the heavy, serious atmosphere.
"You'd be surprised by how much you can get from there, Marielle," Cherion replied. He tilted his head toward the towering man beside him. "Right, Your Grace?"
