Ka'z inwardly let out a slow sigh of relief.
It had been nothing more than a gamble.
He had wagered everything on the assumption that the mysterious Red Scripture had been written in English, the language of his previous world. Judging from Rok's reaction, his gamble had paid off perfectly.
The humans of Athedal spoke English or at least, the noble who authored the Red Scripture had.
"How..." Rok's breathing became uneven as he stared at the writing carved into the stone. "How do you know the language of the Red Scripture?"
A faint mocking smile spread across Ka'z's lips. At that moment, he understood something important. The Red Scripture was not merely a source of knowledge. It was the foundation upon which the Ashmork Clan had built its entire rise to power.
Every advantage they possessed all depended upon that one book. And because of that, it had become their greatest weakness.
