CHAPTER 8 - THE PROWLING

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A plan to steal an undisclosed document from the king is considered as a treason, and the fact that Ophelia is there, inside palace— one room away from the majesty chamber. She thought that if this goes out of hand the king will get hanged or worse beheaded publicly, so Ophelia need to be stealthy. Ophelia thought went away quickly when she hear footstep waking away from her hiding place. She waited for a few minutes and slowly scan open the door she is in and scan outside for guards. When she went out of her hiding place displaying her outfit, that's seem to be a royal maid uniform, with scent repellent.

She steadily walk in the shiny and golden-colored wall stopping near the office of the royal highness.

'Shit, there are knights guarding the door, how am I going ot get in without getting caught' Ophelia gritted her teeth before walking passed the room and the knights. Then she took a right turn looking around if there area, looking for something that can help her get inside of the chamber but found nothing but a window. Then she remember she an alternate form, however if they found an animal lurking around the hallway will be burdensome, Ophelia hummed as she thought for any kind of ideas. Not noticing a group of maids heading towards her way.

"How do you do, mate are you any chance new here? Can you lend us a hand" a maid asked assistance from Ophelia, this is an opportunity for Ophelia. If she accept their request she may have a chance to find out a closer look to the office or better yet take the file while the maid are not looking.

"Yes, it is a pleasure. Do please take care of me" Ophelia bow down in politeness before following her to the entrance of the office together with the others who seems to be talking to the knights.

"Here is our permit to clean the majesty office chamber" the head maid showed a bullion gold to the knight, Ophelia stared at the gold. If she could get that gold she could easily get pass the guards without raising nay suspicions. The knights opened the door revealing the inside of the chamber. Ophelia followed as the servant went inside and start cleaning the room.

"—no touching of the kings table, and such I will leave you in your assign task" Ophelia mind went blank for a second before proceeding to the bookshelf to "Clean".

The sound of scrubbing and sweeping surround the room, as the maid are conversing with one another. Ophelia glance beside her before skimming the bookshelf, looking for any kind of sign or unusual writings. Until something her eye. It was a book that seems to have an unusual color of teal with a writing she could not understand. She looked for one the maid before whispering to her.

"Psst—Hey by any chance do you know what this mean?" she asked at the maid who look at her with a annoyed expression before looking at the book that Ophelia asked. She scan the writings first before furrowing her eyebrows she then sigh and ask for the other maid behind her.

"Hey Camille, do you know what language is this?" she asked to Camille who quickly went over and skim the book. Her eyes widen then crunch her nose, she looked at her companion.

"This is the old Vetanian writings" Ophelia frowned at the information that Camille just said.

"You mean the language that was banned for over 3 millennia ago? Why would the majesty need this book for?" the maid questioned at Camille who shrugged,

"The royal standard knowledge is far more superiors that ours, we don't really have anything much to say about this." Camille said before leaving the two to do her task. Ophelia thought for a moment, maybe this book can help her about the history of the verse,

Minutes later the head maid arrived and ask us to leave the room, Ophelia scanned the room one last time before going out, 'Third stories high, one window away from the far left of the castle' she thought.

As the maids went ahead before Ophelia, whileshe walked slow to lost the group. She went to the west wing of the hallwayfinding something that is out of the ordinary. Investigating the area beforeshe heard a voice that seems to be very familiar to her, she look at the cornerof the hallway there she saw—ENDER?

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