WAYSOWRA

Chapter 50

The archives were full of books. Since people don’t come here often, the air was certainly cold.

I would’ve had a cold if Nina hadn’t taken care of me diligently. I walked further inside, then put down the warm lamp and snacks on the large desk.

‘Well, shall we go through the books now?’

Among the numerous books, I must find some information about the Forest of Demons. The books in front of me also looked just like a forest.

I approached the nearest shelf and glanced over the titles.

‘It’s been organized in order from the first generation. The entire archive is like a history book.’

It would have been easier if it was arranged in alphabetical order. Of all things, it was arranged in chronological order.

I sighed heavily.

‘No, but I can read the letters and look for them!’

After entering this body, I was most puzzled as to how this body can read.

Six-year-old Shuelina doesn’t know how to read yet. In the original story, she will go to the Marquis’ to learn after leaving the orphanage.

It was just one part of Shuelina’s experience with the Marquis.

The orphanage didn’t teach her anything, she was lucky she learned how to write a bit.

That’s why I shouldn’t have known anything yet, but somehow I already mastered writing without learning properly. As if this body remembers it.

‘Oh, technically, I wasn’t that lucky.’

In the original, Shuelina’s writing teacher was a maid.

The maid played an important role in her life, taking care of her, afraid that she would commit suicide by biting off her tongue due to her long-term imprisonment.

She took good care of Shuelina after she was being harassed constantly and had her spirit power forcefully taken away.

Shuelina, who only experienced torment all her life and had never opened up her heart to others, of course, felt a deep connection with the maid.

The maid taught her writing so she could win her [Shuelina’s] heart.

‘That’s when I was betrayed for the first time.’

Shuelina was betrayed – a person who purely liked the maid and thought that the maid was more precious than her family.

It’s an unforgettable memory, but I was grateful to her for teaching me how to write.

‘It hasn’t happened now.’

I felt a little depressed and lethargic, then I lightly slapped myself in the face to get back to my senses.

I couldn’t just stand here helplessly with all this work to do.

“Oh?”

A book suddenly fell from the shelf while I was looking through the titles of the books.

When there’s no window and wind to blow it over, what the hell could be happening?

Somehow, I was scared and my body stiffened in tension.

‘I have to check what it is. If there is a thief……!’

I approached the bookshelf carefully.

I saw a pair of dark purple eyes through the gap where the empty book fell from.