In The Grand Library, there are no ordinary days for the librarians. Where most visitors found fascinating books, few of them found secret untold, but then Dryad found another life.
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"Lord Vlad... it has been a long time..." Sir Alvard said but almost without a smile.
Vlad nodded and smirked, "It certainly has... Master Alvard," he said with a slight pressure on the word 'Master'. He walked to a nearby chaise and sat down gracefully. While Sir Alvard kept standing.
"How are you faring lately?" Vlad asked again, chit-chatted like old days.
Sir Alvard sighed and shook his head sadly, "I had hoped my days in this mansion were numbered, but alas, fate will not let me retire until I fulfill my task. Unfortunately, that task is proving rather difficult. And also... I still have not succeeded yet in bringing YOU back to the right path."
Vladislav laughed softly, "right path? So you think that I am in the wrong side now? You must know that, what's right to you doesn't always seems right to others."
"Playing with lives? Is that sounds right to you, my Lord?" Sir Alvard squinted his eyes.
"Well, Master, I learned from you. Have you forgotten that it was your ambition that inspired me? You were the one who dragged me to this damned path, introduced me to the tradition of my ancestors. The beauty of the Dark Arts."
"Don't remind me, Vlad. That was a mistake. I admit," Sir Alvard said but almost without remorse. "Let's end this. Let's not spill anymore blood."
Lord Vladislav sighed, "I came here because I haven't seen you for a long time. Not to be lectured by you."
"Really... What's bringing you here today? True that it's been years since you have not stepped into the library. I guess... there is something more than meets the eye?" Sir Alvard asked calmly and put his hands behind his back.
Vladislav grinned as he crossed his arms, "well, that depends on your answer."
Sir Alvard tilted his head, "on what?"
Vlad sighed, "Master Alvard... I've been so generous towards you that I let you live, only to honor you as my previous mentor. So long until this very day. But now... I become more impatient. So... tell me, where is the grimoire?"
Sir Alvard's face turned to a cold expression as he heard the demand from Lord Vlad. He then answers calmly, "I don't know what you are talking about, my lord. The grimoire is nowhere near here."
Lord Vlad winced at Sir Alvard's answer "So you have no intention of giving it away?"
"What should I give if I don't have what you want?" Sir Alvard asked back.
"Stop talking nonsense!! you must know something!!" Lord Vlad stood up and raised his voice.
Sir Alvard was still calm and composed, he didn't even flinch at Lord Vlad's loud voice. "I said I have no idea where the grimoire is. If you really want to know that badly, then why don't you search for it by yourself among thousands of books here? Doesn't this library belong to your family? I am only a mere librarian here and have no obligation to forbid you. You're free to do as you wish."
