Game of Dragonborn.

Chapter 102 - The Truth in the Citadel.

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Third Person POV.
Oldtown.

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While chaos began to spread over the next few days in the west, the Reach still hadn't heard anything about the news despite the ravens being in full swing, flying out to all sides of the kingdom.

In Oldtown, more specifically, in the Citadel, the scholars continued to walk through the corridors of the great academy that created many brilliant minds. And among that crowd of mostly middle-aged men trying to earn their chains, there was someone who shouldn't be there.

Jon walked calmly wearing a scholar's robe, but with a hood, hiding his presence as he passed unnoticed through the place.

It didn't take long for him to see the great library right in front of him, displaying hundreds of thousands of books around the largest area of the academy. He had to admit that this was the biggest library he had ever seen in his life—even in Tamriel, nothing like this could be found there, and if he didn't know he was in this world, he would swear he might find an Elder Scroll there.

But setting that aside, he turned his attention back to what he was looking for.

"If I had to search without magic, I would certainly give up..." Jon murmured, leaning against the railing before the staircase, and stood there for a few seconds as people constantly moved behind him.

Without saying anything else, he followed the crowd moving toward the library via one of the staircases, raising his hand slowly, using clairvoyance to search for the book he was after.

There were people rushing up and down the ladders collecting books—these were people working for gold coins or young men starting their academic life.

Either way, he passed hundreds of people reading books at their desks while silence tried to be something common in that environment. Of course, that was inevitable with so many people there and ladders moving back and forth, yet everyone seemed quite focused, avoiding external distractions.

Jon followed the light he discreetly created and moved to one side of the library as indicated by the spell, advancing to a row of books among the hundreds.

He released more of his spell due to not knowing which of those books was the one he sought. So the white smoke kept moving straight toward the point it indicated—on the fourth shelf out of more than twelve on each floor of the library, while he was still on the ground level.

"That's strange... Where did that smoke come from?" a voice appeared beside Jon as a young man with a ladder showed up, looking oddly at the straight white smoke coming from the shelves, not knowing what it was and even mistaking it for dust.

Jon turned to him.

"Can I borrow your ladder?" he asked, since the man had appeared right next to him.

"You want a book? I can get it for you, which one?" he asked, offering his services.

"My tutor asked me to transcribe one of these books. Can you get that fourth book above the third shelf full of red books? It's the fourth book starting from the bottom up," Jon said, giving an excuse, while the man found nothing strange and nodded, despite Jon being hooded.

He simply set up the ladder and climbed before reaching for the book Jon had pointed to and bringing it down to him.

"Here," he said, handing the book into Jon's hands.

"High Septon Maynard's personal diary... That sounds pretty intense... If you want, I can get you another, smaller book," the young man suggested, showing he was literate, but Jon smiled in satisfaction.