The palace's vast library stood before Alberto, its high shelves filled with countless books, scrolls, and forgotten records.
Alberto stepped inside.
There were very few people here. It wasn't that people didn't come here to read books, but since it was noon, everyone was busy with their own work. Usually, in the afternoon and after eleven at night, when there was less work, many people came here to read.
After entering, Alberto looked at the rows of shelves. Then he heard a voice from behind.
"U-Um… Y-Your Majesty, what are you looking for?"
Alberto turned, his gaze landing on the speaker.
The librarian.
She stood before him, a girl barely twenty, with short chestnut hair that framed her delicate face. Her wide, brown eyes gleamed with a nervous energy, and her slender fingers fidgeted with the hem of her dark uniform. She had the air of a small animal caught in a beam of moonlight—anxious, uncertain, yet utterly captivated.
