Sword of Dawnbreaker

Chapter 1217: Chapter 1216: Records of the Grand Library

The red velvet room at the top of the Dim Court fell silent, with Prince Nash and Benadette in the mirror both seeming to ponder their own matters. After an unknown amount of time, Prince Nash, shrouded in a black robe, tall and lean, broke the silence first: ”It’s just the two of us here, so honestly—do you think I’m a qualified manager?”

”You shouldn’t ask me this—You know, I was programmed to be eternally loyal and trusting of Violet’s management from the moment of my creation. I will not question your decisions, nor will I wonder about the workings of Violet Kingdom,” Benadette’s expression became serious. She stood gracefully in the mirror, answering Nash Narte’s questions meticulously as she did on the day she first awoke, ”This is the foundation of my existence.”

”Being programmed with a lifetime goal from the moment of creation... in this regard, we’re quite similar,” Prince Nash listened to the mirror’s answer and suddenly displayed a self-mocking smile, ”We were born into this world, and from the start, our identities and responsibilities were set—farmer, merchant, craftsman, scholar, aristocrat, warrior... and then me as this ’Mystics Prince.’ You’ve got a point; there’s no need for us to wonder about Violet’s operations. It’s a meticulously crafted machine, with its operational rules set from the very beginning, and as parts within this machine, we merely rotate in our designated spots.”

Today, Prince Nash seemed more melancholic than usual; Benadette in the mirror merely looked at him quietly, her gaze devoid of surprise. This was quite normal, as today was ”Prayer Day,” and the sleeping master releases His breath from dreams, listening to and responding to the voices of the people. During this day, when the master is closest to the real world, those ”Chosen Ones” closest to the master inevitably feel influenced, becoming either melancholic or suspicious, perhaps even hearing or seeing things not of this world. Compared to those who remain in a daze for several days, Prince Nash’s reaction was relatively mild.

She quietly awaited Prince Nash to return to normalcy, then saw him walk towards the desk with a curved surface. He picked up an already opened letter from the desk, studying its contents with a serious and contemplative expression, which triggered Benadette’s curiosity: ”A letter? You’ve been looking at that letter for quite a while now, which isn’t usual... Where’s it from?”

”From the Cecil Empire,” Prince Nash raised the letter in his hand, ”a giant within the alliance.”

”Is it a letter from a diplomat? It’s not the first time,” Benadette blinked, ”You haven’t seemed this attentive to ones before.”

”Because this time the letter was personally written by Gawain Cecil,” Prince Nash’s expression turned solemn; he spoke while slowly placing the letter back on the desk, ”It seems... that energetic and far-sighted human ruler finally has time to focus more on us, and he’s curious about our closed national gates.”

Benadette finally showed surprise, attempting to peer into the letter’s contents—a failure, of course, so she could only ask, ”What did that resurrected human pioneer write?”

”Apart from formal greetings and topics about inviting us to join the surrounding continent routes, he also mentioned... the issue of Loren Continent mages traveling in Violet Kingdom,” Prince Nash said with a peculiar expression, ”Initially, I thought he was referring to those mages apprenticing in the City of Thousand Towers, but it seems that’s not the case. He means ordinary travelers; he’s inquiring whether Violet Kingdom is open to allowing these wandering mages into the City of Thousand Towers... It’s odd to me.”

”...Why does he suddenly care about this?” Benadette furrowed her brow. ”And speaking of traveling mages... Violet Kingdom’s heartland has always been closed to outsiders; it’s no secret. As a sovereign ruler, why would he personally inquire about this?”

”He did not express it explicitly in the letter, but it reminded me of the messages our spies sent back recently from Northport and Bitter Winter County,” Prince Nash stated calmly, ”The spies reported that the Wilder Clan in Loren North suddenly started investigating some very ancient records. In certain more public information, they saw the name ’Modir Wilde’...”

Benadette slightly furrowed her brow: ”Modir Wilde... Seems familiar? Wait... Let me check the library.”