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Only to find Aristotle's big strides and he stood beside me in front of us is Edward. "Dela Vega," he greeted the man seriously and seemingly reluctantly. I was just surprised when Aristotle nuzzle me. He pulled me closer and I seemed weak as he touched me. I felt his arm wrap around my waist. His hands stroked up and down. I was horrified at what he did. Edward chuckled as if nervous enveloped him. "Engineer Lecaroz," he politely greeted Aristotle. "She have me. She doesn't need help," he said angrily, nodding his head at the man he was talking to.

Its cover was worn smooth at the edges, the dark surface marked with a faded crescent burned into the center. “This is not the first time a bond has been rejected for ambition,” Sella said. “Only the first time in many years that the Goddess may have answered back.” Elara’s fingers tightened around the cup. Darius’s gaze moved to Sella. “Show her.” Sella opened the book on the low table between the chairs. The pages were yellowed, the writing inside narrow and careful, with small symbols drawn beside certain passages. Elara leaned forward despite herself. She did not fully recognize the script. Some words were familiar, old ritual language used in ceremonies, but others were stranger, older,

"He's sensitive as a petal, anyone who doesn't possess magic would never be able to mess with this book, he doesn't open up to humans." Every page Leonore passed contained scriptures that seemed to be as old as Gaul itself. Drawings of what would be wolves or bears, in even scarier sizes than normal. There were flowers, herbs, roots, leaves, stems, all drawn time delicately shaped hour drawn as if the person who was illustrating that page was struggling to stay alive. Artemisia wasn't sure where she had gotten that speculation from, but given the world the young woman lived in, with or without magic, the young woman didn't doubt much whether that was true.

Their knowledge had been declared heretical during the Council’s consolidation of power—erased from common record, sealed away as dangerous. “Show me.” They moved to the tent Aria had transformed into a private research space. The interior was dim but warm, lit by enchanted lanterns that glowed with pale silver flame. Aria and Elric hovered over a large wooden table, already deep in the scrolls Nyra had retrieved. The parchment was old, brittle at the edges, yet it pulsed faintly with silver magic—resonant and alive, like it remembered being written. “This one,” Elric said, pointing to an etched spiral surrounded by ancient glyphs, “mentions an entity known only as the First Howl. It wasn’t

“Amara, I’ve been delving deeper into the ancient texts, searching for any mention of similar visions, any clues about the nature of this… entity that might be threatening us.” He presented me with a worn, leather-bound tome, its pages filled with archaic script and unsettling illustrations. “There are mentions,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper, “of a malevolent force, a being of pure darkness that feeds on fear and despair. It is drawn to power, to strong emotions, and to individuals with a unique magical resonance.”

I want to focus on her body and give her pleasure rather than the scepter. “The scepter was enchanted by the high priestess of Selene. Anointed with the waters of the Springs of Argyroupolis. The precise incantation used has been forgotten over the centuries. But it is believed the scepter may only be held without pain by a true Argyris.” Isis read on. “What’s this part say? It’s atrocious handwriting.” Isis questioned, zooming in on a handwritten note. She’s not wrong. The handwriting is terrible. Which is why I know what it says.

He turned to Norval and gave him one last chance to back out, knowing well enough that Norval would never take the offer. “Before I finish this, I have one more question to ask you. How could you anticipate all of my attacks? Did you employ some sort of elixir that enabled you to read my thoughts?” He inquired. Norval was speechless, his hand twitching a little as he stared blankly. “Well, since I can't use it anymore, I might as well tell you,” he ultimately concluded." You see, I've read the full text of the Yulcites' Holy Book, which you all employ as a grimoire. I'm aware that the book is divided into six chapters, each of which is based on natural components. The first chapter deals wit