An inexplicable night, an inexplicable encounter.
By the time Ronald had finished making his report at the Investigation Bureau, the sun was already about to rise in the east, the first light of dawn illuminating the clouds in the sky, and it wasn't long before he had to start work.
Sitting in his apartment, Ronald still had some of last night's turmoil in his mind.
After the people from the Investigation Bureau had arrived last night, the situation in the cabin had naturally come under the efficient control of these professionals.
But for Ronald, the experiences of the night were certainly bizarre.
It was supposed to be a night of studying ancient Spell texts alone at home, yet it turned into a strange sequence of events that started and ended oddly.
If he had to describe it, the encounter that night gave Ronald a sense of anticlimax.
The ownership of an ancient tome was decided so easily?
Rustle—
