|| Chapter 473 || A Grave Error

The air brimmed with the essence of magic. For one, it would be an overwhelming experience, drowning in the potent energy of mana. However, for the three people within the library, it was as easy as breathing while they busied themselves. 

Sitting at the working desk while skimming over the Book of Orchaedia, the slender silver-haired young man glanced at the windows. At the next second, sunset rays filled the area, bathing the furniture and tomes in soothing orange light. Silver eyes softened, appearing bright and serene from the sunset hues of their pupils. 

He would feel relaxed and comfortable... if it weren't for the additional presence in the library. 

Mouim secretly took a glimpse at the elf's figure from afar, casually reading a small journal from the farthest shelf. He might not look suspicious, but Moulin was already wary of his intentions for gracing them with his elven presence.

'It's already been hours...'