34 Where's the Imp?

Pressing the black book close to him, Nathaniel left the balcony and walked inside towards his desk. He felt a little guilty for laughing at Nolan, but remembering what Nolan had said, a soft laugh escaped him.

He shook his head, still amused by the idea his brother came up with.

"Squeeakkk…."

Nathaniel paused on his feet, his ears instantly caught a faint sound coming from somewhere among his bookshelves.

"... Squeeeaakk."

After confirming the squeaking sound, he abruptly turned around, scanning his spacious library. Moving quickly, he weaved through the bookshelves, searching for the source of the noise.

Like his garden, his library was meticulously maintained. The servants followed a strict daily schedule to ensure it remained spotless, preventing dust from settling on his books.

Were the servants not doing their job properly?

A wave of anger immediately surged within him.