Sudden incident!

Akriod smiled slightly. "Never mind; what's your name, soldier?"

He knew his name from what Ronan had said about him before, but he wanted to get to know this extremely loyal soldier, especially since he could benefit from him in the future.

He couldn't believe that he was asked his name and spoke hesitantly mixed with a surprised expression. "I-Ryudas Yanar, from the Ryudas family, sir."

"So, it's an honor to meet you, and I hope you'll be just as loyal in the future."

Akriod left.

Under Ryudas's wide-open eyes, he slowly turned to face the soldiers, and his expression was a result of the shock at what he had just heard. "Did you hear what he said!" For Ryudas, those words were not merely a sentence—they were an unexpected honor.

He had never anticipated receiving such recognition, especially considering how he had assumed he would remain unnoticed by the renowned leader of the Agard family's forces.

_ _ _

The last light of the setting sun disappeared at the horizon where the sky met the extended mountain range, revealing the darkness.

A bright light emerged from a hall that made the moon jealous, casting its glow in every direction.

In the great hall, the inauguration ceremony of the new dysar was noisy, filled with the chatter of soldiers laughing and joking with each other. "I thought the dysar would execute you with the nine demons, Ryudas," one soldier joked.

"Even I thought that, but it seems he's different—he's not like the other dysars. This why we have to be better soldiers than the others,"

"Do you want to rise in rank or something?" a soldier, whose looks were sharp and hair neatly combed, added with a playful tone.

Ryudas, smiling in response, said, "We're still new soldiers, so we have plenty of time. But now let's have fun together."

_ _ _

Meanwhile, Akriod sat in his office with two flags behind him.

The gray of the flags glowed as the light reflected off the emblem of Elethra's democracy, a golden crown pierced by a sword inside an incomplete circle in a small section.

Akriod had his hand under his jaw; after an hour had passed since he arrived at Agard's main room where no one else entered.

He searched everywhere; he read every document and every paper in the files, cabinets, or drawers, which made his desk hold mountains of papers.

But he did not find any information related to the hidden library; neither from far nor from close, they were all documents related to military instructions, logistical plans, or official notifications, and part of the documents that had no value to him.

"If the information is correct, it means that there is a dimensional portal to the world of the Vaticanus in democracy, but where is it, I wonder..." After talking to himself thoughtfully, he leaned back in his chair with his hands wide open and his face staring at the ceiling, where he was contemplating his thoughts...

* *

And upon reaching this stage, everything had begun.

From the road he embarked upon with the knowledge he wrested from the depths of the underworld, it was that very information that led him to realize the existence of the path compass in the stronghold of democracy.

Where the hidden library lies, holding within its folds the key to the dimension portal... the compass that leads to the Prison of the Abyss.

This prison, whose existence is only acknowledged by those who believe in it, is an extraordinary facility that has inspired legends for decades due to its mystery and the terror people hear about it, hidden from the world's eyes.

It is the final exile, where the most dangerous and influential prisoners are sent. Here, the elite politicians, bearers of great secrets, and individuals with forbidden backgrounds who have crossed the forbidden boundaries and touched the unforgivable taboos are held.

The purpose of his relentless pursuit to reach the Prison of the Abyss was to meet a mysterious man he had known long ago, a prisoner there who was the only one who knew the location of the Flower of Blessing, the flower that would allow him to conquer the curse of his essence.

However, the information he possesses remains limited; his knowledge is confined to the location of one of the dimensional gates controlled by the democracy, a gate that can only be found with the Path Compass in the hidden library.

The Path Compass, where the destination means everything to him, and he will not hesitate to sacrifice anything to reach it.

Without this compass, the Prison of the Abyss cannot be reached.

* *

"Is the knowledge of the Hidden Library limited to a select few within the democracy, or does it belong to an unknown group or who?..."

He was lost in thought, his eyes fixed on the ceiling as questions ran through his mind. Suddenly, a knock on the door brought him back to reality.

After arranging the scattered files, Akriod ordered the knocker to enter, who turned out to be Ronan, carefully scratching his white beard, carrying a file under his left arm.

He closed the door behind him and stood respectfully in front of the desk.

"Sorry to bother you, sir." Ronan looked at Inar with sympathy, and spoke in a respectful tone.

"No, it's okay, what brings you here?" Nothing caught Akriod's attention except the file Ronan was holding.

A golden file surrounded by three neat white threads, he took it from under his arm and placed it directly on the desk with great care, explaining the value of the file. "It is a golden file containing the Agard family name, sir; it was specially brought here by the soldiers of the Great Northern Theocracy."

"A golden file!" Akriod wondered to himself. After a moment, he lifted the file and carefully examined it.

His gaze was fixed with great interest on the name written at the top of the white paper attached to the golden file, etched in blood-red ink.

The ink was of a mysterious origin, used exclusively by the Northern Theocracy—a fact he knew well. Yet, what truly caught his attention wasn't the ink itself, but the content of the writing. "To the Dysar of the Fifth District, Inar Agard," he muttered in surprise. How had the Northern Theocracy come to know of his appointment so quickly? Or had they been aware of it even before he arrived in the future?

He couldn't say for certain, especially since he can't access any memories from the fake Inar form, whose only use before he moves to the future is to emulate the original Inar.

He lowered his gaze to the content below the name and muttered to himself, "Special file! Number five! Wait, a master number! That means there is more than one copy sent from the Theocracy."

This was his only assumption, based on his service in the Sacred Capital, where the main numbers are vertical lines, and they are ten numbers sandwiched between the numbers one and ten, and the main number in his copy is the number five with vertical lines, which is a number that indicates the copy sent to each country; as for the golden file, its color symbolizes important information of great value or very big news.

He carefully removed the threads surrounding the file.

Suddenly the door of the room was opened forcefully, and a nervous soldier entered, panting heavily.

Ronan looked at him angrily. "It seems you have the audacity to enter The Dysar's room like this!"

The soldier with the curly black hair looked at him and said in a tired tone, "I'm sorry, sir, but something happened regarding the great Dysar that made me so nervous."

Akriod noticed his condition and smiled and said to him, "calm down, what happened?"

" Agard family mansion... " The soldier took a deep breath.

"The Agard family mansion!" Akriod didn't know which mansion he was talking about and asked him the most appropriate question for the context of his question "What happened in it!"

"The Aragd family mansion outside of democracy has been burned."

A shocked expression appeared on Ronan's face. "Do you know what you're saying!" He couldn't believe what he said and added, "Impossible, the mansion is heavily guarded."

"Did any of the guards get hurt?"

"Most of them, sir. We got the news from the surviving soldiers."

Ronan put his hand to his forehead. "What a disaster!" He looked at Akriod, "Mr. Inar!"

"You may leave now." Akriod ordered the soldier with a surprised expression and a tone of fake shock.

"Yes, sir."

After the soldier left and closed the door.

Akriod stood up and put on his dark military coat that matched his gray military uniform and wear his military hat and pointed at Ronan with his finger "The golden file is up to you, read its contents and I don't want anyone to know what's in it, and inform me of the information after, is that understood?"

"Leave it to me, sir," Ronan understood the order left to him and lifted the file and held it very carefully as he looked at Akriod who opened the door and left.