I am Ashamed

In the silence of the dark room, silver light converged out of thin air. The shining silver light soon formed an old man’s face. Wrinkles covered the face that was pale and bloodless as if it had not seen the sun in years. And yet, his eyes were like the vast sea. They were awe-inspiring by themselves.

"Doctor Norton, I am Bayer, in charge of Avalon."

"Emergency line?" Norton recognized the signal and furrowed his brows. "Has sign of Leviathan awakening appeared again?"

"No, there’s something else." Bayer sighed and stammered out, "A few days ago, I submitted something related to the Voynich Manuscript’s interpretation. Do you still remember?"

"Of course! The Revelation musicians of Trinity College went crazy arguing over what you submitted. If not for Hermes’s vouch, they’d still be arguing now. What’s wrong? Is it fake?"