In the reading room, Arthur, on the verge of opening a white book, was suddenly startled by a knock at the door.
"Knock!"
At the sound, Arthur swiftly stashed the book in his space pouch and fixed his gaze on the reading room's entrance.
"Who is it?" Arthur asked, his tone tinged with annoyance since he had explicitly instructed the library guard not to disturb him during his reading.
"Apologies for the interruption, Young Master Arthur, but someone is seeking your presence," the familiar voice of the former library guard chimed in.
Hearing this, Arthur rose from his seat, approached the door, and turned the knob.
"Who's looking for me?" As Arthur opened the door, he found himself face to face with two figures: the library guard and, to his surprise, the last person he expected to be searching for him so soon—Diargan.
With his trademark fan in hand and a scholar's expression, Diargan regarded Arthur with a faint smile.