The Seventeenth Founder
Sylvoir cleared her throat and matched my gesture, resting her cute chin on her delicate hands as she looked into my eyes. "The proposal is this: you tell us everything you know about the power you hold within your body, and in return…"
My ears perked up.
"… All sixteen of us will grant you one favor each," she concluded. "No matter what you ask us to do, as long as it doesn't concern the Library, we will do our best to grant it."
I scanned my eyes over the other Founders. They were all calm and collected despite the shocking words that just came out of Sylvoir's mouth. They must've already discussed this carefully beforehand, and judged my information to be worth the trouble.
Still… why were they so desperate for information regarding my power…? I get that it was certainly powerful, but… was it really worth all of this?