Chapter 65 - Incidence

The Hollow Mountains.

A place teeming with all sorts of ancient dangers, and mysteries that one would be wise to avoid.

But not him.

No, not him.

He had stumbled into that very place and now, the rotten fruits of that colossal effort to escape the throes of history that enveloped that place, were spread over his desk.

How? He did not know.

But Eida and the Girl were both washing up for bed, while he stood in his room, with those three items on his desk, though, how they had made their way there, he had no idea.

He'd long since checked the surroundings for any sign of entry, but there was none. He had not yet questioned the servants, due to the sensitive nature of the items, but he could tell that no one had come in.

He had a small study in the corner of the room, with a candle light as it's only source of illumination, which spread dimly over that surface.

He sat in the chair, borderline collapsing into it.