Stealing Knowledge

Although Tir often came across as unreliable, at least this time, Gawain found her advice quite dependable.

Even if The Ultimate Book truly was a relic of some long-lost ancient civilization, those dragons who made their fortunes by safeguarding people's property until every last client had died probably knew where it came from—perhaps they could even dig an intact copy out of their warehouse...

To be honest, Gawain still felt rather bothered about accidentally breaking The Ultimate Book.

After returning to Cecil Palace, he immediately contacted the senior agent through the Mithril Ring.

Just as expected, the blue dragon lady appeared before him in less than thirty minutes—summonable as ever, with a remarkably swift response.

"The Mithril Treasury is pleased to serve you," Melitapornia said as she stood before Gawain. Her features were hidden behind a pale purple veil, with only her slightly curved eyes revealing a smile. "This time, would you like to deposit or withdraw an item, consult us about our services, or... use express delivery again?"

"Let's put that aside for now," Gawain said, waving a hand as he finally asked something he had long wanted to know. "Why do you always get here so quickly—as if you live nearby? There aren't any major historical events for you to observe right now. Don't you have anything else to do?"

Melita's professional smile seemed to stiffen for an instant, but when he looked again, it seemed like an illusion. Her smile remained as warm as a spring breeze. "You are a priority client of the Mithril Treasury, so naturally you receive special attention—but this time, it truly was a coincidence that I happened to be nearby. Please don't worry. My work will not be delayed; every employee of the Mithril Treasury is devoted to their duties."

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