The Sacred Library was built during the Ignorant Era. As a religious library, it might have been ancient, but its collection was not particularly extensive.
Compared to the libraries of the great Legendary Magician towers, this place had a much stronger religious character. It collected more works in which Pro World's ancient ancestors praised Lannis, mostly epics, ballads, and plays, occasionally mixed with biographies of ancient heroes.
Of course, since it was guarded by a Scroll Dragon, that meant the library still held considerable historical value.
At the very least, its theological records had to surpass those of the entire Pro World.
After all, it was a repository established by followers of the God Above all gods.
"Those elephant folk simply don't understand the true purpose of a library. All they do is forcibly stuff all kinds of messy books into this library's belly."
"To be honest, I'm furious about it, but because of a librarian's duty, I've had no choice but to waste most of my life sorting them out."
The Scroll Dragon, Bilbo, led Xu Nan and the others inside while complaining incessantly.
"If that's the case, why are you still trapped in this library?"
Xu Nan found it rather strange. Generally speaking, contracts signed with libraries were more often equal and voluntary agreements; they rarely restricted personal freedom.
The elephant folk had lost Lannis's protection. According to Bilbo, their race lacked wise people, and the library's function had gradually shifted toward storing books rather than exchanging knowledge. That should have been unbearable for a Scroll Dragon.
He should have left long ago.
Bilbo's expression dimmed slightly, but his eyes remained resolute. "That is another matter. This is where I was born. Many years ago, when I had just crawled out of my eggshell, my mother and I