Inside the Wooden Gate, a tall guard clad in gleaming full-body steel armor, with a longsword at his waist, stood watch.
On the surface, the guard seemed highly competent.
That was, if one ignored his strange posture—leaning against the wooden support pillar by the entrance, his head slightly tilted.
Hearing the gate open, the guard jolted awake from his nap and hurriedly straightened up, putting on an appearance of dutiful vigilance.
No matter where one went, as long as the faction was not too large, these guards always seemed to come from the same mold.
Watching this familiar sort of guard behavior, the corner of Anvis's mouth twitched faintly.
"What is it?"
"Hello, could you tell me where the Archive Room is?"
At that, the guard looked the two of them over.
His build was average, his clothes hidden beneath a brown traveler's cloak, and his features were so ordinary that they were difficult to describe.
...Yet he somehow felt incredibly approachable, so approachable that one could not bear to refuse any of his requests.
"Second-floor corridor. Starting from the stairway, it's the third-to-last room. The one with an open scroll shape in the center of the door."
"Understood. Thank you for your answer."
Nodding, Anvis led Chom to the second floor, leaving behind the guard, who was still under the effects of the charm.
After smoothly locating the Archive Room the guard had described, Anvis pushed open the door. His Spiritual Power spread outward as he searched through rows of towering stone archive shelves for the information he needed.
Before long, he identified the classification labels on several archive cabinets.
Manipulating his Spiritual Power, Anvis removed several thick paper files, along with an ancient Stone Tablet.
The records here were not all kept on paper. Information was recorded through