"Has the lord still not come out?"
Connor sighed. "Not yet. Mr. Alexei, you've worn yourself out lately. You should get some rest too."
"I'm fine. It's nothing." Alexei waved a hand and sat down in an armchair.
Connor glanced at the tightly shut study door and shook his head.
Inside the study.
The room, which had originally been barely passable in terms of tidiness, was now a complete mess.
All kinds of manuscripts had been tossed across the floor, scattered everywhere.
The manuscripts contained everything: chemical equations, three-view mechanical drawings, and maps.
A notebook lay open on the desk, filled with writing. The first half was relatively neat, but the handwriting grew more and more chaotic toward the back.
Further on, large sections of the writing had been crossed out or stained, and even the content began contradicting itself, gradually becoming impossible to make out.
On the final page, however, there was a single line of exceptionally neat handwriting.
"Science no longer exists."
Beside the desk was an armchair. Theus sat in it with his head lowered, neither thinking, moving, nor speaking...
Not breathing.
Somewhere unknown, within an ancient, desolate, and magnificent palace.
A long table stood in the center of the great hall, with several people seated along either side. They silently maintained their respective postures without moving, like puppets.
Upon the enormous Golden Throne, a faceless figure slowly raised its head.
At the long table, a thin young man with handsome features slowly closed his eyes, his expression gradually becoming blank.
Theus sat upon the Golden Throne, lightly tapping the tabletop with his fingers.
He did not speak. Instead, he closed his eyes, as though recalling something.
"My memories weren't interrupted. There are no signs of distortion, deletion, or alteration."
"I've already come here,