Ruger put away the Lucid Dream Simulation Spell and hurried up to the upper library. That was where the real reward for braving danger lay. Layden clearly thought so too, his steps even lighter than Ruger's.
As he passed the turn in the stairs, Ruger instinctively sped up. The wings on his back spread open, and he actually drifted through the air for a short distance.
Lain looked at his back in surprise. He clearly had not expected Ruger's Nightmare organs to grow to such an extent in three days. They did not merely look a size larger; they were also in an exceptionally stable state.
"Lord Layden, we'll share after we get out," he said.
"Fine," Layden said.
This had originally been something they were supposed to do after leaving last time—a small unspoken understanding between wizard apprentices traveling together.
Ruger went straight to the bookshelf from last time. He wanted to see whether the book containing the Dragon-Subduer Ascension Ritual was still there.
Whether it was there was no small matter. It involved two questions. First, would books they had disturbed return to their original state? Second, would books that had become clear turn blurry again as time passed, as the old woman went a long time without thinking of them? The second point was especially crucial. The old woman should already be discussing Nightmare Wizards downstairs. If the favorable possibility did not hold true, then they could only hold their noses and read things related to Nightmare Wizards to pass the time.
Ruger's fingers slid along the edge of the shelf. With a light hook above the books, he snagged one into his hand and immediately flipped to the final section.
The Dragon-Subduer Ascension Ritual was indeed there, and its contents were exactly the same as last