Almost simultaneously, a speeding carriage entered the Druid Guild. Before long, the entire guild was in an uproar.
Among the first Druids to receive the news were men who ordinarily kept their emotions hidden behind a reserved demeanor. Yet every one of them turned pale with shock at what they heard.
"Are you certain your information is accurate?" An Archdruid grabbed the Druid who had brought the news and questioned him urgently.
"Absolutely. We received the news immediately, and because it was so important, we ordered the people at our outpost to verify it at once. They confirmed it, and we brought it straight here," the Druid said firmly.
"This is incredible. Truly unbelievable... Quick, report this to the president!" the elder urged.
The Druid Guild's study looked more like a library. The room itself was enormous, but towering bookshelves lined every wall from floor to ceiling. They were filled with thick, neatly bound volumes, their hard covers bearing elegant gold lettering.
The president had just finished reviewing a document and turned his gaze toward the bookshelves.
The books on those shelves were the Druids' greatest treasures.
Countless volumes recorded Druid divine spells and collected information about Druids from countries across the continent. More than anything, they recorded the struggles of countless Druids.
Three thousand years of history would weigh heavily on any organization.
Suddenly, the president thought of Romon. He rose from his desk and took down a book of middling thickness. Its cover bore the unmistakable title "Archdruid Romon."
After stroking its cover for a long time, the president sighed.
Although he publicly rebuked Romon, the president himself did not entirely oppose his ideas. In fact, he had read this collection of materials more than a dozen times.
For a Druid Guild president burdened with countless daily affairs,