Chapter 308: Why Is My Time the Only One That’s Messed Up (3)
Epherene dropped onto the publishing company's basement floor, her thoughts momentarily blank.
Of course, it was because of the past she had just witnessed that Epherene, without a word, picked up the pocket watch.
Click—
With a sound, the past replayed, and Deculein and the director of the publishing company reappeared.
— ... Might I, perhaps, dare to ask your reasoning, sir? Forgive my audacity, but this is the first time the Floating Island has sent someone directly that leaves me no recourse but to inquire in this manner...
— Even such a disturbing forbidden book might yet prove useful to a certain individual.
Epherene knew who the certain individual Deculein spoke of was—and the certain individual could be none other than that certain individual.
— ... One day, she will come and steal it again on her own.
Epherene caught Deculein’s muttered words, markedly different from when he ignored her research and dismissed it as arrogance, as she looked at his face slowly then more intently and saw a smile touch his features.
However, the past soon faded away, crumbling like a sandcastle.
... It doesn't matter, Epherene thought.
Epherene once more took hold of the pocket watch.