Chapter 26: Who cares about swords and magic, please give me a phone!
"Do you think he’s angry?"
I was laying down on my stomach, on the comfortable library couch. The fabric felt soft on my cheek, and it was easy to fall asleep there with the warm sunlight pouring from the huge window.
But I couldn’t.
I had been resolving myself to face Natha and...well, I didn’t actually have a concrete plan on what I wanted to convey to him. But I did want to address the thing about the doctor. Even if I had to twist some truth—just enough so I don’t have to explain about the transmigration thing—I wanted to tell him that I thought about the doctor because they looked similar, and that I had no lingering feelings anymore. Or at least I thought so.
I wanted to come clean too, about reading his journal. It wasn’t because I wanted to ask him about the continuation of his adventu—I mean, journey. Ahem—yes, definitely not because of that. I swear it wasn’t because I couldn’t find the next volume—I mean notebook—within the tower.
And what a damn big tower this was.
I had, finally, explored this place and found out the general layout. I did it like a treasure hunt too, with Jadector flying around informing me of possible mana convergence sites.
I didn’t explore the ground floor where the tower staff’s room and the golem maintenance were, but I did spend a few days investigating every room on the guest resident floor. It was the floor below the library, and only Zia stayed there for now. The floor below that turned out to be used for sitting and dining rooms, and I started to have my meal there with Zia rather than eating alone in the suite. But even after days of exploring both floors, all I found were a few secret passages and no suspicious notebook.
I didn’t think I’d find anything in the grand hall room below, so I just skimmed the place that looked more like a colosseum with it being empty. I did use it to practice my mana circulation, though, since it looked like a training ground, playing around with Jade using our light attribute mana.
But still, no dice on any journals or notes.
It was alright though, since I resolved myself to just ask Natha about it. But—BUT! He didn’t show up even after a week. And then another week passed, and another. And now I was filled with anxiety.