New World, New Life: I Became A Bigshot In The Ancient World

"Daemons, daemons, daemons." Aristia chanted, flipping through a book.

She was cuddled up on the window seat that was actually a chaise lounge in front of a large window, very much like the one in S*fia The First.

All around her, books were strewn haphazardly. They were mainly books about daemons. The others were about aura.

Millie was lying beside her with her eyes closed as if she were asleep, but Aristia knew she wasn’t.

There were three books in particular out of the five she had gotten from the library the previous night that were stacked on top of each other. These books were specifically about daemons.

She had read the three books, was currently reading one, and the remaining book that she hadn’t read was lying beside her.

With a sigh, Aristia closed the book in her hand and put it on top of the pile.

"No." She groaned. It’s all saying the same thing!"

She hadn’t found much information about daemons apart from what she already knew. The books talked about how rare daemons were and about the special connection between master and daemon, as they were formed from the aura.

Her eyes fell on the last remaining book; the largest among the five.

Because it was the largest in the pile, it was placed at the bottom.