Clearly his creation, those things called Arcane Arts and Magic, are sufficient to rewrite the progress of an entire era and the trajectory of civilization, a monumental achievement.
Yet, he is smug about being able to monopolize his secrets.
How selfish, hardly different from a petty person.
Her lips curved into a mocking smile.
Then, she looked back down at the crowd below, who appeared somewhat apprehensive.
"Were you previously asking whether the announcement I made in the Astral Realm broadcast is true?"
"Now, I can answer you."
"It is true."
Hathaway's words were indifferent.
And at this moment, behind her, an ephemeral glow appeared.
At this moment, countless pages were unknown called into motion with a rustling sound.
In that ephemeral glow, one after another, books engraved with profound and ancient texts silently appeared.
Then, one after another, they quietly fell onto the imposing and orderly bookshelves.
