Looking at the somewhat familiar imprint on the edge of the table in front of him, Bishop Connell couldn't help but stretch out his aged palm and gently caress it.
I remember the last time I came here... was it ten years ago?Back then, I could still move through these tall bookshelves like a gentle breeze...
After lamenting the passage of time, the old man let out a sigh and finally picked up an old, yellowed transcribed volume.
""The Religious Tribunal Witch Trial Review-1487", uh... certainly not this one!" Bishop Connell's hand trembled slightly, and he quickly put the book aside.
""Dark Creature Investigation Report-1327.9.1", this one... isn't it either!" Taking another thin volume into his hands, he thumbed through it briefly, shook his head, and casually placed it to the side.
An unknown amount of time passed. Finally, from the very bottom of the pile of transcribed volumes, a tome nearly ten centimeters thick appeared in the old man's hands.
