Chapter 570 Being Followed

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~~~(POV: Cera Adamo)~~~

~~~(Location: The Jungles of Nae'mor, The City of Armezix, The Continent of Alforza)~~~

~~~(Time: 9:17 AM)~~~

Sally has finished her breakfast already. Jaeemara and I are taking our time to enjoy the food instead of inhaling it. The first place we're being taken to is The Hall of History. It's a massive library full of information about The Dark Elves and the rest of the world.

I'm interested in what's been collected by The Dark Elves. Obviously, the Cezlite Empire were the masters of The Dark Elves, as well as the Nomadic High Orcs. I want to see if Dark Elves' own collection of knowledge corroborates what I've learned.

"The Hall of History has been around for about 36,000 years. It's the greatest collection of knowledge in all of Gaia. The large dome structure you saw when we paid to get in was its location. Magic is used to make the inside even bigger."

That's a significant amount of time. Thinking about living that long... That's a disturbing thought. My drive to continually learn information comes at a price. I don't know what that price is yet. But I know there is one.

I've already been given consequences since using my knowledge of the future. Maybe I should stop this thirst. People's lives have been taken and changed because of it. Who's to say it won't continue?

"Finish eating, guys. I'm getting bored waiting."

Maybe you shouldn't eat your food so fast.

'',

"Sally, not everyone can eat the amount you can as fast. I've never met anyone that doesn't chew their food before swallowing."

Jaeemara takes a jab at Sally. As much as Sally resents it, a chuckle escapes my lips.

"Oh, so you agree with her? You don't think I chew my food?"

How did I end up here?

"I think you'll end up choking one of these days."

Her mouth hangs open in disbelief. Insinuating someone eats too much and too fast is an incredibly bold and stupid thing to do, especially when the person you're doing it to is your girlfriend.

"Yeah, well! You could go without farting in your sleep! All night long! When the blankets are opened, it can melt the paint off walls!"

She's taking the gloves off. The funny thing is, she farts in her sleep too. I'm as much to blame for the melting of paint as she is.

"I don't know why you think you don't fart in your sleep too, Sally. You contribute as much as I do when the paint melts."

Red crimson starts spreading across her cheeks. Turns out it embarrasses her more than it does me. Jaeemara is the one laughing now, and it's at the expense of both of us.

"I'm going to miss you guys. I remember the days when Pazemad and I had times like this. I miss them. Thanks for helping me remember."

As the laughter stops from Jaeemara. I notice someone looking at us from the bar. It takes a second, but my staring at the person causes him to stand up and leave.

Sally and I have our hoods up, but if someone were to look long enough, they'd see we don't fit in. We're missing the traditional Dark Elf features. I think we're being watched. I don't know why, other than security reasons for Armezix.

They'd try and detain us, right? This is a new and interesting approach to dealing with intruders. However, they know I'm in Armezix. Which means they know it's me. That explains why they're not approaching me.

We finish our breakfast, make our way out of the Inn, and start walking down the street to The Hall of History. I'm keeping my eyes out and noticing some people looking at us for longer than necessary.

People are following us from far behind. It's interesting, to say the least. They want to know what I'm doing in Armezix. Why not just approach me about it? That's better than skulking about in the crowd.

"The Hall of History is open to the public. Floors 8 and higher are off-limits to civilians. Not even my family has access. Only the royal bloodline is allowed beyond that point. If you get permission from them, you're allowed to pass the 8th floor."

I'm willing to bet that information on the Cezlite Empire is beyond the 8th floor. They'd want to hide that from the majority of the public.

~~~(POV: Prince Feldern Ail Lukeaerd Zae Teziel)~~~

~~~(Location: The Jungles of Nae'mor, The City of Armezix, The Continent of Alforza)~~~

~~~(Time: 9:45 AM)~~~

"He's in the capital?!"

The report I'm reading tells me everything I'd ask. But I want to ensure I'm not reading something else from paranoia. Wezarik is the one that brought me this paper, and he's informed about everything I'm told about.

He takes a single breath and nods his head a single time. Confirming that I'm reading my worst fear.

"Where is he heading?"

'ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ NovelB(i)n. ᴄᴏᴍ',

It takes a second to calm down and take a breath. Angel Zern is in the capital, and he's on the move. I want to know everything he's doing at all times.

"From the reports, The Hall of History. He's being led by a Dark Elf... Someone of prominent nobility herself."

A Traitor.

"Give me the name of this betrayer, and I'll have her drawn, hind, and quartered."

He takes off his glasses and cleans them. After a second, he places them in his breast pocket.

"Jaeemara."

As those words leave his mouth, I realize this person is untouchable. We can't survive without the support of Eldinemara, and that's one of his Daughters.

"I want you to figure out what they're doing here. Yourself. You have my permission to leave the palace and approach them. Don't let them know about anything. Be friendly and learn about them. For now, we'll play this slow."

He bows his head and leaves the room.

I have complete faith in Wezarick. He's the best when it comes to stuff like this. Now all I have to do is wait for more messages about his progress. The reports will be slow, but that's a part of the game.

Before I can stand up, Aelora walks into the office with an angry expression on her face. She reaches my desk and slams her hands on it. Causing it to crack and splinter.

"Why didn't you tell me!? I could help!!"

It's not her job to be on the lookout for Angel Zern. That's my job. She's already got responsibilities, and she needs to focus on them. Not this.

"How you feel about this is none of my concern, Aelora. You're already busy with something important. I'll focus on this. If anything changes, I'll tell you."

She squints her eyes and growls.

"But don't wait on the edge of your seat. We're playing a long game now. Since Angel Zern didn't head directly here, there is more information to be learned."

That's the end of the conversation as I stand and exit. But the thrashing in my office tells me the maids will have a time cleaning up the mess she's making. It's not the first time her tantrums have come.

They are few and far between. But when they happen, it's because it's serious.

~~~(POV: Saliandra Orvello)~~~

~~~(Location: The Jungles of Nae'mor, The City of Armezix, The Continent of Alforza)~~~

~~~(Time: 10:29 AM)~~~

Jaeemara stands next to me as we watch Cera take a bunch of books off the shelves. I love seeing him do something he's passionate about.

"Just so you know, we've been followed. Cera already noticed it. I wanted to let you know, so nothing surprises you in case there is a fight."

I look at her with concern and a raised eyebrow.

"Don't worry. They're keeping their distance. But I'm betting Cera and you were noticed. If people look long enough, they'll see you're not Dark Elves."

Well, this just got interesting.

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A/N: Below this line, I'll be keeping Cera's player information. That way, I won't have to place it into the story above anymore. It takes about 180 words up.

[Slayer (Zern) Lvl.236][Tier-4]

[Exp: 72/100%]

[Title: The Son of Arch-Angel Michael (Hidden)]

[Stats] [Strength - 7095][Endurance - 7045][Dexterity - 7215][Speed - 8240][Focus - 19,660]

[Mana aura control: 6/100%]

[Health: 76,560,000,000/76,560,000,000] [Mana: 216,600,000,000/216,600,000,000]

[Stat Points: 440] [Armor rating: 500]

[Inventory] [Dice of Wayland (Divine)] [The Witness (Legendary Sword)] [Fenrir's Whistle (Divine)] [Camping gear] [Fishing poles 2x] [Festival Garbs 2x] [4x EXP Boosts] [Princess Saliandra's Panties (Black Lace)] [Desert Warrior Nomad Set (Rare)]

[Passive Perks]

[Inheritor of the Sword] [Son of Heaven] [Slayer of Evil] [Holy Willow Trees Savior] [Finder of Legends] [The Divine who has Legend] [Destined for Greatness] [Dungeon Diver] [An Overachiever]

[Active Skills]

[Heavens light Lvl.74 325/7400] [Protected by Heaven Lvl.74 225/7400] [Slash Lvl.92 4600/21000] [Parry Lvl.68 85/6800] [Double Strike N/A] [Kingslayer N/A] [Raging Machine N/A] [Winged Glory] [Angelic Flight] [Divine Pressure Exertion] [Divinity Pulse] [Controlled Fun] [Aspect of Transportation (Legendary)]