Clara had worked hard constantly to find out all sorts of things, mostly about biology. Healing, even though technically falling under lumenmancy with the help of Brightness’s Delight, was still Biomancy at the core of it.

  To heal someone required the body to be boosted, but with Brightness’s Delight’s godly energy, the power surged through the stars and the light itself just… healed. It went against most usual magics, but the holy energy seemed to connect the biomancy and removed the complex nature of healing through it.

  But the library had plenty of books on biology. And they were also right next to her usual reading, so all she really had to do was read some more textbook related things on top of her already daily readings.

  It was kind of simple, but it was good to know. Especially with how uncontrolled healing typically leads to cancer that requires a large amount of mana to remove from the body. Sometimes extremely fatal cancer that needs to be fixed right away, which unskilled Biomancers are more likely to create.

  53 - Library

  As Clara and Judine entered the small house, they were shocked to see it open up to a magnificent palace. It looked more like a small home, but the interior was complex and far too large for whatever lived here.

  Even kings had less, with the pillars of stone keeping the ceiling as high as it was. There were tables large enough to fit almost a third of the academy of adventurers in a whole, and stained glass above the throne.

  The throne in of itself was covered in gems, with smooth metal being the base. There was a plush cushioning applied all around the area someone would actually sit, and it shined with the sunlight beaming into the building.

  The gold of the throne almost blinded Clara, as she raised her hands to block the light. She hadn’t been too sensitive to that since she got the original class evolution of Saintess and followed alongside that tree.

  Judine stepped ahead of Clara, looking around the dining hall and throne room mashup. She stops in the center of the dining hall, seemingly noting things with those golden eyes of hers. As Clara matches Judine’s steps, she noted the same doorways.

  There was one archway that really caught her eyes though, one that through it one could find hundreds of thousands of books from a glance alone. Clara gestures over to Judine to follow her as she walks over towards the bookroom.

  The room was filled with shelf after shelf of books, in an arrangement that seemed less ordered and more like a personal collection. The geometry of the room also didn’t make sense, as the light came from an impossible skylight if the view outside this library was correct.

  There were multiple floors, with the bookshelves being made of a solid oak and them being tall enough that Clara could hardly reach the top shelf. The books themselves were unordered on the shelves as well, with many books being in a language she didn’t know.

  Judine followed her, and she now walked ahead as Judine looked upon all sorts of books. Her gaze flitting between many titles before stopping besides one shelf. It was labeled ‘Laws of The Land - Translation by; Therinov Loenista’. It seemed to be originally in Primordial, and the author name was odd as well.

  Judine grabbed onto the book and lifted it up to the skylight, noticing now that the two were somewhere else. Clara followed Judine and picked up a similar book, this one written fully in Primordial. ‘The Chronicles of the First - Written by: Therinov Loenista’. She was lucky it was a translated copy.

  As she looked at the start, she noticed the translators’ notes. She saw a long list of names, in a print so small she could hardly tell the difference between them and a block of just black ink. It was handwritten as well.

  The book had hundreds of annotations, some labeled clearly to be from Kishtan - which means the two were in a potentially personal collection. Clara placed the book back as Judine placed her own copy in her inventory.

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  Clara looks again at the bookshelves all made to tower over her, and the skylight now that the two were closer to the center. It was beautiful, showing a mosaic of a war. She saw Painted the World Red telling people dressed similarly to her to shoot odd weapons.

  She saw a multitude of opponents against the squad, and many allies of Painted the World Red were injured. She could tell that the light was magical from the time of the saintess, but… She didn’t hear Brightness’s Delight.

  Judine kept walking forward, and Clara was fine splitting up. This library was interesting; and she wanted to read as much as she could before Kishtan finished training Shammus. She grabbed another well annotated book. This one was more familiar to her, being titled ‘Jinuse Furne’, the first Elvish book she read, that went into detail of biology and how the spatial removal of parts damaged the body.

  It was an odd book, and Kishtan had annotated this one just as thoroughly. And Clara could gleam a lot from the annotations, all written in Elvish as well. It helped her evolve her knowledge of the language as she found a Common to Elvish dictionary somewhere else.

  This too was well annotated, but these annotations were completely incomprehensible. They weren’t even in the Modern Script most write in now, potentially being in Draconic or something similar.

  She collected as many dictionaries as she could, noticing how Kishtan had learnt them through a chain. They were all annotated greatly, the annotations themselves turning each page fully black. They were bookmarked as well for longer annotations; which Clara was most interested in.

  Kishtan seemed well versed in war, but… Having a tutor in literature, a subject Clara knew she was lacking in and hated her education for it, made her excited. Much more excited than growing stronger ever had her feeling.

  The timing of this couldn’t have been better, which is probably what the tower had in mind for Floor 44? 45? She couldn’t actually remember anymore. Some floors went too fast, the lines were blurring.

  But, she buried that thought beneath her curiosity of these books. The personal library was unorganized, but one could follow a path through the timeline of the books collected. Draconic to Common was first, then Draconic to Elvish, then Elvish to Common with another Common to Elvish dictionary after that.

  And the dictionaries were all annotated in Draconic. With that, she could collect the grammar structure of Draconic, and collect the grammar structures of the languages as Kishtan made notes in the Draconic to Language dictionaries about the others.

  Clara added her own Annotations in a separate journal. She noted one journal to each book, to each dictionary. And she kept the journals with the books. She wouldn’t finish these in a day, as the skylight began to glow a more blue.

  And the moonlight filtered in through the mosaic. It rotated, and now it’s the stars. This night sky was vastly different, with hundreds of Constellations she had never seen before. There was a galaxy with different hues than her own.

  There were stars that had no name in Common, no way to be named in Common. And she was staring at it for enough time to notice the stars rotate; although it could’ve been at a set speed that was far less than the actual night sky. Maybe one for a smaller planet.

  She didn’t know astronomy though, and she looked back down at the dictionary open alongside a different book just so she could read the annotations. And then her own annotations on the book.

  They were separate, but so clearly linked together. Some paragraphs received a singular word, while some words received paragraphs. It was wonderful how the annotations made the book more alive.

  The analysis Kishtan left Clara, the analysis Kishtan left himself, breathed life alongside the book, life that Clara could read so clearly. So nicely ordered into her memory. And she noticed that, and wrote it down in one of her journals.

  She had gotten lost in the words as she looked upwards. She saw the words all around herself, the words filled the world so vividly, and she physically saw all sorts of phrases. The idea behind some Draconic idioms, and she found herself in the middle of a council of dragonborn.

  The dragonborn all spoke about her, the whispers flowing in Common, Elvish, Draconic, Primordial, Orcish, and even more languages that she couldn’t notice in the whispers. As she turned around, she saw even more.

  One of them spoke up, their voice echoing from behind their cloak’s hood. “Oh, please, almighty Saintess, do you truly seek this knowledge in good faith?” Clara was about to dispute the council member’s accusation reframed as a question, but then another one spoke over her.

  “Oh, you know that you ask not out of curiosity, you ask out of deceit.” The other council member also had vague traits, and their voice sounded oh so familiar, but just out of reach of Clara’s memory.