Chapter 49: White Moon

“Mel, your expression seems a little strange.”

Vilnia spoke softly, pulling me back to reality from my wild thoughts.

“N-Nothing's wrong.”

I quickly turned my face away, took a deep breath, and then turned around.

“Let's hurry before they come back.”

“Mm.”

Vilnia nodded, and we split up to start searching the library.

I was responsible for checking the bookshelves and desks, while Vilnia focused on the corners and hidden spots.

The library was silent, with only the sound of turning pages and light footsteps echoing within.

My shadow continuously stretched in the dim light, probing into the gaps between the bookshelves, my gaze sweeping over every suspicious spot, searching for any trace of hidden secrets.

“To be honest, none of these books are suspicious....”

I said, “I can't see any trace of a ritual at all. It feels like they were simply placed according to their corresponding classification labels.”

“Come take a look at this, Mel.”

Just then, Vilnia suddenly called out to me.

Hearing her, I walked over quickly.

I saw Vilnia standing in a corner, and next to her was a pile of things covered by a cloth, almost half a person's height.

“What is this?”

“These are all books, but it looks like they haven't been put on the shelves yet, so they were temporarily piled here.”

Vilnia said, then lifted a corner of the cloth, revealing the densely packed book spines inside.

I moved closer for a look and saw that the covers of the books all had an ancient luster, and the gilt lettering on the books was already somewhat blurry.

“These books don't feel like they're the same type as the ones on the shelves.”

I said in a low voice, my fingers gently brushing across the rows of spines.

“And the way they're arranged is also strange.”

I pointed to the books, “They aren't sorted alphabetically or by subject.”

Hearing this, Vilnia observed carefully and found that I was right.

The arrangement of these books seemed to follow some special pattern, but for a moment, the logic behind it was not apparent.

“We'd better check the contents of these books.”

Vilnia said, reaching for one of the thick, leather-bound books.

However, the moment her fingers touched the book, a strange sensation was immediately transmitted.

Vilnia was surprised to find that the book's cover was slightly warm, as if it were alive.

She carefully opened the book, and a smell of old ink mixed with a faint, rusty scent wafted over.

“Rustle—”

The sound of pages turning was exceptionally clear in the silent library.

Vilnia's gaze fell on the page, and she saw it was densely filled with all kinds of poems.

And what made Vilnia even more frightened was—she couldn't understand what was written on it at all.

To be precise, she could understand every letter, every word.

But when these words were combined, her brain would uncontrollably blur them.

It was as if some force was preventing her from seeing the contents of the book clearly.

In Vilnia's eyes, these symbols twisted and writhed, as if they were living things squirming on the paper, making one feel dizzy just by looking at them.

“Mel.... don't look at these books, something's not right with them.”

Vilnia pinched the bridge of her nose and turned to look at Mel, only to find Mel staring intently at the contents of the book.

My amber pupils trembled slightly in the darkness, and even my fingers began to tremble involuntarily.

“This”

In my eyes, the words were not unknowable as Vilnia saw them.

They were arranged and combined under the poet's pen, forming one beautiful poem after another.

(Your pale brilliance, your silver, lonely lamp, in every helpless night, always shines upon me)

I looked at the poetry collection in my hand in disbelief, at the praise and eulogy for the moon upon it.

That was the White Moon!

The moon described in the poems was white!

I suddenly felt a chill crawl up my spine.

Just then, I suddenly remembered one of the cognomens of (Knowledge):

—Revealer of Truth.

“Bang!”

The book was slammed shut.

I forced myself not to think about those blasphemous contents and returned the book to its original place with trembling hands.

“Don't look at these books, Vilnia.”

I warned.

“These books.... something's not right.”

“That's what I wanted to tell you too.”

Vilnia didn't notice my abnormality.

“I don't know why, I can understand all the words in those books, but when they are arranged together, I can't understand them....”

“Eh?”

I was stunned and looked at Vilnia with some surprise.

Just as I was about to say something, we suddenly heard footsteps coming from outside the door.

Someone was approaching.

Hearing the sound, I couldn't bother with what I was originally going to say.

We exchanged a look, and Vilnia immediately covered the pile with the cloth again.

Then, we quickly hid behind a bookshelf.

“Click—”

The sound of the lock turning was exceptionally clear in the silent library.

Then, the heavy wooden door was pushed open, and several men in work clothes walked in.

“This is the place, move the new bookshelves in.”

The foreman in the lead said, “Be careful, if you break them, selling you all wouldn't be enough to pay for it!”

“Got it.”

The workers responded and then got busy, moving the heavy wooden bookshelves.

The sound of metal and wood colliding echoed in the empty library.

Vilnia and I held our breath, pressing ourselves tightly against the bookshelf, afraid of being discovered.

“Hey, what about that pile of books in the corner?”

A worker asked, pointing to the pile of books in the corner.

“Don't worry about those, that's the library's property. We're only responsible for moving things.”

The foreman said.

“Alright then.”

So, the workers continued with their work, turning a blind eye to the pile of books in the corner.

After the workers were busy for about half an hour and had properly placed all the new bookshelves, they packed up their tools and left the library, talking and laughing.

As the wooden door was closed, the library fell into silence again.

“They're finally gone....”

Vilnia let out a long sigh of relief, “I don't think we can stay here any longer.”

“But we haven't found the ritual site yet....”

“There will be other chances, Mel.”

Vilnia said, “The worst that can happen is we come back next week.”

“That's true....”

I glanced in the direction of the pile of books, then nodded.

We carefully emerged from behind the bookshelf.

“It seems the workers didn't lock the door when they left. We can just walk out the door.”

Vilnia said, then walked to the door, preparing to open it and leave.

But just then, we heard another set of footsteps outside the door.

“Click.”

The doorknob turned gently.

The sudden turn of events left us both stunned on the spot.

The next moment, the closed wooden door was pushed open again.

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