"In the previous battle, the library on the side of the ruling court was severely damaged, so the more precious books and materials were all moved here."

It was still led by R'lyeh.

They entered the ruling court with no obstacles.

The head of Entrod's spies introduced Ronald to the nearby situation while also taking him to the very back of the entire building for the first time.

Having lived in Entrod for this period, Ronald had acquired a basic understanding of the architectural style. The deep location he was now in should already be the residential area at the very end of the ruling court.

In other words,

this was where the Entrod royal family once lived.

"So the collections from the original library have also been moved to such a remote location?" Ronald curiously asked R'lyeh.

The head of Entrod's spies only gave him a complex smile, "Keeping precious things close to oneself is a common sentiment after all."

...

During their light chat,

The two passed through a decorated and splendid corridor and finally reached the door of a room that seemed to be a collection room.

Click—

R'lyeh briskly walked up and opened the door.

The magic fluctuations from the temporarily lifted Guardian Magic also appeared.

Ronald looked around the room, there were no human guards; the rulers of Entrod had great trust in the Guardian Magic of this place.

Then, R'lyeh boldly led Ronald inside.

In the candlelit collection room,

The desk and chair were neatly placed in a conspicuous position, and a wooden case, already prepared, was now calmly placed on the desk.

Just by seeing the scene in front,

Ronald understood that preparations had already been made.

"Shall I start now?"

Ronald gave R'lyeh an inquiring glance.

The head of the spies skillfully brought over ink, paper, and pen from the side, placed these items on the desk, and made a gesture inviting Ronald to sit. Only then did R'lyeh explain gently,

"Mr. Ronald, you may start anytime."

"However, for basic confidentiality, I hope that you refrain from leaving this room until you have finished deciphering this ancient text. If you need anything, you can ring this bell, and someone will attend to your needs within a minute."

Along with this explanation, R'lyeh took out a golden bell from his pocket and placed it in front of the newly seated Ronald.

With work duties and related questions addressed,

The deciphering of the ancient text naturally followed.

However, given the time-consuming nature of this task, a busy R'lyeh immediately left the same way he came in and solemnly resealed the door.

Snap—

The door closed.

With the reactivation of the defensive magic, the outside world and the room seemed instantly isolated into two separate worlds, and everything around was eerily quiet.

Inside the entire room,

Besides Ronald's own breathing and the glow of the candle flame,

No other slight sound could be detected.

"Alright, let's begin work..."

Since he had agreed to the other's request from the start,

Ronald naturally would not interfere with the actual work now.

He slightly relaxed his arms, first arranged the paper and pen in a handy position out of habit, and then he took out the ancient text to be translated today from the wooden box.

This ancient text was not in an activated state.

Though the pages were yellowed, they did not have the aged feel of those ancient texts of the past.

If judged only by the first impression, Ronald felt this must be a work close to modern times. Also, the mere few pages indicated that the content of this ancient text was not extensive.

So… what kind of book would this be?

With such curiosity, Ronald's gaze fell on the first line of text on the page.

"In his thirtieth year, Randolph Carter lost the key that allowed him to pass through the gates of dreams..."

"Hmm—"

"Ah…"

"Eh?"

Ronald didn't react immediately upon seeing the first sentence.

But soon,

Though he was not well-versed in literature, he realized what the essence of this work was.

Even though the manuscript-like pages didn't specify the real name of the original text, Ronald could be a hundred percent certain that this prose-length work...

must be "The Silver Key"!

Then… should he really continue to translate it?

Or to say, sitting in this confined environment and translating this thing, would it not cause any problems for him?

Ronald had countless questions in his mind now.

There were also subtle surprises after his past speculations were directly confirmed.

Indeed, this series of works, which had a significant influence in the cultural realm, had also become an original text in this world.

At this moment.

Ronald didn't even need to ponder the contents of the original text.

Just seeing the name itself, he could guess how difficult the trial of this original text would be.

Even if he listed all the original texts he had come across, probably none would have a learning difficulty of spells as high as the simple pages before him.

"Sss—huh—"

Ronald took a deep breath.

To ensure his understanding of the thing before him was faultlessly accurate, he continued to read along the first line:

"Before that year, as a compensation for his ordinary life, Carter would wander every night in certain ancient and peculiar cities that did not exist in this world; roaming within some beautiful and marvelous gardens located beyond the seas of Ether."

Okay!

Faultlessly accurate!

Absolutely impossible to be mistaken!

This must indeed be Lovecraft's work— "The Silver Key"!

Ronald could even boldly guess that the puzzles needing to be deciphered through the contents of this original text would also likely belong to one of the Cthulhu series.

Perhaps it was "Through the Gates of the Silver Key"?

How should one say this…

The former royals of Entrod really had some skills, daring to keep such an original text in their palace!

Moreover, because of the appearance of this original text.

A problem that Ronald had previously thought might be a coincidence was presented again—R'lyeh.

With the confirmed presence of a Cthulhu series original in the palace, this spy chief who wrote his name after an underwater city…

Might he actually be more mad, sinister, and paradoxical than those cult magicians?

"..."

"Hehe, interesting."

After brief contemplation, Ronald decided to continue translating the original text.

Of course, now was different from before.

He didn't plan to finish the translation and just make an escape, thinking all would be well.

Keeping his promise to complete the translation of the original text was one thing, but making sure that the other party would not use the translated original to stir up significant news was also something Ronald intended to ensure.

But how to put this…

To sum it up, it really was quite thrilling…

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