I took the key Lucas gave me and headed upstairs.
After slipping into my work clothes and gloves, I went straight to the archive room, pulling out the history tome marked with a "1."
Flipping it open, I recognized it as the one Lucas mentioned earlier. The text was familiar—ten years in Belvaria had made me fluent in its script and language, faster at translating than most experts here.
That's why the research center kept me around.
I carefully skimmed the pages, filled with details about the era's customs and major events. But when I reached for Alpha Marcus's personal record, a staff member interrupted me.
"You're Lucas's assistant, right? Non-primary researchers can't touch the artifacts."
My hand froze mid-page.
I handed the tome back gently and said,
"Fair enough. Can you tell
