Alfonse frowned when he heard what his wife said. He pointed at the notebook she was holding and asked.
“So, you knew it was your mother’s notebook?”
Oona sighed.
“Not entirely.” She answered.
“I did not know at first, but when I touched the notebook, I felt my mother’s familiar energy infused in the notebook.”
“Why did you not tell them?” Alfonse asked.
“I am not yet sure. I will know in the coming days once I start deciphering the texts,” she answered.
Alfonse sighed and nodded his head.
“I understand,” he said, putting his arm around his wife’s shoulder.
“Let’s sleep,”
Oona nodded her head, and the two of them left the office to go back to their room, so they could sleep.
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In the Hellenic Trench.
Indra, the merman with shellfish and
