Caulin’s eyes were on the book before him.

    When he first came across the book, its information had automatically entered his mind.

    As if it warned those who wanted to use it of its price.

    Yes, this Mystical Artifact had a side effect. One had to pay a certain price in order to acquire the knowledge they seeked.

    The said price was a pact.

    Depending on the importance, rarity and impact of the answer the user was looking for, one would have to sign a certain pact with the book.

    The price was bearable in the sense that the book displayed the agreement to you before giving you the answer, making it your decision if knowing the answer was worth entering into a covenant with the Mystical Artifact.

    However, once you entered into a contract with the book, you had to complete it by any means, else the price was your death. Certain death.

    Caulin didn’t think that simply asking for the title of the person would have a heavy price.

    He opened the book, its empty pages contrasting with the rune filled exterior.

    Without using a pen, he simply used his finger to trace his question over its page.

    The Covenant of Omniscience recognised any and all kinds of languages.

    "What was the title of the person who found out my schemes?"

    When he was finished asking his question, the book began glittering.

    This isn’t what usually happens.

    Caulin narrowed his eyes, taking a step back while keeping his eyes fixed on the book.

    The pages began fluttering, emitting a tiny fraction of noise made by that of helicopter blades slicing through air.

    The book looks like it’s...excited?

    Caulin didn’t dare believe his own guess.

    The book began levitating above the table, its pages still fluttering.

    Caulin now noticed the runes on the cover beginning to glow with a golden light, casting a faint, radiant aura around the book.

    From where he stood, Caulin couldn’t see the words forming on the book.

    He wouldn’t have been able to see them even if he had used all of his skills.

    {Your humble servant Lo—}

    Midway through, it suddenly halted.

    The book stopped levitating, dropping back on the table. The runes went back to their inactive state, and there was no sentence on the page when Caulin looked at it.

    The plan to use title as a way of recognition backfired, as Eryndor had no idea what he had chosen. He had zero awareness of its implications.

    *****

    "He is on the side of humanity."

    Eryndor thanked Paulina for doing the task after she told him what Caulin had said.

    He finally heaved a sigh, and laid on his bed.

    Caulin, or I must say Lucian, probably isn’t just friends with Liliana like I had believed.

    They might be lovers.

    How beautiful it was. Lucian was willing to forgo his hatred towards humanity for Liliana’s sake, while Liliana was willing to embrace the cruelty for Lucian to achieve his goals.

    Eryndor could only believe the pain she must’ve felt while acting completely different to what she actually was and triggering the traps meant to damage her own teammates.

    How touching.

    Eryndor gently sighed. He had almost destroyed their plan.

    Sometimes it was really appropriate for him to be cautious and not meddle into things when they weren’t harming him.

    But he knew that passivity shouldn’t be his modus operandi.

    He needed to experience more and change his beliefs over time to actively use his Eldritch Abilities.

    Change of beliefs didn’t take place over a short time, not unless there was an extreme catalyst. They took time, and Eryndor would make sure he was going in the right direction.

    Just a few days left to meet Shx’Trelith.

    Eryndor had no idea what would happen.

    Taking a deep breath, he left the spaceship and entered the base camp of this planet.

    "Are there any updates?"

    He asked a staff member.

    "No, sir. Things have been rather normal on this planet."

    "Very well."

    Eryndor had only entered the lands of this planet when he had gone to meet Ken and Hellen.

    All this time he had been cooped up in his room, so he wouldn’t have known about the updates.

    After stocking on some supplies, he slung the bag over his shoulder and entered the lush red forests of this planet.

    It was time to hunt.

    He wanted to try to make a breakthrough in his Cognitive Scrying.