A few distances away from the Library, in Azaron's study room, the man sat with a calm expression as he examined some papers in his hands, his eyes moving through them. During their time at the Thalvorn Empire, Zarek hadn't exactly followed Azaron, as Azaron had left the man in charge to carry out duties that he, Azaron, should normally carry out, like stamping documents with the stamp of the Duke.
Such things were no different from impersonating the Duke, and the punishment was simply death. But Zarek had that much power; that was how much he was trusted by the entire Wargrave family.
If that man ever ended up being a spy or something, then the destruction he could cause would be immense.
As he flipped through the pages, he suddenly stopped as he remembered the people he kept in his Separate Dimension. He waved his hand, space immediately bent, and the next moment, ten people appeared before him.
