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The Mad Demon was famously very scholarly, too, and she didn't think that made him any more humane or empathetic, either.

She knew it wasn't quite that simple, though. Gohvis had helped her get a handle on her power. Even if he had kidnapped her, it also wasn't an exaggeration to say that he had saved her life.

Ugh.

What a confusing problem. To feel indebted to someone like him.

Ibai Blackburn had also been acting rather curiously of late. Reading and writing seemed to be all he was ever doing. Apparently, Chergoa had to keep reminding him to eat. His odd behavior had even begun drawing Gohvis' attention. She occasionally saw the Monster looking over his work.

She of course had to ask Ibai about it when Gohvis wasn't around.

"Oh, he was just proofreading for me!" said Ibai. "Real generous offer, huh?"

"I... see," said Emiliana.

"He's ruthless, though, in his criticism. Doesn't hold back at all. Takes grammar very seriously, that guy. It's super helpful, though. Wouldn't want my readers getting confused."

"...You have readers?"

"Well, not yet, but one day, maybe. You never know. My work could become posthumously famous! Happens all the time! Wouldn't that be something?!"

And as was often the case since her arrival in this place, Emiliana found herself lost for words.

But Gohvis' interest in Ibai's work also made her curious to read a bit of it for herself. And Ibai was certainly eager to give her the chance.

Only then did she realize that she had no idea what she'd gotten herself into.

There was a small mountain of volumes to choose from. Ibai had only started doing this a few weeks ago, but there were already over twenty books sitting there on the floor by his desk. Emiliana had thought they belonged to the Library, since Ibai's quaint little desk was already surrounded by bookshelves, but no. Those were apparently all his creations.