The one speaking is the great Book Knight, Emhardt.
He shivered miserably, as if afraid of the cold, standing on the windowsill, and then finally, with no other choice, took to the air and flew toward a bookshelf.
The Gabriel in the middle of the room held a very high rank, already reaching the pinnacle of the Nineteen Ranks. Even the simplest actions imposed a strong sense of oppression on Emhardt, causing him to find a place to shrink down, praying that Fisher would quickly come to rescue him.
But as he flew, his eyes kept darting to the books placed on the surrounding shelves, like a hungry person facing a plate of delectable delicacies, making it impossible not to gulp.
These books... why do they all smell so enticing... I've never read them before...
What on earth do these books talk about, I wonder...
