Chapter 37: VIP Library
Slowly descending the endless stairs, it became darker and darker.
Suddenly a shiny spell appeared in Miraak's left hand.
As he cast it, an extremely shiny ball of pure light slowly left his hand, hovering and following him above his right's shoulder.
Candlelight.
When cast, the spell produces a hovering orb of light that follows the caster, staying luminous as long the caster kept injecting Magicka inside.
Although a Novice Alteration Spell, it was an extremely handy spell for any type of Mage.
As the ball of light illuminated the path, Miraak never stopped walking.
Finally, after some time, he saw the end of the stairs.
With brilliant magelights hovering on the entrance, two guards were guarding the entrance.
Focusing on the guards, Miraak noticed something peculiar.
They weren't alive.
Perfect Ice Atronachs.
As if sculptured, the golems had detailed reddish heavy armors and a gigantic Warhammer on their hand, all of them made from Blood Magic combined with Ice Magic.
With closed eyes, their full body made of ice waited.
Walking over, Miraak saw their heads slowly turn toward him, as their closed eyes opened and showed pure reddish pupils.
Taking out the VIP Invite, he saw their pupil glare at it for some seconds, and then they returned to their original spot.
Entering the VIP Library, he saw endless bookshelves, some books even flying here and there.
But, such a beautiful scene was nothing more than an eyesore to Miraak.
Living in Apocrypha for millenniums, Miraak saw Books every day, so he sighed.
Focusing, he started to search for his goal.
His goal in coming to the VIP Library was very simple.
Documents about swordsmanship.
Since the continent of Yokuda, the home continent of the Yokudans Aka Redguards didn't sink into the ocean yet, Tamriel was still ignorant of the Way of the Sword, the Tonal magic of the Sword-Singers.
So, all Miraak could do was a search for any document about swordsmanship he didn't see in Apocrypha.
Even if he was very pessimistic about it, Miraak continued.
A book that Apocrypha didn't have was something 'Almost' impossible to happen.
But... it was all in vain.
After hours upon hours of searching for something, he found nothing.
Sighing as he sat on a chair, Miraak started to ponder.
'... I guess I need to find enlightenment alone...' He thought seriously.
As he was pondering silently, suddenly, a female voice sounded behind him.
"... Is our guest already bored?" The voice said sarcastically.
Turning around, he saw an extremely beautiful mature Snow Elven smirking at him as she held a glass full of wine.
Seeing her wearing a very luxurious reddish dress, reddish gloves, a whitish crown seemly made of ice, Miraak immediately knew who she was.
Aerith Lorathyra, the Queen of Orfarion.
"Looks like introductions are useless, huh," Aerith said smiling like a fox.
Sitting in front of him, she continued smirking, "... Kid, I don't know how you became so strong but don't get it over your head."
For her, Miraak was simply an extremely powerful child.
A Master-Class 10 years old? He was still a kid for her.
After all, she was a century-year-old.
But... she was wrong. Very wrong.
"... Don't talk to me like that, youngster." Miraak said bored, staring at her eyes.
Raising her right eyebrow in amusement, her pupils started to become redder and redder as she stared at him.
"... You're quite courageous, KID." The Queen, Aerith, said seriously as her pupils became full red.
Suddenly, pressure started to leave their bodies and slowly build up.
From gentle to tough.
From small to big.
As the pressure built up more and more, the library started to slightly tremble.
Cracks started to appear on the bodies of the two guards at the entrance.
The table they were sitting on was already trembling like a leaf on the wind.
Just as the pressure was about to damage the library, it vanished.
As her eyes became cyan again, Aerith continued drinking from her, strangely enough, not damaged glass of wine.
Turning his head around again, Miraak started to ponder again, clearly ignoring the Queen.
Gulping down some wine, Aerith opened her mouth again and said, "... If I said that I would like some of your blood, you wouldn't just give it to me, right?"
Glancing at her, Miraak already knew why she would need his blood.
After all, the more common applications of Blood Magic is in the creation of blood-forges and artifacts enhancing blood magic power.
And since his talent was so outstanding, she was probably wanting to get some benefits from using his blood.
Seeing him silent, Aerith already knew the answer, so she thought sighing, 'So... I don't have a choice, huh...'
Standing up, she slowly left, leaving Miraak alone in the library.
Staring at the Queen's back, Miraak shook his head.
If he was still the person he was before returning to the past, he would immediately kill her, but strangely he didn't feel any murderous intent toward killing her.
It was as if something was missing from him.
But, it didn't matter.
No matter what she was planning, Miraak would simply destroy it.
Standing up, he left the useless VIP Library.
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