Over the past seven days, he had watched the dragon's struggle with the lycanthrope twice more. Each time, the terrifying spectacle left him with a mixture of many vague emotions. Although they all boiled down to what he had seen in the nightmare that had haunted him after the first clash. All night long, he had run through an abandoned house, pursued by a blood-drenched red dragon and a raging green lycanthrope. What was terrifying was that he could not use magic in his dream. He shuddered at the memory.
-Colonel?- Bleist looked back. Standing by the carriage was a young Guardsman assigned to him as a secretary for the duration of the handover of his official duties. Neither Darius nor his aides were pleased with this arrangement. Especially since, for formal reasons, the soldier also served as an aide-de-camp, which prevented Captain Evis from accompanying the Earl in the performance of his duties. The Colonel was also well aware that the Guard reported everything in detail to General Leigher. It seemed that this was the price of his tense relationship with his superior. - Are you all right, sir?
- Yes, I'm just tired, Rex.- Darius tried to wipe his dry eyes. He had already wondered several times whether he should ask Dr Herpetes for help, but so far he had put it off, feeling that the doctor would scold him for overworking himself.
Bleist turned and headed up the stairs. He had never understood why the entrance to the library was so high up. The answer to that question was probably in the library itself, but finding it could take the life of more than one historian. With a gloomy expression, he quickened his pace; waiting would not reduce the amount of work he had to do.
When he reached the top of the stairs, he slowed down so as not to bump into any of the swirling visitors. Fortunately, there was no crowd today, and he found himself inside without much trouble. Crossing the threshold, he glanced at the door. The huge gates seemed to be covered
