"Hey bookworm what's this?"
"Bookworm?"
"Hey... Don't say anything wierd, his listening."
"Hear that, dumb-head," a taunt reply by taunt.
Stop that...
Hahaha hah haha...
Come hear, you damn ..
What's happening here?
The second queen came listening their chaos, which can be heard by far courtyard.
Hahah..haha...
Mother bookworm...
Don't say that.
Only sambha was laughing while others remain silent.
The queen instantly grasped the situation, Sambha's smile on top of that. she ignored them with smile and leave saying, "continue... but don't turn this into battlefield."
What happened?
let's see why this happened.
Few seconds earlier....
The silent royal archive had became lively.
There were bi guard standing to pay attention, nor the sealed door to lock them, nor any kind of warning.
The entrance was tucked behind a narrow corridor of pale stone, half-hidden between two doors.
Limbo would have missed it entirely if he hadn't paying attention to how the place is flowed.
"This is it?" Gaja asked, peering inside.
Rin nodded slowly. "It feels ... Dense"
Sambha stepped in ahed of them eyes wide.
"So many books," he whispered.
Shelves where rose from the stone floor itself, they were carved in the walls, cleanly and seamlessly to tell if it's it's made by hands or copy paste by machines.
There were a different kinds of books, some were covered in leather which darkened byvtime, others were wrapped in cloth, even some were written on stone plates.
Limbo did not touch everything at first.
He simply stood there.
This wasn't the place to be impressed, it was meant to restrain oneself and dive deep in the ocean of knowledge.
And see through the eyes of author.
"Start slow," Rin said, lowering her voice. "This kind of place... It listens."
Gaja snorted quietly, "evrything listens here. How did you know?"
"Gradma... I mean elder caya told me."
Limbo had come here before so he moved at last, fingers trailing along with the books, not reading the titles, nor he open them.
He just moved, like he was mapping and scaning them.
To organize the pattern, subject, and other details.
The royal archive wasn't sorted by the topics alone.
It also maintains the records of failure.
Instead of keeping only heroic tails.
He's feet suddenly stopped in front of a section where the shelves grew thicker, bindings older.
Standing at side,l Gaja read aloud, "Border conflicts."
"Why keep records of losses or the borders?"
"Because victories repeating is good, Limbo replied. But, "Failures don't — unless you forget them without learning."
He pulled out a thin volume.
Inside of it were a diagrams.
Not any heroic arts, not the any kind of grand battle image, but rather formations collapsing, supply lines over extended, footwork mistakes marked with ink annotations so precise they felt like...a ...surgical.
Rin leaned closer. As both of them were staring at one direction, "these aren't manuals."
No Limbo agreed. "They're simply records."
The system flickered faintly.
Without giving any promt.
But Limbo felt something shift like a background process reallocating resources.
He sat aside from everyone to read.
Not 1uckly without any greed.
He studied angles of approach, the way certain stances consumed stamina faster, how to change opponent strength against them, without harming us.
Combat reduced to decision tree's.
Hours passed unnoticed.
Gaja wandered off, eventually finding a section on weapons evolution, muttering to himself about balance ratios and grip adaptations. Rin settled near a stack of botanical treaties.
Omparing mana stabilizers used in healing and terrain control.
Sambha stayed near Limbo.
At first he just watch him.
Then.
He's patience gave up, "what this one say?" He asked. Pointing at certain text.
Limbo look at the direction, "it describes why the formations failed."
"Why?"
"Because they assumed their enemy would retreat."
Sambha , "why would they assume that?"
"Because they thought fear works the same on evryone, and underestimate the enemy."
Sambha thought about that for a while.
Then he nodded, "that's silly."
"Yes," Limbo said. "It is."
"And remember no matter what never judge anyone based on their attire."
Sambha climbed onto the seat beside him, legs swinging in air. "Can you teach me letters?"
Limbo closed the book gently.
"Tommorow," he said. "Today , just listen."
Sambha leaned closer anyway.
Listening like it was story.
They returned to the archive daily after that.
Not always together.
Sometimes Limbo went alone, tracing patterns late into the evening while no one remained his side. Sometimes Rin join him. Offering insight that connected battlefield theory to environmental control.
Gaja tested what he read against memory before it vanished. Keeping and doing what he learned.
No-one trains in the courtyard.
No blades were drawn.
Yet Limbo felt his movements were changing as his thoughts with the insights.
Less waste of energy, with low hesitation and more attention on intension.
They system registers it, not as process, but rather as a stable knowledge.
Execution path shortened.
Energy loss was reduced.
And movement were refined.
One evening when Limbo replaced a volume, he noticed sambha sitting alone witha slate tablet, copying symbols careful. His tounge peek out in concentration.
Rin watched from across the room, smiled softly.
"He didn't ask to be taught today," she whispered.
Limbo nodded. "That's good."
Gaja glances up from a book. "You know," he said, "for a place filled with weapons and war this library feels...calm."
"That's because it remembers what happened when people stop thinking," Limbo replied.
And it's good to train the brain rather just body.
Outside the palace continue its rhythm.
Lessons resume, gently now. Guards rotated shifts with less tension. Sambha's laughter returned to the courtyard, quiter but staedier.
And beneath of all this , the land watched.
Not waiting to urging simply aware.
Late that night, as Limbo closed the archive doors behind him, he felt again that faint re calibration.
Not a call of warning just confirmation.
Some system did not need to be fixed.
They needed to be understood.
And frim the time he arri6at the palace, Limbo felt of one thing.
When the moment came to move again.
He need to be ready.
The wind suddenly started to change its flow.