Elvius did not seem to care in the slightest whether Jasmine wanted them or not; he simply stuffed the entire pile of dried, withered leaves into Jasmine's embrace, causing fine dust from the crumbled fragments to drift and flutter through the air.
Because these leaves had been poorly preserved, the majority of them had become incredibly brittle.
Since Elvius's movements were a bit too rough, the leaves were crushed into tiny fragments upon contact, making the writing on them even more impossible to read.
Jasmine could only vaguely make out a few disjointed, flowery words here and there.
Jasmine had ridden a horse to get here.
Although this old horse did not run fast, it was quite docile and obedient.
Horses were the only means of transportation available in their castle.
