#Chapter 514: The Archivist

Olivia The small, hunched-over old man in front of me sat rifling through a box of files, muttering to himself as he searched. “Hmm… No… Not that one… Hand me that box over there, will you?” Turning, I grabbed the box of files that he was pointing at off of a nearby shelf and handed it to the old man. He took it and began rifling through it with just as much fervor as before, even though this was the fourth box of files he had gone through so far. “These damn Elders erased all of their information while they were here,” the archivist said as he searched for something, anything, on Freya. “They came in here like bats out of hell, said that they had their own ‘personal archives’.” I frowned. “And that was the last you saw of them?” I asked. The archivist nodded. “Yep. But I’m certain they didn’t collect everything. Let’s see… Aha!” He pulled out a single sheet of yellowed paper, which he smoothed down on the desk and examined for a moment. “What does it say?” I asked