All of these are written by Kevin Ashton?0

I staggered back in disbelief. Up until now, I had only ever read eight of Ashton's works.0

Now, one hundred volumes stood before my eyes. I scanned them again from top to bottom. There was no mistake. Beneath every title, the name Kevin Ashton was etched in crisp, clear letters.0

I couldn't help but remember the twenty-volume collection Marquis Ivote had once shown me. At first, I thought it was proof of a founding family's influence and power, but those twenty had all been fakes. I did not gain any Wisdom, and there was no special message. Nothing. Now, confronted with a hundred of Ashton's works, suspicion gnawed at me. 0

Could these all be genuine? Even a single one of them?0

I reached for the thinnest book, hidden in a difficult place to reach deep within the imperial archives. I didn't think the books were fake, and yet… the sheer number before me, one hundred in total, felt absurdly unreal.0

I cracked open the cover. Isaac and Naneow both stood still, silently watching. Neither mentioned the time nor the marquis who might already be walking to his death. The impossibility...0