CHAPTER THIRTEEN - Yanking on a few bookshelves/crimes at night
"I never get a moment of rest around here, huh? the Emperor wants to see Noa and me?" I asked, arms crossed, in a silky nightgown.
"Yes, my lady. tomorrow." The maid said, bowing her head. "Alright. You may take your leave. See you tomorrow." I said, turning away. As the door shut behind me, I instantly pounced on the bookshelf, fingers fumbling, throwing books to the floor, to reveal a secret lever. I yanked it, and the bookshelf slid away to reveal a large bin of papers, an intricate map, and a pen.
My plans.
I carefully laid all the papers onto the ground, and then lit a small candle, making sure it was far enough that no one could see the light through the window. I was supposed to be asleep, and, according to the popular saying, most crimes take place at night. That's exactly what this was. In the center of the paper, was a single sentence, circled.
"To stop this invasion, I must kill God"