"[color=fdc68a]That... does make sense. Thanks.[/color]" Henri felt slightly more confident about his position in the group.

	He made sure not to visibly display his disappointment as Antigone pulled out what could be considered disposable. Essentially, these are magic scrolls, aren't they? He could already feel how much longer it'd take for him to reverse-engineer this and add it to his spellset.

	Unless... Is it as easy as just redrawing the diagram itself?

	Henri carefully took the tome out of Antigone's hands, shook her hand and stood up. "[color=fdc68a]Ah, nothing else. Thank you for assisting me, Your Grace. I'll be going now.[/color]"

	Just before closing the door... "[color=fdc68a]Please take care of your health.[/color]"

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	Disassembling the book into its rawest parts. The metal parts, melted and absorbed into him; the bound leather shredded and fused into his clothing. Then, he placed the sheets of parchment into his torso cavity, save for one of the Ward scrolls. This should be the safest to analyze on the way, although, this ink... It could be seen glowing in the shadowy parts of this hallway. Damn. He hoped he wouldn't have to procure this unknown special ink just to cast this spell beyond these scrolls.

	A detour. Instead of taking the stairs, Henri instead came out of the window and began sliding down the wall at a safe pace, casting [color=fdc68a]Telekinesis[/color] on himself and maintaining friction with the wall with his left hand and shoes. He placed the Ward scroll along with the rest of the parchments in his torso. None of the diagram made sense to him anyway, he could only rely on how the mana is being converted during usage.

	Wait, is that Matilda? The rest, as well. He was correct to intuit that they'd be heading towards the stables, but he didn't quite expect it to be this soon. Henri hopped off the wall once he got five feet near the ground, and briskly walked up to them then matched their pace. "[color=fdc68a]Hello. Are we heading out already?[/color]"