After some mind struggling, Angor decided he would give them up.
He already stored a scanned copy of them inside the hologram tablet. He did not want to leave them because he had a natural love towards book collections.
Since he was giving them up, he should find them a new owner. Throwing books away was not acceptable for a book lover.
The only people he knew on the ship were Mara, Alan, and Aleen. Mara was not his schoolmate, so books were not a proper gift. Furthermore, considering Mara’s experience, books that were written by common men probably would not interest him anyway.
So, Angor decided to give the books to Alan and Aleen.
The clock told him it was 11 in the night. Angor did not know when exactly he would leave tomorrow, so he needed to check on the children now, even if they might be sleeping already.
Maybe it was because the food illusions during the day, many talents on The Redbud were injured. As Angor walked through the narrow hallway, he heard a lot of pained mournings and whimpers.
His mood grew sad as he walked.
He was not a hypocrite and he did not intend to sympathize the wounded. He was simply feeling sorry for his own kind.
As one of the weakest beings in the wizarding world, he felt sorrow for the fact that they could only face such consequences while not being able to control their own fates.
Especially when Angor knew the nature of the illusions. They were mere mirages that naturally occurred when a gourmet wizard did her cooking.
No one was trying to harm them intentionally. It was just an aura, inadvertently released, and it put every talent on the ship in an endless terror.
What could he say? This was how the weak would always be in the world of wizards.
Angor was just one of them. He was distressed for his own fragile fate.
After passing several crossings, Angor reached the residence of Alan and Aleen.
They lived in two rooms at the end of a fork, opposite to each other, so they could easily help each other out. Booking the rooms like this must be Mara’s work too.
As Angor approached, he noticed the door to Aleen’s room was slightly ajar, and there was sobbing came from inside. He also heard Alan’s soft comforting words.
Angor did not try to eavesdrop. He knocked on the door gently, waited for a “come in”, and pushed the door open.
Unexpectedly, he found three people in the room. Apart from the grandchildren, Mara was also here, in his usual black robe.