However, facing the Duke's odd silver key, the showed no signs of change.
Anvis looked at the Duke with an inquisitive gaze, seemingly eager to learn what this meant.
Duke Carrot's expression was unchanged; he took several steps forward, raised the key in his hand,
and allowed the strange aura that continuously emanated from the key itself to envelop the thick tome with characters seemingly watching him like living beings.
Within this aura, Anvis couldn't pinpoint any specific changes in the .
But he had a peculiar feeling that the formless darkness on the cover seemed, for a moment, to become deeper by a great extent.
Although the color of it had always been a pure, pitch black—
"That's enough—"
Seeing this, Duke Carrot nodded to Anvis and went back to his original spot, key in hand.
Afterward, at the location where the key had just been floating, he repeated the action of releasing the key.
This time, the change in the key was the exact opposite of the previous one.
