"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry! I'm really very sorry! I didn't mean to! I didn't expect this book to be so heavy... If needed, I can use healing spells!"

Tiran, holding his head that was hit, shook it to clear his head. When he came to his senses, the talking owl had turned into a girl wearing a gray robe, similar to Pascal, wearing a Level 3 Magic badge, and was constantly apologizing to him.

The girl's hair color was tortoiseshell, the same as the owl's feathers, and she wore round glasses on her nose. Her features were delicate and elegant, apologizing as she effortlessly picked up the book that had fallen on the ground.

"Don't worry, I am quite confident in my own stubbornness."

Shaking his head, Tiran carefully examined the girl in front of him.

Is she also a Magic user here? Although it was strange for an owl to fly up and get the book, it seemed understandable inside this super inconvenient library.

And...

"Are you... an Orc? A Harpy?"

Pointing to the feathers on the girl's ears, arms, and the claws on her hands, which resembled eagle talons, Tiran asked curiously. If it wasn't for decoration, only a creature with a bit of fantasy could explain it. Moreover, upon closer inspection, there were more features resembling an owl.

The girl's outfit was unusually revealing, with basically only a bustier and hot pants under the robe, but many exposed parts were covered with feathers so at first glance it seemed quite normal.

So, human Magic guilds also accept Orcs as members? This is eye-opening.

"Do you think I'm a Harpy?"

The girl jumped excitedly, showing a proud expression before realizing her mistake and awkwardly waving her hand in front of her. "Um, you misunderstood, I'm human, definitely human."

Noticing Tiran's subtle expression, the girl hurriedly explained, then casually dispelled the transformation on her body. "I just like to maintain this form normally."

"I haven't seen something like this before..."

She had asked Aya about transformation magic before, even for races like Dragons with innate transformation abilities, the dragon form was still the most common. Maintaining a transformation wasn't difficult for their magical energy reserves. However, for humans, transformation magic required significant magical energy. Even transforming into a regular creature, not a monstrous beast or a dragon, had quite a high threshold.

"I don't know why, but this Harpy form seems more reassuring to me. The feel of the feathers, horns, it's so comfortable. If it weren't for the inconvenience in studying and researching normally, I would want to stay in the owl state all the time."

"Wow, are you a hardcore furry enthusiast?" Tiran teased.

"Fur... enthusiast?" The girl was quite unfamiliar with the term.

"Never mind, don't worry about it." Tiran waved it off, preparing to leave with Chirp.

The girl's gaze followed Chirp, and her eyes behind the glasses suddenly lit up. She quickly caught up and startled Chirp.

"Are you an Orc?! A real Orc! Oh my goodness! It's my first time seeing a living Orc! These ears are dog... no, cat? And tail... no, I haven't seen this in any book! What's your name? What race of Orc are you? I—"

"Uh, o((⊙﹏⊙))o"

Caught off guard, Chirp instinctively hid behind Tiran.

"Cough, I mean, I'm Chirp's guardian, at least respect me a bit."

The girl's excited words were interrupted by Tiran's two light coughs, realizing her mistake and blushing in embarrassment.

Quickly adjusting her clothes and fixing her tousled hair, the girl bowed to Tiran while holding the book.

"Sorry, I got carried away... I didn't mean any harm."

Still emotional, the girl rambled, "Um, my name is Abby, a Level 3 Magic user, and a student here."

"Oh..."

Tiran drawled, looking meaningfully at the girl. She seemed slightly younger than Pascal, excluding her furry attributes, she looked about the same age as himself.

After regaining her composure, Abby also returned to normal thinking and realized the question she forgot in her confusion.

"Forgive me if this offends you, I haven't seen the two of you before. May I ask who you are...?"

"Guests." Tiran emphasized with a finger, his gaze evasive... Hopefully, no one has discovered the breaking of the security spell yet.

"But guests usually don't come to the library, right?" Abby shielded the book in front of her, still a bit skeptical.

"By accident, the guild master here asked us to go to the guest room, but I got lost and ended up here."

"I see."

Abby nodded, relieved, "Then I can rest assured. The teacher's guest room is upstairs, so don't get lost again."

Saying this, the girl walked deeper into the library holding the book she had found.

It's strange how easily she reassured herself. Why did she feel relieved just by me saying I'm the guild master's guest? Isn't her guard too low? And if you're giving directions, at least clearly specify the floor! Upstairs and didn't say there’s a difference!

Tiran wanted to stop her, but Abby didn't give him a chance, immediately using magic to transform into an owl-like form, flying away with the book.

(Wow, Orcs are really cute... that fluffy feeling is amazing. Oh... I have to stay calm. I have to stay calm Abby, or else I might lose control and... wait, she mentioned she's the teacher's guest. I might get to see her again, right? In that case... hehe~)

If Tiran had heard this quiet girl's inner thoughts, he probably wouldn't have thought to stop her.

"Well, ended up back where we started. The only gain is confirming the second floor isn't the guest room."

Returning to the elevator, Tiran sighed.

But since we didn't find out, we didn't find out. Might as well take this opportunity to visit the Magic guild, a place rarely known to outsiders.

Carrying this thought, the two—a tall one and a small one—ascended to the third floor.

As the elevator doors opened, it revealed a white suspended passage, but at the end, the wooden door of the library was replaced with a stronger metal door, resembling a bank vault door in robustness and design.

"How about it, Chirp, can you open this?"

"This one is much more complicated than the previous one. It might take a while."

Placing her hands on the Magic array in the center of the door like a lock, Chirp replied.

There's no way a door of this caliber would be the entrance to the guest room, right? So don't think about opening it and going up! It's... fine, we have time. We can wait a bit."

Tiran calmly gave a thumbs up to his daughter, "You can do it, I believe in you."

"Yay!ヾ(✿ﾟ▽ﾟ)ノ"

After being encouraged, Chirp's joyful expression made Tiran briefly feel guilty for making a child do such work...

Meanwhile, in a room upstairs, a certain white-robed archmage felt a bit overwhelmed.

"My Lord Tiran, can we stop wasting time and come up here already?!"