Editing City Series:Volume6e Chapter1 (section)

===Part 4===

The light came from a large domed stone room. The walls were all covered by meter-long plates and all of those plates were emitting bright light.

Schweitzer stepped into that light and narrowed his eyes.

“This looks a lot like that room below Munich.”

The main difference was the lack of any cold storage tanks on the floor.

He walked forward and slowly opened his eyes to view the plates on the walls. The plates below Munich had been plans for Ober Geheimnis, but these were…

“The Unreif Germane.”

“This was once a lab used to recreate the Messiah’s history and search for the dragon. This is the control center for the surface facility and it can be used to recreate any history related to the Messiah.”

Bermark’s footsteps rang loud as he caught up from behind.

Schweitzer held a hand to his forehead and took a look around while waiting for his aide to arrive by his side.

His eyes stopped on a point near the floor, not the ceiling.

A desk made of brass panels sat in the center of the room.

He walked toward it. With each step, his eyes adjusted more to the light.

By the 17th step, they had adjusted enough for him to clearly see the skinny writing desk, the chair, and the black leather hardcover book sitting on the desk.

“Is that a journal?”

“Its former owner and its current owner must want you to read it.”

“I see.”

Schweitzer nodded and grabbed the journal with his biological hand.

It was thick and heavy.

He could see the black leather was dried and crumbling at the edges of the cover.

Something appeared to have been written on the cover in gold leaf, but too much had come away to read it.

He held his prosthetic right arm up in front of his chest and placed the journal on that in lieu of a desk.

He lifted the hard cover and opened it.

He found a titlepage with brown discolored edges. The page contained the year at which the journal began.

“1919. The year before my father died, the previous war ended, and the Geheimnis Agency got its start.”

He lowered his head somewhat to read the name written below the date.

It was a woman’s name. He frowned when he saw the last name.

“Frobel Nay- wait, is that her maiden name? It has been erased. Ilf-”

“Ilfheim. The same last name as a friend of yours. A lot of half-Heidengeists from the Alfheim region have that name, so Sir Lowenheit chose to keep Frobel’s identity a secret. I imagine only a few other than me knew.”

Schweitzer groaned a response to Bermark’s explanation.

“There was Heidengeist blood in the very core of the Geheimnis Agency?”

“Do not worry. Many in the agency have an Ilfheim somewhere in their family tree, but Heidengeist blood vanishes after a few generations. Our tests told us the Fräulein had human Tons. The only Ilfheim trait remaining would be the hair color she shared with Lady Frobel.” He took a breath. “So to put it another way, the Geheimnis Agency did not contain Heidengeist blood – it contained their will. Their will to watch over the country’s history and bind its protectors with promises.”

Schweitzer clenched his teeth and flipped the page.

The next two pages were blank save for a single line in the center of the left one.

“To ensure the following prophecies are upheld…”

He took a breath before finally reading the rest.

“I will leave destiny in the hands of my daughter who will one day take command. And I will have her promise to protect that destiny.”