Laying a Trap

“No matter what I try, I can't seem to come up with an answer.”

I looked at the book emitting an ominous aura.

It certainly looked strange at a glance.

The cover was wrapped in leather, and it didn't smell very good, either.

“Can I open this?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

If it was something like demonic corruption, it probably wouldn't affect me much, so I should be fine.

Albert maintained a stern expression as Albert explained the reason.

“Because it won't open.”...