Time to get a How-To book about magic

Your new {if@ sword = true}sword is a knightly broadsword, sporting almost three feet of double-edged blade{elseif mace = true}mace is like a metal baseball bat with small spikes along the last ten inches or so{elseif spear = true}spear is an eight-foot shaft of bronze capped with an iron head{endif}. There are bits of rust, and it’s very much old and worn down, but it’ll do until you can find a new weapon to replace it. You have no way of storing it or your new shield, so you end up carrying them down the road.

The last objective on your list is to find a place selling books about magic. This turns out to be more of a struggle than you anticipated, as most of the bookstores you stumble across don’t have an explicit, or obvious, magic section. Hours go by as you search store after store without finding anything useful. You’re about to give up and go have a mid-afternoon meal when you find a place that catches your eye.

Between two buildings on one of the smaller streets, where there would normally be an alley, there is instead a building. An entire building, no more than six feet wide. It matches the two-story height of the buildings to either side of it, and it is painted a vibrant orange. The door is a dark blue color, and next to it on the wall is a wooden sign with a book painted on it. After stumbling across a sight like this, you decide that food can wait a little longer. You walk up and open the door.

The inside of the building is much larger than its exterior would suggest. Before you stand rows upon rows of tall bookshelves. Above you, you’re able to see three more floors with just as many shelves full of books as the one you’re currently on. You start walking down the row directly in front of you, and it takes a whole minute for you to reach the far end of the room. On this side of the room there are windows, but the view is clearly not Evris: outside the window, gusts of wind blow across grass-covered hills, with no sign of civilization for miles.

A stifled shriek and the loud thud of a book hitting the floor make you turn around. Standing at the end of a nearby row is a woman with pink hair and a pale complexion. She’s wearing a long-sleeved, white blouse, and a frilly black skirt that reaches down to her ankles. Her hair is pulled into two large braids that frame the sides of her face and fall just past her shoulders in the front. Her arms are pushing distractingly into her large breasts as her hands come together over her open mouth. Bright pink eyes matching the color of her hair stare at you in shock.

“W-w-what are you doing in here?” she asks, scrambling to pick up the book she dropped. She hastily examines and brushes it off, pausing her efforts every other second to check that you’re still standing there.

“I’m sorry to frighten you,” you say. You quickly set down the buckler and {if@ sword = true}sword{elseif mace = true}mace{elseif spear = true}spear{endif} you’ve been carrying this entire time. You almost remove your hood as well, but you stop yourself. “I saw the sign outside and thought this was a bookstore. I’m looking for a ‘Beginner’s Guide to Magic’ sort of book.”

The woman places the book on a nearby table that you swear wasn’t there a second ago. “This…” she says, not quite committing to looking you in the eye. “…this isn’t a bookstore. It’s my library.”

“It’s very impressive,” you say. Her eyes widen and she finally looks at you. However, the eye contact only lasts for half a second before she turns to look at the book she set down once again. From the side, you notice that the tips her ears are sharper than that of a human, but not quite at the level of the elves and goddess you’ve seen.

Her hands trace shapes over the cover of the book she’s focusing on for several long seconds. Then, she speaks again: “Please… just wait here for a moment.” She disappears down one of the rows of shelves for a little while, and you pass the time by taking in the view outside the windows. Eventually, you hear her walk up behind you and you turn around. She is now standing with a new book held in her arms. The book is pressing into her large breasts, appearing to sink into them a bit. You find yourself unable to tear your eyes away from the sight, even as she starts talking. “This library is h-hidden from the outside world by… an ancient enchantment. Only someone… with tremendous p-potential would be capable of finding it.” Your eyes are finally torn from her book-hugging tits as she moves to hold the book out to you. “Is this… what you were looking for?”

You take the book from the pink-haired woman. It’s a hard cover tome that weighs about as much as your phone, despite it being at least two inches thick. When you open to the first page, it says the book is called Mana Fundamentals and Basic Incantations for the Aspiring Magic User. Pretty much exactly what you’re looking for.

“This looks perfect,” you say. Her eyes widen again at your words, but just as before, she turns away and retreats to her book over on the table. “How much do I owe you —” The woman shakes her head violently back and forth, her cheeks flaming up as she continues to refuse to look in your direction. In your mind, you imagine jumping her from behind, snaking your hands up under her blouse, and mauling those mouth-watering tits as you plant kiss after kiss down her neck and into her shoulder. But you hold yourself back this time. You have places to be right now, and serious work to do. And the last pure woman you made a move on made you a Demon Lord. You gather your things as best you can, thank the woman for her help, and leave the library behind.