Master Arakawa's lengthy robe dragged along the ground as he walked gracefully down the gravel-filled ground.
"The journal has gone missing."
He said, crouched down on the ground, and picked up one of the gravel pieces, then covered it with his fist, and when he opened it, the gravel had now turned into dust.
"King of the West World's journal? What do you mean it went missing?"
Kiernan asked with a frown.
Master Arakawa looked at him, brushed the gravel dust off his hand, and stood back up with a heavy sigh.
"I will just ask this once. Were you responsible for this? I won't be mad, as I can guess that you're only curious about its context after everything I spoke to you about…
"I'd like it back if that is possible."
"I didn't take it."
Kiernan said with a serious tone.
With a deep look, Master Arakawa gazed into his gray eyes and didn't find any falsehood in his words.
"Who else could it be? I already talked to my granddaughter, and she wouldn't lie to me."
