Special Museum Operation

Ugh...

Eek! Get away from me!

Calm down, Anat! Calm down.

How am I supposed to calm down when a corpse just came back to life? It touched my ears, didn't it? Do I still have my ears?

It's just copying other people's movements. It doesn't mean any harm, to you or anyone else.

Just treat it as a piece of moving furniture!

Ugh...

Why do you seem so comfortable with this, Pepe?

Don't look at me like that, please!

What did you do?

Yesterday... I placed a gem that I dug up into its chest. The Originium circuit engraved into the gem woke it up.

Yesterday?

You wouldn't loan me an important archaeological discovery like this. The Varjavandabad Museum holds respect from the Shahanshah. Not even a shahzada like me could pull rank here.

So... I had to sneak in.

There's a reason I didn't want to lend it to you, Pepe.

What is it? If you're worried about co-authorship, I'm cool.

It's not that...

Investment? Sponsorship? I'll renovate your entire museum, if you want!

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Why are you looking at me like that?

I don't understand... why are you so obsessed with becoming the Historian of Shar-Agade? You can still carry on your research if you agree to inherit the title of Padishah from your father.

But once you become an historian and enter the City of Gold, you will never be allowed to leave. You know that.

All that you learned in school, all the training you underwent to hunt ruins in the desert, all that you've seen on your journeys, all that will become useless if you're the Shahanshah's historian.

Are you simply not happy with the fact that your brother was chosen?

My dream of becoming the court historian isn't some whim. It's the dream of everyone in my family.

We grew up dreaming about inheriting the golden reed pen from our elders.

They tell you that whoever holds the pen carries great responsibility, to record all that has ever happened for posterity.

You are writing the truth of your time, the most complete truth that can be known, which needs no conjecture or investigation and can never be buried by sand and earth.

That is what I've always wanted to do.

I want to tell Sargon's history! I want the glory of the Shah to shine forever by my hand, and to inspire everyone who reads it.

Thousands of years later, someone I will never meet will pick up those pages and feel a connection to me and the Shah, linking the three of us.

Don't you think that's really romantic, Anat?

*Sigh*...

I should have known that you wouldn't give up so easily...

Shouldn't you and Titi have gotten used to my stubbornness by now?

Very well, on behalf of the museum, I approve the loan of the artifact... plus another gem.

It was gifted to the museum by a private collector many years ago. We discovered that it was connected to the mummy, but we have no idea how to use it.

There's a gem at the museum too?!

That's not the point. The point is I'm allowing you to access it.

You're going to hand it over so easily?

I never said anything about easy. Co-authorship, investment, sponsorship, plus naming rights fees for the new exhibition hall.

Absolutely! With pleasure!

Pepe...

Yes?

Things don't always turn out the way we expect them to. I hope you understand this before you start your investigation.

'Second, the lungs. At their first breath, we come to feel.'

Don't let me down.

Guardian, sealed in sand, I hereby return to you the memories lost to time.

Show the path to the Shah's trove, traveler from the past!

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It stopped moving after I put in the second gem?

Did... you expect something different?

Eek—!!

That wasn't me. Who's screaming?

It was Titi's voice.

Is something happening?

I'll investigate. Keep an eye on the exhibit.

Why didn't you tell me you were just an ordinary cloudbeast?

Well... I guess ordinary cloudbeasts don't understand human speech.

Looks like all the visitors have been evacuated. It's safe for us to go out now. Do you think you could find your way back to Lazvar if I put you down outside?

Hey, stop hitting me! I'm carrying you so you don't have to walk yourself!

That's right. Awww, such nice fur... come, I'll introduce you to other little friends of yours.

Look at the imagery on this powder box. This cloudbeast is depicted in equal prominence to a high official. I restored this, by the way.

And here. This mural is a rare treasure that came from Shar-Agade, the City of Gold.

In order to accurately restore it, I looked through every book I could find on the Golden City, and even interviewed people who have been there.

Wait. Does that make me sound like I'm after the secrets of Shar-Agade?

Shouldn't think too much about it. You're just a cloudbeast, and there's no one else in the museum. It's not like what I just said would get me in trouble.

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Don't tell me...

No—! Why did the glass have to pick now to crack?

I'm dead if Anat finds out!

If this is some kind of joke, you can stop.

I'm too busy for this.

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Playing dumb? Which department are you from?

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I'm going to dock your pay, if you don't start talking...

One of the interns? You've got nerve, playing practical jokes on the vice curator. I'll let you off easy this time...

Eek—!

You... you...

How did you get out of your case?!

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Why haven't I heard anything else after that scream? Anat hasn't come back yet... well, I'll just look around.

Anat never changes, does she? She's the acting curator, yet her office still looks so bare and sparse.

She had so many books back in the dorms. Why aren't there any here?

She must be hiding them somewhere...

I knew it. A hidden bookshelf in the wall.

Hmm... My bookshelf at home is due for renovation... I should ask her to introduce me to the designer.

Let's see what you have here... A Study on Tribal Religion in the Southwest, Review of Unearthed Riverside Jewelry...

Terra: A Journey, by Dr. E. E. Erikson? The name sounds familiar... that's the Victorian scholar who came to speak at the college, isn't it?

Lost of labels in here. I didn't know Anat liked his books so much.

Let's check the section on Sargonian history...

(Finally, she's gone.)

(This room sure is luxurious... is that gold thread woven into the cushions on the sofa?)

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(That's the mummy from the poster. They put it right here in the room? I'll never understand the tastes of rich people.)

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(There she is... good, she's completely distracted...)

(With apologies...)

—?!

(A hidden bodyguard?)

(You—!)

An insect lurking in the dark.

What...?

What's that sound?

Y-You're moving again?

My mind is no longer clouded. There is clarity. I must communicate my cognition through language.

A-Are you alive?

My life has long passed. What you see is simply a well-preserved vessel.

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Who are you?

In times of prosperity, I was His Majesty Lugalszargus Shahanshah's personal guard, defending him from the fires of battle.

In times of decline, I willingly forsook the sweet release of death for the eternal torment of time, defending His Majesty's trove from invaders, safeguarding the Shahanshah's vow, and awaiting...

Awaiting the return of the Shahanshah.

H-How should I call you?

My name is Zubayidamu Yanur Ayyusuiz.

You may call me—Zubayr.

Mother, what is that lady doing sitting by the pond, staring down at the water?

She's dressed in Minoan clothes. The Minoans are said to be great thinkers and debaters.

She must be thinking about deep, philosophical questions...

Philo... what?

But she looks so pretty, sitting there alone...

Hanimefendi, the museum is closed.

I know. I'm waiting for it to reopen.

Well... I'm afraid there's currently no schedule for reopening.

According to procedure, the curator must declare the emergency resolved, perform a risk assessment, and report to the stakeholders before a reopening date can be announced.

I know. One of your colleagues already told me.

As you can see, I'm waiting.

You said you left something in the museum?

Yes.

Is it very urgent? Could you wait for our staff to look for it? We can contact you once we've found it.

No, I can't wait.

How about this... I can unlock the door, and we'll have someone accompany you inside.

Thank you—

Mother...

What is it?

Is someone jumping from that window?!