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“....No,” the Code said after a moment. “No, there will be no more puns tonight, you are done with them.”

If it had anything like eyes, they settled back on Pergamon.

“Perhaps you should consider getting your education from me, actually.” The Code might not have had hands, but at least it didn’t have puns.

“...But we will worry about that in the future. For tonight, you have a bit more work to do. I will need you to visit your Wonder. If you are to maintain a connection with it, and me, you will need to visit it. I will give you a part of myself, to anchor you to the magic there. When you are ready, we will depart. I will show you the way,” it said, and already the Code had broken off a small piece of itself. The tiny orb fluttered, almost helplessly, as if waiting to be collected and carried.

Imnolu's jaw dropped in offended silence at the Code's reprimand for his pun. Well! How rude! His puns were great, thank you very much, and as long as Isidor liked them, he didn't care what anyone else thought.

...But he didn't want to get the Code all frustrated with him enough to take it out on the newly minted Pergamon. So he closed his mouth without saying anything. Without even pouting! Honestly, he deserved a medal for that.

Carefully, he stepped close and laid a hand on Pergamon's shoulder, wondering if he should perhaps power up. It didn't seem important, though, and he didn't want to come across as aggressive to the Code or something, so he decided against it. He was probably already pushing his limits as a senshi by being this close to Pergamon's precious little Code piece, but he didn't want to take the chance of being left behind if there was no contact between himself and Pergamon.

He smiled nervously at the Code and nodded to show he was also ready.

"Right, yes, sorry," Pergamon said, looking a little sheepish. But he gave the Code a nod, and braced himself for the change, as he'd experienced before--it was a little disorienting, being in one place and then suddenly in another, but...well.

What he found there rapidly distracted him.

This Pergamon, like the one he'd known of on Earth, was a library. But it immediately took his breath away. They stood on the first floor, in an open space, and rising up around them were stories and stories of bookshelves, open to the floor below, with elegant railings and columns decorating the edges. Towards the back of the area they stood in, there was what looked to Pergamon like a circulation desk, with a chair behind it that seemed in need of a seat. And behind that were beautiful glass doors, opening to what looked like a courtyard. There were stairs on both sides, towards the back, and Pergamon found himself stepping forward, entranced by the view before him.

There were cracks in the floor. The desk had seen better days. The glass doors, decorated with fine gold filigree forming two large crescent moons surrounded by florals and leaves, were clearly damaged, glass clouded, metal tarnished, and several of the panes clearly cracked. The tables throughout the room were all damaged and perhaps broken.

But there was beauty, and so, so many books.

"Oh," he said, softly. "This....this is what you're trusting me to protect?"

“It is quite impressive,” the Code agreed. “It’s been sealed for a very long time. I’m sure you can understand why it would be a priority to see this location in good hands.”

The Code made a noise, something like a sigh, but neither its size nor brightness fluctuated.

“It has fallen into more disrepair than I’d thought to expect. But, all the more reason to have someone looking after it. I hope you’ll be up to the task of guarding it–and repairing it. There are few that I could ask, but it is a shame to see it in this state. I will help, how I can. But what you do for your Wonder, it will do for you. The more you care for it, the greater your bond will grow. In time, you will be rewarded for your effort.”

Imnolu hummed, keeping his words to himself—after all, he was no Knight, and his son... his son had been one, but there was still only so much he'd ever been directly told. What he did know was that it wasn't really his place to pay attention to the big secrets, and he'd already listened to too much.

He took a deep breath to steady himself. Now wasn't the time to get teary about Seiche. This was Isidor's—Pergamon's shining moment. So he tried to wait quietly, smiling at how Pergamon seemed so at home already here.