The room was beautiful; decorated with small statues and paintings, and although it wasn't an identical duplicate of Brook's den, it closely enough resembled it to warp Manguino's mind back to when he had the cabinet opened to his view and saw Brook's computer.
The ArchBishop had finally summoned ample courage in order to enter the room and he let out an exasperated breath which sounded like he was in pain, when he saw the room. He quickly stepped over to the book shelves and read the names and titles on the books: Lapinz, Argynossti, Smarte. All were identical to those books that Brook kept there.
"This is some room!" said Orren and oddly glanced over at Manguino.
"What's wrong?" he asked the ArchBishop.
"This room is hardly different than Brook Scullion-Blue's was, so long ago. How did these men know what was within? How did they know what was in every room, within this house?"
Manguino trembled as he spoke then he looked at the far curtained wall and went over to it.
He violently pulled the curtains away from the wall exposing a dingy grey.
"Why did you do that, your Grace?" asked Orren.
"This wall was supposed to be white in the centre. If it was, I don't know what I would've thought!" he answered.
He looked at the large wooden cabinet near the entrance and went to it. He tried to open it but it was locked. He shook his head towards Orren then punched at the cabinet doors.
"Just like Brook's, always locked until the day that I finally knew for sure what was inside!"