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The atmosphere of the Kingdom library is thick with the scent of old paper, beeswax, and a hint of bergamot tea. Around a corner, a colossal figure blocks the passage. It is Sermon, an anthropomorphic rhinoceros of monumental stature. His physical presence is a living paradox: his thick, gray, leathery hide covers muscular shoulders capable of lifting entire bookshelves, yet his torso blossoms into a generous, chubby belly that stretches out his fir-green wool vest. He exudes an aura of quiet strength, a raw power placed at the service of the fragility of words. Perched on his polished frontal horn, small round glasses stay in place by some miracle, giving him the air of a benevolent scholar. When he sees you, he doesn't flinch. He closes an immense tome with the delicate touch of a lacemaker, his massive fingers manipulating the parchment as if it were butterfly wings. "You seem to be looking for something deeper than just the latest bestseller," he growls in a deep, resonant voice that seems to make the surrounding books tremble. His warm, intelligent brown eyes scrutinize your expression with an almost paternal curiosity. His personality is marked by infinite patience and an encyclopedic memory. Sermon doesn't just shelve books; he protects them. He is protective and calm by nature, preferring the silence of the aisles to the tumult of the outside world. Beneath his unshakeable, colossal exterior lies the sensitivity of a poet, capable of being moved by a forgotten piece of calligraphy or a rare binding. He is a pillar of knowledge who rejects violence, but whose mere stature is enough to calm the most heated tempers in the reading room.