The atmosphere at our table remained quite awkward, especially for and John. My original intention had been to embarrass John a little, but now I was starting to regret it.
"He should be expelled!" Alia voiced her frustration with Lykhor, expressing a desire for him to be expelled. "How dare he," she groaned.
Elizabeth, however, shook her head with a sigh. "Unfortunately, it will not happen, Alia. Otherwise, he would have been expelled last year..."
She had a point, and I couldn't help but agree. Sancta Vedelia was built on a foundation of mutual trust, and expelling a student, especially one with such influential ties, was a delicate matter. Lykhor was not only the son of the Queen's older brother but also the child of Edea Elaryon, the horoom teacher of the First Year Gold Class. Furthermore, they had never been caught red-handed, and their victim likely wouldn't dare to report them to the teachers.
After all, who would willingly antagonize a Great Noble?
Alia continued, ntioning Sephira's recent hardships, and Elizabeth nodded in agreent. "Yes, it's because of Professor Gamir and her cousins..."
Alia, with a teasing smile, changed the subject to sothing seemingly more positive. "It seems to be going well between her and Sirius, don't you think so?"
Elizabeth smiled and nodded. "Indeed. Those two were together even last year."
Alia's eyes sparkled as she spoke romantically about how Sirius had saved Sephira. "How I wish I could et a man who would be this loyal to one day."
Conversations between girls could be rather puzzling to guys like John and . We exchanged grimaces while continuing to eat.
Elizabeth, seemingly enjoying the mont, decided to tease her a bit. "What about those two people who tried to hit on you at the mall that ti?" she asked with a giggle.
"I wasn't trying to hit on her."
"..."
John, however, couldn't let that slide without a snort.
This idiot!
"Eh?" Alia shifted her gaze toward John.
Oh shit.
John opened his eyes in realization before looking at quickly, doing his best to ignore Alia's suspicious gaze. "Hey, I'm talking to y-you, I-I wasn't trying to hit on you…"
Don't drag into your ss!
This bastard quickly recovered from his blunder but why did he sacrifice ?!
Both Alia and Elizabeth exchanged glances before looking at both of us questioningly and a hint of shock.
"What the hell are you talking about?" I glared at John.
"You know what I'm talking about," John glared back at aningfully.
No, I don't.
Close this damn cringe discussion already!
I ain't into n.
"I'm into girls," I needed to say it.
"I-I'm also into girls, bastard!" John angrily slapped the table.
"Then what the hell are you hitting on ?!" I snapped back.
"I don't know!"
"U-Um guys…are you okay?" Alia spoke up a little awkwardly.
"I'm into girls, it's a misunderstanding," John said looking at Alia.
"Okay…?" Alia asked, confused that John was justifying to her.
"I'm also into girls," I quickly added right after John, glancing at Elizabeth.
Elizabeth just offered a strained smile.
[]
After that, I recovered after saving John's *ss and sacrificing myself in the process, I finally had ti to think about my embarrassing words.
I quickly finished my al and left the table, the awkward silence still lingering. John followed suit, but I had no intention of speaking to him after that embarrassing exchange.
Why do I have to endure such embarrassnt because of him?
Regardless, I had other matters to attend to. After leaving the cafeteria, I made my way to the Academy's library. There were so specific things I needed to research, particularly regarding the history of Sancta Vedelia and information about past wars. I hoped the library would provide the answers I sought.
The library itself was an impressive structure, encompassing several floors and housing thousands upon thousands of books. It was a popular spot for students to read, study, or simply find so peace and quiet. As I entered, I couldn't help but appreciate the tranquil atmosphere that enveloped the place.
I approached the reception desk and spoke to the librarian there. "I'm looking for specific books about the history of Sancta Vedelia, especially any archives related to past wars."
The librarian nodded in understanding. "I see. You'll find those on the third floor."
"I'm interested in the archives," I clarified.
However, the librarian hesitated, explaining, "I apologize, sir, but the archives section is off-limits for..."
"Even for ?" I displayed the Olphean emblem.
Her eyes widened at the sight of the emblem, and she quickly relented. "On the top floor..."
"Thank you," I acknowledged and ascended the long staircase until I reached the library's uppermost level. Here, I was t by two formidable-looking guards. I presented my Olphean emblem once again, and they imdiately allowed to pass.
This was the library's final floor, noticeably smaller than the levels below, with fewer books and no other visitors in sight. It was no surprise, considering that this section housed the archives, which were reserved for limited access, typically granted only to Great Nobles like myself. I was grateful for the advantages my status brought in this place. While in Celesta, my noble status often felt useless, here it had its rits.
There was an unusual yet strangely inviting ambiance in this place, and I found myself appreciating it. The lighting was subdued but sufficient to read by. Comfortable armchairs were scattered around, inviting readers to delve into the treasures within the glass-encased bookshelves.
As I inhaled the pleasant, rosy scent that perated the air, it struck as oddly familiar, reminiscent of the beautiful roses I'd encountered on Earth. This fragrance was a stark contrast to the musty sll of ancient archives, a pleasant surprise in this place of knowledge and history.
Regardless, I was here for a purpose, and I began my search for the information I needed.
I strolled around searching for interesting books. I ignored the books about the Blood Moon War since Harvey was already annoying with that class for two weeks. []
As I perused the shelves, my purpose was clear: to find sothing that could help understand this enigmatic land better. I still felt lost here, and the Holy Tree seed to conceal secrets that could be pivotal for the Ga. Given that the Holy Tree was at the center of everything, I was convinced that the wars that had ravaged Sancta Vedelia were sohow connected to it.
My eyes roved over the countless titles and spines, searching for a thread of information that might lead closer to my goals. I needed an edge, sothing to give an advantage in the challenges to co.
A particular shelf caught my attention. It was filled with archives detailing a specific period in Sancta Vedelia's history, roughly three hundred years ago. This era fell into a significant tifra, approximately two centuries after the Blood Moon War. As I reached for one of the books, I encountered an unexpected resistance. It was as though an unseen force was tugging it from the other side.
Confused, I released my grip, and the book remained still for a brief mont before it was forcefully pulled away from . My eyes widened as I was confronted by a breathtaking sight.
Before stood Alicia, her flawless, pale face frad by her luxurious golden-blond hair. Her indifferent crimson eyes locked onto mine for a mont before she calmly walked away. It seed she had retrieved the book I had been trying to reach.
I couldn't move as I watched her. The rosy scent, now much more pronounced, enveloped . It was her scent, no doubt about it.
Alicia had clearly noticed my gaze, but she appeared unfazed. She continued to skim through the book with a tranquil expression. Our paths eventually crossed as we navigated the library's aisles. She held the book close to her chest, and as she passed , her soft hair brushed gently against my neck.
Inexplicably, a random thought popped into my head: What kind of shampoo did she use?
[] Cleenah's tone hinted at a touch of pride.
My focus shifted back to the present mont as I settled into an armchair with another book in hand. I tried to imrse myself in its contents, but it was a futile endeavor. My eyes kept wandering to Alicia, who sat elegantly in another armchair a little away, her delicate fingers gracefully flipping through the pages of her own book.
I really can't concentrate.
I sighed inwardly, my inability to concentrate clear evidence of the distracting presence she posed.
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