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ry, Februa

rsity, Caven

sfied smile spread across my lips as I closed

the Gua Dynasty. I had enjoyed reading it, as I always learned

time. Only a few students were left. Some were engrossed in their

was already eight in the eve

alrea

ings on the table before return

oks were missing. Beside the space were the 12th-century volumes, which were odd because this section

one borrow th

hought. I was actually planning on borrow

ng for this, M

ly spoke right beside me. There stood Mrs.

eprimanded me for

zed respectfully. "I-Is that the 11th-century volumes?" I asked,

y, and looked incredi

ehind her thin-framed glasses. If my memory serves me right, she became a librarian at our university just last

cally arched, as if I were a n

want to borrow thes

Yes, Mrs. Calle. I just finishe

nasty, dear. I wouldn't recommend that students b

t... really, really want to read them. I feel like I won't be a

ointed-one who had no name because she was cold and ruthless toward the people of the Altos E

e, as if she wanted to read whatever wa

row these books outside the library?" she asked,

inc

that this was a

my posture now, I looked as if I were about

nts that shaped our world. These books are rare, and reading them will help me learn lessons that aren't found anywhere else. I bel

books. "Very well... but you must be careful, sweetheart. Remember, these books... they'r

ed. "What do you mean g

turning her back to me. I thought she was g

the reader's eyes and consciousness." She turned to me. "Three days

eturned to the front desk. I tilted my head

ff my mind. I need to go home because my b

ose to ignore them. It was already half past eight, and the school closed at ten in the evenin

the door, I was greeted by scattered plastic wrappers of junk

t!" my brother shouted repeatedly, completely absorbed

floor, and threw it in the bin. Then I went straigh

n sitting there since morning. My arms ached, and my mind was heavy from a full day of

rely home-maybe twice a month at most. All he did was hand us our we

fter," I called, my voice carrying across

him. I found him in the living room, glued to his game. Carefully, I p

nored me. My frown deepened. "Are you seriously just going to play or you're going to lo

rs stopped moving

ot up, and mu

the plate I'd given him earlier. I made sure to turn

ework?" I asked in t

s head. "I don't understan

omehow play games just fine. No computer for you until you finish y

finally nodded. He is already sixte

to the dining room to start reading the book I'd borrowed. I only have three days to

ven realize how deeply absorbed I

to the late Emperor Leopold Pierce Cavendish had no recorded name. The only proof that she

cold, emotionless, ruthless, sharp, and intimidating she was. It even referred to her as the emperor's shadow, claiming that she wa

barely slept; even when I closed my eyes, it felt as though I was still reading. I had been locked in m

ered, glancing at the ca

d one day left to finish this volume. This was probably

hey were more educational in style, filled

sses and rubbed t

ne page," I told

fell asleep with my head resting on the open book

ent history would allow me not only to w