Chapter 4:

It was late afternoon.

Cheryl, a working scholarship scholar, brushed away the mud that had amassed on the bookshelves, whereas she was misplaced in her personal ideas.

‘What was tonight’s dinner menu once more? Croissants? Danish?’

Having the ability to dine on the worker cafeteria, which was well-known for its scrumptious meals, was a privilege unique to working scholarship college students. Although she couldn’t recall the precise menu, the way in which her mouth watered hinted that it could be a reasonably appetizing choice.

She tightly tied her lengthy, chestnut-colored curly hair, and readjusted her spherical horn-rimmed glasses. With simply two extra bookshelves left to tidy up, she was virtually carried out along with her duties for the day.

Three days earlier than the beginning of the semester, the empty library served as each her office and her playground.

Other than the occasional presence of professors or workers members who hadn’t returned to their hometowns, she was the one one on this house.

As she gazed on the endless rows of bookshelves and breathed within the aroma of aged paper, she couldn’t deny that there was a sure attraction to it, regardless that an inherent sense of solitude endured.

“… Please, don’t do that. You shouldn’t fall in love with a easy woman like me.”

Following the protagonist of the novel she was studying yesterday, “The Lethal Maid,” or…

“Do you assume commoners are unworthy of wielding a sword? Ha! My sword is simply too valuable in comparison with a despicable man such as you. Come at me. I’ll shatter that smug conceitedness of yours!”

If she didn’t work whereas muttering well-known quotes from the famend feminine warrior, “Elvera,” it could be too mundane and lonely, and she or he dreaded what destiny would possibly befall her.

“Develop stronger, Your Highness. Shimmering jewels and exquisite clothes are however nugatory in comparison with a single drop of sweat shed on the battlefield or the coaching floor… Huh?”

Cheryl immediately felt a presence. As she turned her head, she immediately realized how belated her consciousness had been.

“Oops!”

She lined her mouth and gazed on the younger man standing there, uncertain of when he had arrived.

His golden hair radiated a lustrous sheen, and his pores and skin was honest as freshly fallen snow. It was as if somebody had sculpted the time period “nobleman” right into a human kind. The youthful determine earlier than her held an expression of gentle amusement as he fastened his eyes upon Cheryl.

In that second, Cheryl longed to plummet from a terrific top, searching for an escape from her present predicament.

‘Please! Snicker at me as an alternative. I encourage you, simply giggle at me! Please don’t provide empty phrases of consolation. I implore you!’

Her earnest want went unfulfilled. Philip had by no means realized how one can mock a scholar.

“…”

An ungainly silence stuffed the air.

The younger man, Philip, tried to interrupt the stress with a pressured cough.

“Ahem, it looks as if I’ve arrived at an inopportune time. I apologize.”

Cheryl, the woman with curly hair, had tears streaming down her face; even her cheeks had been flushed crimson. Philip didn’t know how one can consolation her.

“Your pronunciation is sort of good. You possibly can think about turning into an actress.”

“Ah… Thanks.”

“Properly, I’m right here as a result of I’m on the lookout for a selected e book.”

Upon listening to her considerably lackluster voice, Philip rapidly excused himself from the scene. The bookshelf he sought was a couple of minutes’ stroll away from the doorway.

“… Sniff.”

Consciously ignoring the sound of the sniffling forlorn woman, Philip positioned the part housing the gathering of historical past books.

‘Phew, Neria was feeling embarrassed for her. That took fairly some time. By the way in which, Grasp, what are you looking for right here?’

With Neria nestled at his waist, Philip replied in a hushed voice.

“A Sacred Scroll.”

‘A Sacred Scroll? Does the Academy library actually have one thing like that? Isn’t it one thing that stays within the secret treasure vault to be guarded as household particular inheritance?’

Because the identify instructed, the Sacred Scroll was an merchandise used to be taught hidden strategies.

Sometimes owned by noble households or martial organizations, they had been objects that had been not often seen except one completed one thing distinctive.

But, the Privia Academy possessed as many as 5 of those books. One in every of them occurred to be the very object Philip desired.

‘The Moonlight Sword. Nothing else might complement me higher at this second.’

‘This academy has been round for over 200 years, so there are quite a few secrets and techniques unknown to most of the people.’

‘However how are you aware about them if individuals aren’t conscious?’

‘… Simply because….’

‘Ugh, you’re so irritating. Can’t you give me some hints?’

‘Heh, you’re as sharp as an pointless blade…’

Muttering beneath his breath, Philip rummaged by the bookshelves.

‘However in my present circumstances, it hardly issues if I purchase it or not. I’m not missing in energy in the meanwhile, and I’ve already glad the acquisition circumstances.’

As if tailor-made particularly for him, Philip’s current state of affairs completely aligned with the predetermined circumstances.

‘May it’s that this isn’t an unfavorable state of affairs?’

Although he hadn’t skilled it earlier than, Philip had little question {that a} Sacred Scroll with such arduous acquisition necessities would possess commendable efficiency.

Below regular circumstances, he would have opted for a unique Sacred Scroll. But, not like earlier than, Philip discovered himself with room to spare, permitting for a daring leap of religion.

The contents of the Sacred Scroll, the ‘Moonlight Sword,’ started to circulation into his thoughts.

Philip instantly grasped why this type of transmission was chosen, diverging from the standard e book format.

The Moonlight Sword was stuffed with summary and profound ideas that defied easy description—a realm of abstraction and higher-level understanding.

The main target of dialogue revolved extra round unsure potentialities slightly than concrete phenomena, and even the form of these potentialities appeared distant from instinct.

From the very starting, the strategy itself diverged from the norms of standard swordsmanship.

It was an exquisitely refined and literary metaphor that may be extremely difficult to seek out even in Philip’s authentic world.

As an instance, it was akin to describing the method of a single droplet of spilled wine at a banquet remodeling into the vastness of the ocean—an idea that these missing creativeness would wrestle to understand.

Actually, it was a Sacred Scroll crafted particularly for prodigies, one which basically resisted common approaches.

“… However why do I’ve a imprecise understanding?”

Amidst these summary photos, Philip sensed one thing, an intangible connection. He discerned, albeit hazily, that these incomprehensible fragments of data had been conveying a profound and sweeping narrative.

By some means, he felt that he held an inkling of the preliminary step required to tread the trail of the Moonlight Sword.

‘… Grasp?’

In that very second, Neria’s voice reached his ears.

As Philip swiftly regained a way of actuality and surveyed his environment, he discovered the ambiance already cloaked in shadows.

‘Do you could have any thought how lengthy you’ve been at it? Neria thought you had handed out!’

So as to add to the frustration, an angered Sword and a curly-haired woman had been ready for Philip.

“… What time is it now?”

When Philip requested, the sympathetic working scholarship scholar woman responded.

“It’s 9 o’clock within the night. Um, we known as for you, however there was no response…”

Cheryl felt a pang of disappointment.

She didn’t have the audacity to disturb the noble teacher, who appeared deeply engrossed in an vital dilemma. Consequently, she needed to forgo her dinner, although it was an unavoidable circumstance.

‘… It was the day croissants had been served.’

Gurgle!

A hole sound emanated from her empty abdomen. Cheryl wasn’t the one one who heard it.

“Did you go hungry due to me?”

At 9 o’clock, the school cafeteria had already closed. He was conscious of Cheryl’s state of affairs.

Hailing from humble origins, she labored as a scholarship scholar throughout breaks and undertook errands for professors to barely cowl her tuition as a third-year scholar within the Academy of Magic.

Whereas it won’t have performed a serious function, Philip’s endearing picture with spherical glasses frames made him fairly in style.

Feeling a pang of conscience, Philip opened his mouth.

“It’s due to me that you simply skipped dinner.”

“Oh, no! I’m okay, Teacher.”

“Are you certain? As an apology, I used to be planning to purchase you some bread from Cruzel Bakery.”

On the point out of Cruzel Bakery, Cheryl’s mouth stuffed with saliva.

The bakery catered to the rich noble workers and college students of the academy. Regardless of the excessive costs, it was famend and sometimes totally booked through the semester. In fact, for a poor working scholarship scholar like Cheryl, it appeared like an unattainable dream.

“Oh, actually, I’m tremendous…”

“I’m not tremendous, so include me.”

Following Philip, Cheryl accompanied him and returned along with her arms filled with bread that may final her a number of days.

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