102 – Alertness (2)
After school, there were not as many people as expected in the library.
Lorne, who had expected that the first-year cadets who had lost their feet on fire would come looking for them, unexpectedly decided to look around the quiet interior to find someone.
Fortunately, it wasn’t long before I saw a neat woman with light blue hair sitting in the distance.
As we approached her gladly, the other party also spotted Lorne and waved her hand.
“It’s been a while since I saw the two of you. I wondered if something had happened because I was suddenly looking for it.”
According to Aden, a woman who greets you first, it has been a long time since the two of you met alone.
After the incident at the exchange meeting, the awkwardness has almost disappeared, but for one reason or another, opportunities for the two to meet are rare.
Meanwhile, Lorne awkwardly averted her gaze, feeling that her bones were in Aden’s words.
For some reason, I felt very guilty because I felt like I had become someone I needed only when I had business.
“I’m sorry. Aden, you must be busy preparing for the practical exam….”
“No, no need to worry. Besides, if you want to help by studying together, I’m welcome.”
Actually, the reason why Aden was called to Lone today was no different.
Immediately after the exchange meeting, the two of us were chatting and accidentally talked about each other’s specialties and hobbies.
At that time, Lorne, who had heard in passing that Aden had unexpected knowledge of ancient texts and characters, remembered that fact belatedly today and sought her help.
It must have been because one of the executives belonging to the death squad he was indebted to was a person with extensive knowledge in that field.
Whatever the reason, it’s good no matter what.
“I was also lonely doing it alone. I’m glad I have a colleague.”
Aden smiled as she neatly organized the few books she had brought with her.
The books related to the ancient characters were not as much as I thought, so I almost suffered, but the books I read when they belonged to the association arrived at the dormitory today.
Among them, there are quite a few books about ancient characters that Millia gave me to read, so the timing was really right.
Thanks to her, she was able to help Lorne today, so she thought it was killing two birds with one stone, and Aden took out her writing instrument.
“By the way, the group over there decided that Lorne would be in charge of the ancient script?”
“Yeah, honestly, I don’t know if it will turn out well. But I will try.”
Aden’s eyes narrowed as he observed Lorne, who clenched her fists and strengthened her will.
I don’t know if it’s because of her mood, but it’s because Lorne’s appearance is somehow dangerous.
‘He seems like someone who somehow tries to find a reason for living.’
Just as Aden lived her life chasing her father’s shadow.
Although the texture is a little different from that, Lorne felt the same piece, and at the thought of the diagnosis, she hardened her expression.
Since it is not her hobby to guess her opponent’s mind by skipping, she decided to erase it from her head right away.
“Okay. I will do my best to help. Instead, it’s a bit of an esoteric subject, so you might get lost at first. Follow me slowly.”
“Yes.”
With those words, Aden was about to open her book and start her class.
I felt an unfamiliar presence in the quiet library, and a man appeared from the door at the far right.
It was none other than Professor Grerick.
“Professor, what are you doing here?”
A young girl who happened to be guarding her door, her eyes shining, approached Grerick and spoke to her.
Grerick is quite young and has a clean impression, except for being somewhat modest, so it was not strange since he tends to receive a lot of envy from the female students.
“I have a book to look for. Are first-year students busy preparing for exams? You look busy.”
“Ugh, don’t even talk. Everyone’s feet are on fire.”
“hahahaha, but don’t hurt yourself too much. Health is always the best.”
When Grerick’s unique kind smile and caring words were delivered, the female student’s face instantly turned red.
Meanwhile, Lorne’s eyes watching Lee from afar were a little different from those of her female student facing him.
I don’t know if it’s because I’ve heard that from Bell recently, but it’s because I’ve developed a strange sense of wariness toward the guy named Grerick Kirsland.
“Ah, you are an Elua cadet. You can see everything here.”
“Hello, Professor.”
Whether or not you know what she is thinking.
Greerk, who quickly approached with a bright face, spoke to Lone.
Lorne glanced at Aden sitting next to her while exchanging greetings with her as calmly as possible.
Arden, who hadn’t taken Grerick’s lessons and hadn’t met him, simply kept his head down and didn’t try to intervene in her story.
“Looks like you were studying ancient texts in preparation for the practical exam.”
“Yes, fortunately my friend is quite knowledgeable in this area. I was getting help.”
“… Is that so. If you have any difficulties next time, please come to me. I have some knowledge in that area.”
“Thank you, Professor.”
Grerick, who checked the book in front of Lorne and her eyes lit up, looked sideways at the seat next to her.
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For an instant, a chill passed across his face, but no one noticed it.
Perhaps the person named Grerick Kirsland was unknown even to himself.
‘It was a good excuse, but it turned out to be unfortunate.’
The will of a third party intervened again into Greeric’s consciousness and let out a voice.
Ancient texts. For the cadets, this is a very difficult task.
If he had prepared a place in the name of helping with that, it would have created a good situation as well.
Leaving his regrets behind, Grerick looked at Aden, the woman he unwillingly disturbed.
I’m sure you’ve heard the name before.
As a child left behind by the executives of the death squad, it was said that he was active during the recent exchange meeting incident.
The same goes for that man named Bel Dinaur not too long ago.
First of all, today we didn’t get the results we expected, so we’ll have no choice but to go back.
“Hmm? Professor Greerick, what are you doing up to this point?”
With that thought, the car was about to turn around.
A man with a white beard appeared from beyond the bookshelf holding a thick book in his hand.
It was Professor Berman who visited the library to find reference materials for tomorrow’s thesis.
“Ah, you are the professor. I came because I had a book to look for for a while. Professor… ?”
“Me too. Are they cadets who know better than that? They had a pretty friendly conversation.”
“Yes. There was a cadet who happened to be taking my class, so I thought I’d talk to you….”
Grerick answered in a calm tone, but Berman, who heard that, thought it was quite a big deal.
As a person who has seen him since the days when he accepted him as a disciple, Berman is a person who knows Grerick’s personality better than anyone else.
Although he’s mild-mannered, he doesn’t really enjoy conversing with people, so we know that he rarely speaks first.
Not to mention the same professor, the number of times he spoke to a cadet he met in a private setting was so small that he could count them on his hands.
Unless you have other business to do.
‘It must have been a whim.’
There is no law that says that human beings behave according to rules every day, so it shouldn’t be particularly strange, but the sense of heterogeneity that welled up showed no signs of fading.
“I hope to see you next time. I have some work left to do…. This much.”
“I see.”
Meanwhile, when Grerick said he had a book he was looking for, he didn’t actually try to find it, just said hello and left the library.
Seeing his back as he trudged away empty-handed, the moment Berman’s doubts deepened.
From the side of the desk Berman occupied came the whispers of two girls.
Believing that they must be the cadets that Grerick mentioned earlier, Berman turned his head and overheard the story.
“By the way, Professor Kirsland is also well versed in ancient texts. I knew it first.”
“Me too. Maybe because he’s a professor, he’s proficient in many fields?”
Immediately, Berman’s eyebrows furrowed at the conversation he heard there.
What does it mean to say that a person named Grerick Kirsland is well-versed in ancient texts?
At least as far as Berman knew, even at this academy, it was difficult to count on three fingers a professor who had considerable knowledge of ancient texts.
In particular, in the case of Grerick, his interests are completely opposite, so he must have never studied ancient texts separately.
Then, what is the basis for the conversation the students are having?
“I’m sorry, guys, but I need to ask you something.”
“Yes, yes?”
Due to Berman’s sudden talk, the bodies of the two floated up from the chairs in an instant.
Although he knew that it would be quite uncomfortable for the Bermando cadets to suddenly talk to a professor he was unfamiliar with, he opened his mouth at a sense of urgency.
“Professor Grerick just said that he has knowledge of ancient texts. Who did you hear it from?”
“Rather than hearing from someone…. After seeing us preparing for the exam, the professor asked me to come find him if there is any difficulty next time….”
“Hmm?”
At that, Berman frowned and checked the book in front of the two of them.
It is clearly a book about ancient texts and characters.
Then, did Greric really say that he would help because he has knowledge of ancient texts?
Could it be that these children misunderstood and heard that they would help through another professor?
– There’s a cadet I’ve been watching closely lately. To give you a hint, I belong to Class C.
The moment the thought reaches that point.
A scene from a conversation he had with Grerick flashed through Berman’s mind.
From a professor’s point of view, it’s not strange that there are one or two cadets keeping an eye on him, but a strange feeling of uneasiness welled up, perhaps due to the recent footsteps of Berman.
Apparently, after that, Grerick said, the cadet’s name.
“… By any chance, what is your name?”
In response to Berman’s question, trying to calm the creeping anxiety, the silver-haired girl exchanged glances with the friend sitting next to her, then opened her mouth.
“My name is Lone Elua from Class 1 C.”
At that moment, I felt as if the two gears in Berman’s head were meshing with a small noise.