106 – Breeze Coffin
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My mistake ep. 105, Lehu, where the previous article was upgraded to a pre-revision version!
There have also been significant changes in terms of narrative, so (readability and narrative revision!) Or (readability and description revision!) I hope readers who saw it before the parenthesis are closed will see it again…!
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What I asked him was simple.
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“I heard that the librarian majored in magic. Are there any books with magic related to space in the library?”
“You’re looking for something quite curious.”
“If such a thing came out, I would have to drive less. I was wondering why there isn’t one.”
Perhaps for a fairly realistic reason, the librarian chuckled and put a cigarette in his mouth.
Maybe it’s because it’s a job that’s hard to come by once you sit down, so it’s probably his intention to use this opportunity as much as possible.
Chick caught fire at the beginning of the year.
Blowing out white smoke, he opened his mouth.
“Then, do you know this? Actually, there are three ways to move mana-“
“Excuse me. I just need to know about space travel.”
“It’s easy to understand when you know the theory. Anyway, let me say it again.”
As a reward for talking to a magician by mistake, I became his expert knowledge recipient. He was an endemic of those who had no object to brag about the knowledge they possessed.
The librarian, who had been reciting ’18 professional common sense related to spatial movement that you should know’ for a long time, took the burnt butt out of his mouth.
And I said the conclusion.
“So, as far as I know, it will be difficult for Mr. Ghouse to find books related to him in our university library.”
“Oh.”
When I heard those words, my heart instantly melted.
I’ll just say that. That’s why graduate students can’t do it.
The librarian took the butt and lit a new cigarette. It seems that there is still more expertise left to tell me.
I was just about to say enough was enough.
“Instead, it would be possible to find knowledge related to it.”
“Yes?”
“There is a professor at Zuh University who only sells stuff like that.”
His pronunciation was momentarily blurry from the cigarette in his mouth, but he could still hear what he was saying.
“There is a person named Professor Jenton at Breeze Bareum Hall. It may be a bit peculiar, but it will be enough to satisfy Mr. G-House’s curiosity.”
Professor Jenton of Breeze House.
It was one clue I heard after a long and long time to instill knowledge.
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Leaving the librarian burning the last candle in place, I went back to the library.
Only Prianian was left lying on his stomach with the thick cookbook cut open.
It seems that the young lady has been away for a while.
Seeing her sound asleep, I wanted to leave her alone, but I had to wake her up to go to her breeze coffin.
So I went as close as possible and whispered quietly.
“That, Prianian.”
“Hmm…”
Sureuk.
As he tossed and turned slightly in his sleep, the white nape of his neck that had been hidden by his red hair was revealed.
“Prianian?”
I called again and again, but she did not answer. It was clear that he was deeply asleep.
The library had to be quiet. It is difficult to make a louder sound.
In the end, I decided to shake Prianian awake.
Perhaps because of the young lady’s request, the bright clothes she wore were very thin. To the point of being reluctant to touch it carelessly.
I touched her soft arm with my fingertips.
Took. Took.
“Priani-“
“I do.”
At some point, the young lady was standing next to me.
“Anyway, Priyanian ‘Miss’ is a woman, so I’d better wake her up.”
Having said that, she gently shook Prianian with her slender hand.
“Huh?”
With a cute sound, she immediately raised her head.
Seeing that her forehead isn’t even red with her arms crossed, it looks like she just fell on her stomach. How could she fall asleep so soon?
“Wake up.”
Blue eyes filled with firearms looked at the young lady, and the poor young lady spoke very quietly.
“Sorry to wake you up, but this is the library.”
“……”
Priyanian nodded her head.
Then he turned his gaze to me.
I pointed at the door with my hand, trying to ignore the look in his eyes that seemed to imply why he didn’t wake me up earlier.
“Let’s go out and talk.”
After a while, I suggested to the two people who came out of the library that they go somewhere else.
“I heard about it while talking to the librarian a while ago, but I think we should go find Professor Jenton in Breeze House.”
“Is it because of the purpose of G-House’s coming here?”
At Prianian’s question, I nodded.
“I don’t mind going alone, but how about taking the two of you out for a walk?”
“Okay. I’ve been feeling sore before.”
Priyanian nodded her head.
“That’s right. You must have had a purpose to come here as well.”
After saying that, the young lady glanced back toward the library. Like thinking of something
“Before that, wait a minute.”
She went back into the library.
And when she left, she carried a thick book at her side. It must have been borrowed from the library.
“Since I’ve read less books, this is the only way to read them all.”
At her words, I nodded. It’s thanks to knowing how annoying it can be to finish reading a book.
The next thing that annoys people is.
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It was very quiet at the Breeze Pavilion near the end of lunchtime.
Only the ivy vines that cling to the gray brick building add life to the drab building.
As I entered the building, I saw an all-too-familiar map of hell in front of me.
Seeing that, cursing flowed spontaneously from her mouth.
“f*ck.”
Kikkik.
I opened the door of the room with the number written on it and someone came out.
Only the sound of people walking, dragging their feet, filled the silent hallway.
People in gray and black fluttering pants, with sleeves on their wrists to keep their sleeves from getting dirty.
Have you ever heard that a graduate student who has adapted to a high level will not be noticed even if he is thrown into the middle of the Sillim-dong gosichon?
I was so used to seeing them muttering about today’s schedule in a low voice like a monk reciting scriptures.
There are two rituals that graduate students who have filled their stomachs usually do next.
Filling up nicotine, or sweeping away the remnants of rest stuck in your teeth, and going back to your day job.
They had toothbrushes in their mouths and mugs in their hands, so they probably chose to brush their teeth.
Maybe that’s why, soon the sound of running water and the smell of toothpaste used to brush your teeth weakly filled the entire hallway.
But for some reason, the scent, which should be refreshing, felt thick and reminded me of a corner of a small space where the only sound was the refrigerator running.
There is no Golfian G-House,
The place where only Kim Pyeong-ju was sitting typing.
I suddenly felt uncomfortable.
How did I come back to this living hell to enjoy wealth and glory?
“Mr. G-House?”
The fragrance reached through the old smell.
Prianian, who covered the graduate students in front of me, was looking straight at my face.
“Are you okay? Why are your eyes closed?”
For a moment, Mei untied her neck and opened her mouth.
“I’m fine.”
But the smell of toothpaste was still there. The smell of toothpaste that I miss so much that I’m sick of it.
So, after expressing her gratitude to her, she came to her senses and looked ahead of her.
Now, only the scenery of the graduate school came into view.
We passed them entering the restroom with a toothbrush in their mouth and a glass in one hand.
It didn’t take long to find Professor Jenton’s lab.
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Upon entering the laboratory, she asked how the female student who was carrying a pile of papers inside had come.
“You came to find the professor? Did you come because you didn’t understand her lecture?”
She looked at us curiously.
“I received a letter and left earlier… It would have been nice if you had contacted me beforehand.”
“Does she know when she’ll be back?”
The schoolgirl, whose face was dry, thought for a moment before opening her mouth.
“Come to think of it, I think you said you’d be back soon…”
Bang.
“Damn, darn, darn.”
I heard the door open behind me, and soon a man in a scruffy gray robe entered.
The pale face that was completely drained of blood reminded the viewer of the three letters ‘ruined’.
On top of that, that aura that makes my shoulders shrink by itself, like a dog who saw a dog dealer.
There was only one thing I had to do in this situation.
“Oh, professor-“
“Is Professor Jenton here?”
To hit the ball before a female student spits out ‘that comment’.
For me, who only studied in graduate school for two years, it was easier than anything else.
I approached Professor Jenton.
The closer I got, the more I felt my shoulders shrink, and for some reason I had to suppress my instinct to say yes or yes at the end of my words.
There was only one fact that did not intimidate me.
‘It’s okay, it’s not my department professor.’
While repeating that one word over and over again, I asked him.
“Nice to meet you. Are you Professor Jenton, who teaches magic?”
Professor Jenton asked cautiously.
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“I’m Jenton, but who are you…?”
Suppressing the fact that I almost bowed my head reflexively, I tried to smile.
“It’s called the Golfian G-House. It’s no different. I’m here to ask you something.”
“Are you a student?”
Then his voice became somewhat overbearing.
It was because they heard the keyword of miracle, ‘be different’.
As if recognizing me as a student, Professor Jenton headed straight to his desk.
“I’m sorry, but I’m not in a position to take questions right now. See you later. Next time.”
“Yes?”
“Reina, you’re leaving work early today too.”
“Yes!”
Professor Jenton, who issued the order to celebrate, immediately picked up his bag and started packing. He’s like he has to go somewhere fast.
I heard behind my back a grinning sound of a graduate student called Reina, but it didn’t matter to me.
“Hey, Professor?”
“Did you say G-House? Let me ask you next time.”
Hearing that, the poor young lady stepped out.
“Professor Jenton?”
Tak.
A pass with the eagle crest and the scribe’s seal, both of which are historic in the East.
It was enough to stop the professor’s hand.
The lady of Count Fedian spoke in a dignified voice.
“Specifically, I’ll give you a chance to stop what you’re doing and ask questions.”
Then, Professor Jenton raised his pale face and looked at his young lady.
Fallang.
A sheet of paper he was holding fell on the desk.