Her Royal Highness Seems to be Angry

Naturally, the big library room was surrounded by silence.

The large room with two classrooms has a upstairs structure with a blowout in the center. On the ground floor of the blowout are tables and chairs for reading, also at the window. Everything else has a bookshelf that goes all the way to the ceiling.

Here's a story from a previous life, but Leticiel never read much of the book. I mean, there was no such thing as a book out there in those days.

There was a common sense unique to the world that knowledge should not be written in books and misused across enemy countries.

Besides, memory can be assisted to some extent by witchcraft, so people in their former times were all pretty smart and didn't really need books.

Leticiel spills a cushy grin on the age-old smell characteristic of the unfamiliar book. I haven't even been to my home library yet, but is this what it looks like?

The entrance was provided with a counter, and across the counter, a little grandfather with a lovely white beard rowed a boat with cockle-cockles.

"Good morning, I'd like to ask you something."

Heading to the counter, Leticiel speaks to the sleeping old man. She wants to look for a book here, but if she is looking for it herself, it will take too long.

That's why I've been thinking about asking the book professionals.

"... yeah...?

The old man woke up a little to Leticiel's call, patting and blinking his hidden eyes in his bright white fuzzy hair.

"Ooh...! You're a rare customer! What can I do for you?

I was prepared to be neglected like the others, but instead of neglecting, Leticiel clapped out at the old man, who laughed foffy and furiously. No, it's good to be friendly.

The old man was named David, by the way.

"I need to ask Mr. David something. I'd like to read a book about world geography, where is it located?

"Foffo, with World Geography? Just wait."

Laughing as he rocked his beard, David took a big book out of the bottom of the counter and placed it on the counter, and began to peruse with great momentum.

That thick book, which seems to afford 5cm, probably says all the large library books. The amount seems too enormous to make me dizzy, but that's the agile (expected) scribe in the big library, great page judgment.

"Humph, if you're a book of that kind of lineage, look for the bookshelf at the back of the stairs on the ground floor and you'll come out wacky!

I was able to get the answer I was looking for in a minute of things. The search is too fast. Excellent.

Leticiel thanked David and walked away for the said bookshelf.

Why it is a book of world geography, naturally because it was the atlas that I had been reading until just now. Currently, Leticiel's brain is geographically monochromatic. It's more efficient to study geography here with momentum.

"Ok......... for now, could this be the first thing"

Select three books from the bookshelf that are likely to be easy to read, and Leticiel sits in the reading corner with it. And out of the bag, he also takes the atlas he took out of his home and puts the magic of memory enhancement on himself.

Now we are ready. A petite tap on his cheek gently, Leticiel opens the first book.

And then I opened my focus and proceeded to read the book at a terrible speed.

How long has it been since I started reading?

Raising her gaze from the finished book, Leticiel stretches her back a lot. The stone statue has always been immersed in reading so my shoulders are stiff.

Leticiel decided to get up and circle the library because he was sitting too much and his butt hurt.

Again, when the books are gathered in one place in large quantities so far, it is rolling. Walking loosely between the bookshelves, Leticiel finds the person he saw at the window.

At a desk placed to be buried between the bookshelves, Sieg was sprinkling the book into reading with one hand.

The gentle sunshine that plunges through the window shines his pitch-black hair and slightly lowered green and purple eyes.

The large library full of books suited his intelligent atmosphere well. I didn't know even reading a book was going to be a picture, just sitting there already seems like I could take the money.

(... let's not interrupt)

That's how Leticiel tried to walk away softly without making a sound. But just the floorboards Leticiel stepped on raised a small smudge of giggles.

Sieg, distracted by the sound, raised his gaze from the book and his eyes met with Leticiel.

"Good morning, Sieg. I'm sorry, you got in the way."

"No, never mind. It's just a paragraph away."

Sieg smiles refreshingly, unchanged, at Leticiel's apology. That's the outdoor beauty shape, stable and beautiful smile today...... not.

"How long have you been here?

"It's been a while. Hey, I need some material."

"... you're in class now, aren't you?

"Yeah, that's right"

"You're not really in class"

"I don't want Miss Drossel to tell me all this time."

"Speaking of which, yes."

That's what makes Sieg laugh. You certainly can't talk about people because you're not in class yourself, what a reticel thought.

"What were you reading?

"It's a book about the tax system. We've been looking into trade tariffs between countries here."

"That's another very difficult book to read."

Approaching the desk where Sieg was sitting, Leticiel tried to take the top stacked book in his hand.

Apparently, this was written about the trading situation and the amount of money transferred in each territory of the country. Leticiel opens the book and turns the page in a flush reading.

The magic of memory enhancement is wonderful because that's just the kind of stuff that comes into your head with the tricky content.

"Heh... you have the most expensive produce traded in the Marquis of Assaretta"

"Right. He said it was a rich crop this year, so I guess it's natural. On the contrary, the Duke of Philialeggis doesn't seem to have a very good deal."

"The climate in that territory is cold, and this year it must be unproductive because it looks like we have strong winds from the mountains"

"For once, it's Miss Drossel's home territory...?

"I'm not home anyway, and I don't care"

Finishing the first book sassy, Leticiel takes the second.

"But the Marquis of Assaretta… Hi, I see you're hanging out with your neighbor Marquis this year."

"Sure... your neighbor successfully cultivated a crop that could only be grown in the Marquis of Assaretta? So we're holding each other back on export volumes..."

"... ah. Then isn't the Duke of Eldorado's territory sandwiched in the meantime quite a fisherman's interest? That's a puffy cake from the shelf!

Leticiel inadvertently shines his eyes innocently at the conclusions he draws from previous information. How nice it feels to gather your own information and think for yourself to come up with an answer.

"……………"

From the side of Drossel, who continues to advance the pages of the book, Zeke was unable to turn a blind eye.

Drossel laughed. I lowered my eyes, raised my mouth angle, faintly... really faintly but I laughed.

She quickly returned to her faceless face. So trivial a change that you wouldn't notice if you hadn't looked closely, still the air did change the moment she laughed. Sieg felt like he was struck by lightning.

I've always wondered what her smile would look like without expression. But in fact, the smile she saw was much more dazzling, calm and soft than I had imagined.

The surroundings were mocking. Even though she's the same sister, Krista says she's far more beautiful and angelic than Drossel. Unlike her bright, gentle sister, she says she is a shady, distorted, ugly woman.

But Zeke doesn't think so. Rather, Sieg believes that it is her sister who seems to be distorting the roots.

At least Zeke felt many times more beautiful than that deliberately sweet smile on Krista's part with Drossel's undecorated vegan smile. If Krista is an angel, Drossel would be a goddess.

Usually, because I don't put emotions on the table, Drossel's only smile was filled with a variety of emotions. He looks happy, he looks like he's having fun, and then he looks lonely somewhere.

"... you like reading"

"Yeah, I like it. Because it tells me whatever answers I want, and most importantly, it's fun."

That's what Drossel smiles quietly. Now clearly, as if the flowers were to open.

Sieg also smiles when he is followed. Neither he nor she noticed that the smile was any different from the usual pasted grin.

Chime sounds in the big library.

I wonder if the first hour is over, and Leticiel looks up at the wall clock.

"... Huh?

There was the same development yesterday in the large conference room. The clock needle on the wall was pointing exactly before 12: 10.

Earlier chimes were the sound of the third hour ending. All the morning classes were over at some point.

(... that? That's crazy. I thought I came to the library about 9: 00...?

Small and open his eyes, Leticiel turns his gaze to his desk.

There are more than 10 books scattered there. Yes, it's 10 instead of 3. I don't remember taking it, but it's growing. I wonder how immersed I was in reading.

"... was that face more time than I thought it would be, then?

"Yeah, time was running out more than I thought. I should have come here in the first hour..."

"On the contrary, that's a great concentration. Isn't it hard for anyone to forget the time and read in three hours?

"Let me take it as a compliment"

Returning a crisp reply, Leticiel cleans up the book he spreads to his desk.

"In the meantime, it's lunch break, shall we go to the dining room"

"Right. But before we do, we need to get this book back to where it came from."

"I'll help. Where should I go back?

"Uh, it's a bookshelf at the back of the stairs on the ground floor"

"Okay."

Then there was Zeke's help. The book was quickly cleaned up, and Leticiel left the big library to greet David and head to the dining room with Zeke.