Chapter 9: If This Goes Well
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Chapter 9: If This Goes Well
The moment Lucia stepped into the study, the warm scent of books greeted her. Closing her eyes and immersing herself in the ambiance, her once-heated face cooled.
Good.
Lucia calmly looked around the study.
Among the many castles of Prient, the Dawn Castle, being the familys first castle, held symbolic significance and was quite large.
The same went for the library. Given that it had kept scrolls and books for over 500 years, one could naturally infer its grand scale.
Lucia treaded carefully inside its walls.
Even though it was a private space, only occupied by the maid guarding the library and Shiron, who arrived before Lucia, she remembered the advice her friends once gave her.
Its common sense to be quiet in a library.
Why?
Well to put it simply, people who love books dont like disturbances. Youd hate it if someone interrupted your training, right?
I think I understand.
Her comrades had taught Kyrie, who knew nothing but fighting, many things. Although they sometimes teased her as a barbarian, they patiently answered her questions, and Kyrie quickly learned.
She vividly remembered their conversation, which wasnt the talks they had on the brink of death but much earlier in their travels. It was fascinating.
Sobbing-
Perhaps because she was recalling old memories, Lucias eyes teared up.
Ugh.
Wiping away her tears with her sleeve, Lucia lowered her head, fearing that someone might see, and bit her lip.
I wonder how everyone fared after my death. They were all resourceful; they mustve thrived. The empire wouldnt neglect them after all the struggles, right?
She occasionally had such thoughts. The fact that the horned Yuma was alive breathed hope into Lucia. If Yuma, who was gravely injured in the battle 500 years ago, survived, wouldnt the others be alive, too? It was hard to let go of that hope.
Seiras an elf, but Cheor lets stop.
Slap-
Lucia slapped her cheeks with both hands, trying to gather herself.
It wasnt two hundred or three hundred, but a whopping five hundred years since she died.
She couldnt be entangled in the past forever. Now she had to find the book she hadnt finished.
Delving between the bookshelves, Lucia searched for the book she was reading yesterday.
[Silleya-Imperial Language Dictionary]
In her hand were a thick dictionary and a fairy tale book that seemed relatively easy to read. It was thin, with illustrations, likely intended for children.
Silleya was the name of the ethnic group that defined Kyries identity before she was chosen by the Holy Sword. There was no way to know whether they were extinct or what became of them. With her current inability to even read a fairy tale, researching history was too challenging.
Everything had its order.
Her immediate goal was to properly read the fairy tale book.
Having chosen a book to read, she now needed a quiet place to focus.
Fortunately, she had a spot in mind.
It was Lucias designated seat that she had claimed over the past week in the library.
It was located next to a window with sunlight pouring in, which made one naturally happy
Whispers-
Whispers-
Sadly, it was already occupied.
Thats, thats my spot.
Lucia clenched her book tightly.
Shiron had already occupied the spot Lucia had been sitting in until yesterday.
She had assumed that he wouldve settled somewhere since Shiron was in the library before her. She never dreamt itd be her favorite spot.
That guy has a good eye for spots.
Lucia tried to resign herself, but her eyes didnt move easily from the seat.
It wasnt just about the spot. Several thick books and elegant writing tools mesmerizingly captivated Lucias gaze.
Its.
Okay, then Ill go. Have fun.
Without another thought, Shiron turned away.
Lucia watched his back as he walked further and further away.
There was a certain air of intelligence about Shiron as he piled up the books hed already read and carried them back to their proper place.
So. You mean you want to be a teacher?
Lucia watched for a long time, and many thoughts passed through her mind.
And when Shiron began to organize his writing utensils.
Hey.
Huh? What, do you need help?
Yes.
Lucia nodded, her face grim.
It hurt her pride, but she couldnt help it.
She was being taught something by a ten-year-old The thought of Shiron as an educated noblemans child had lowered her standards.
Besides,
She was even more reluctant to ask Yuma or any of the other maids. She refused to learn from the demons she had fought her entire life. That was her last shred of pride.
Even as Lucia bared her neck to their attentions, the barriers she had built up over a lifetime were not easily broken.
Shiron sat down next to Lucia and spoke in a gentle voice.
Whats wrong?
Everything Its all
All of it? So you dont know what its all about, and you picked up this book?
Yes.
Shiron threw back his head in disbelief. Lucia could only blink at the behavior.
She still had no idea what the book shed chosen was about to cause such a reaction.
Shiron wiped his face once, then slowly opened his mouth.
Listen.
Yes.
Shiron pushed the dictionary away from Lucias view and pointed his finger at the words on the cover. Lucia focused on the movement of his fingers and the sound of his voice, determined not to miss a word.
The Magnificent Savior.
The Magnificent Savior?
The Eternal Chronicles of the Magnificent Kyrie.
The Magnificent Kyries?
Lucia had a momentary flash of foreboding, but Shirons mouth didnt stop.
The Magnificent Kyrie, the great savior, immortalized for all eternity But you are a curiosity, too.
.
Ive listened to my ancestors hymns until my ears scab over, and yet this is the one you picked and chose.
.
Honestly, this book is too pretentious even for me. Im going to have to skip it. Tsk tsk.
Shiron chuckled in amusement as if to say it was a tale where a single sword could slice through mountains, shred clouds, and walk on water, huh?
Sorry. Im not feeling well.
She couldnt take it anymore. Her face was so hot she could barely breathe.
Lucia cut Shiron off before he could say more, scrambled to her feet, and headed for the doorway.
Uh, yeah. Take care.
Shiron watched Lucias back as she ran out the door, head down,
The shape of Shirons mouth, which Lucia hadnt seen because she was too busy shaking with self-pity, was something she would never know for the rest of her life.
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Chapter 9: If This Goes Well
The moment Lucia stepped into the study, the warm scent of books greeted her. Closing her eyes and immersing herself in the ambiance, her once-heated face cooled.
Good.
Lucia calmly looked around the study.
Among the many castles of Prient, the Dawn Castle, being the familys first castle, held symbolic significance and was quite large.
The same went for the library. Given that it had kept scrolls and books for over 500 years, one could naturally infer its grand scale.
Lucia treaded carefully inside its walls.
Even though it was a private space, only occupied by the maid guarding the library and Shiron, who arrived before Lucia, she remembered the advice her friends once gave her.
Its common sense to be quiet in a library.
Why?
Well to put it simply, people who love books dont like disturbances. Youd hate it if someone interrupted your training, right?
I think I understand.
Her comrades had taught Kyrie, who knew nothing but fighting, many things. Although they sometimes teased her as a barbarian, they patiently answered her questions, and Kyrie quickly learned.
She vividly remembered their conversation, which wasnt the talks they had on the brink of death but much earlier in their travels. It was fascinating.
Sobbing-
Perhaps because she was recalling old memories, Lucias eyes teared up.
Ugh.
Wiping away her tears with her sleeve, Lucia lowered her head, fearing that someone might see, and bit her lip.
I wonder how everyone fared after my death. They were all resourceful; they mustve thrived. The empire wouldnt neglect them after all the struggles, right?
She occasionally had such thoughts. The fact that the horned Yuma was alive breathed hope into Lucia. If Yuma, who was gravely injured in the battle 500 years ago, survived, wouldnt the others be alive, too? It was hard to let go of that hope.
Seiras an elf, but Cheor lets stop.
Slap-
Lucia slapped her cheeks with both hands, trying to gather herself.
It wasnt two hundred or three hundred, but a whopping five hundred years since she died.
She couldnt be entangled in the past forever. Now she had to find the book she hadnt finished.
Delving between the bookshelves, Lucia searched for the book she was reading yesterday.
[Silleya-Imperial Language Dictionary]
In her hand were a thick dictionary and a fairy tale book that seemed relatively easy to read. It was thin, with illustrations, likely intended for children.
Silleya was the name of the ethnic group that defined Kyries identity before she was chosen by the Holy Sword. There was no way to know whether they were extinct or what became of them. With her current inability to even read a fairy tale, researching history was too challenging.
Everything had its order.
Her immediate goal was to properly read the fairy tale book.
Having chosen a book to read, she now needed a quiet place to focus.
Fortunately, she had a spot in mind.
It was Lucias designated seat that she had claimed over the past week in the library.
It was located next to a window with sunlight pouring in, which made one naturally happy
Whispers-
Whispers-
Sadly, it was already occupied.
Thats, thats my spot.
Lucia clenched her book tightly.
Shiron had already occupied the spot Lucia had been sitting in until yesterday.
She had assumed that he wouldve settled somewhere since Shiron was in the library before her. She never dreamt itd be her favorite spot.
That guy has a good eye for spots.
Lucia tried to resign herself, but her eyes didnt move easily from the seat.
It wasnt just about the spot. Several thick books and elegant writing tools mesmerizingly captivated Lucias gaze.
Its.
Okay, then Ill go. Have fun.
Without another thought, Shiron turned away.
Lucia watched his back as he walked further and further away.
There was a certain air of intelligence about Shiron as he piled up the books hed already read and carried them back to their proper place.
So. You mean you want to be a teacher?
Lucia watched for a long time, and many thoughts passed through her mind.
And when Shiron began to organize his writing utensils.
Hey.
Huh? What, do you need help?
Yes.
Lucia nodded, her face grim.
It hurt her pride, but she couldnt help it.
She was being taught something by a ten-year-old The thought of Shiron as an educated noblemans child had lowered her standards.
Besides,
She was even more reluctant to ask Yuma or any of the other maids. She refused to learn from the demons she had fought her entire life. That was her last shred of pride.
Even as Lucia bared her neck to their attentions, the barriers she had built up over a lifetime were not easily broken.
Shiron sat down next to Lucia and spoke in a gentle voice.
Whats wrong?
Everything Its all
All of it? So you dont know what its all about, and you picked up this book?
Yes.
Shiron threw back his head in disbelief. Lucia could only blink at the behavior.
She still had no idea what the book shed chosen was about to cause such a reaction.
Shiron wiped his face once, then slowly opened his mouth.
Listen.
Yes.
Shiron pushed the dictionary away from Lucias view and pointed his finger at the words on the cover. Lucia focused on the movement of his fingers and the sound of his voice, determined not to miss a word.
The Magnificent Savior.
The Magnificent Savior?
The Eternal Chronicles of the Magnificent Kyrie.
The Magnificent Kyries?
Lucia had a momentary flash of foreboding, but Shirons mouth didnt stop.
The Magnificent Kyrie, the great savior, immortalized for all eternity But you are a curiosity, too.
.
Ive listened to my ancestors hymns until my ears scab over, and yet this is the one you picked and chose.
.
Honestly, this book is too pretentious even for me. Im going to have to skip it. Tsk tsk.
Shiron chuckled in amusement as if to say it was a tale where a single sword could slice through mountains, shred clouds, and walk on water, huh?
Sorry. Im not feeling well.
She couldnt take it anymore. Her face was so hot she could barely breathe.
Lucia cut Shiron off before he could say more, scrambled to her feet, and headed for the doorway.
Uh, yeah. Take care.
Shiron watched Lucias back as she ran out the door, head down,
The shape of Shirons mouth, which Lucia hadnt seen because she was too busy shaking with self-pity, was something she would never know for the rest of her life.
Chapter 9: If This Goes WellThe moment Lucia stepped into the study, the warm scent of books greeted her. Closing her eyes and immersing herself in the ambiance, her once-heated face cooled.Good.Lucia calmly looked around the study.Among the many castles of Prient, the Dawn Castle, being the familys first castle, held symbolic significance and was quite large.The same went for the library. Given that it had kept scrolls and books for over 500 years, one could naturally infer its grand scale.Lucia treaded carefully inside its walls.Even though it was a private space, only occupied by the maid guarding the library and Shiron, who arrived before Lucia, she remembered the advice her friends once gave her.Its common sense to be quiet in a library.Why?Well to put it simply, people who love books dont like disturbances. Youd hate it if someone interrupted your training, right?I think I understand.Her comrades had taught Kyrie, who knew nothing but fighting, many things. Although they sometimes teased her as a barbarian, they patiently answered her questions, and Kyrie quickly learned.She vividly remembered their conversation, which wasnt the talks they had on the brink of death but much earlier in their travels. It was fascinating.Sobbing-Perhaps because she was recalling old memories, Lucias eyes teared up.Ugh.Wiping away her tears with her sleeve, Lucia lowered her head, fearing that someone might see, and bit her lip.I wonder how everyone fared after my death. They were all resourceful; they mustve thrived. The empire wouldnt neglect them after all the struggles, right?She occasionally had such thoughts. The fact that the horned Yuma was alive breathed hope into Lucia. If Yuma, who was gravely injured in the battle 500 years ago, survived, wouldnt the others be alive, too? It was hard to let go of that hope.Seiras an elf, but Cheor lets stop.Slap-Lucia slapped her cheeks with both hands, trying to gather herself.It wasnt two hundred or three hundred, but a whopping five hundred years since she died.She couldnt be entangled in the past forever. Now she had to find the book she hadnt finished.Delving between the bookshelves, Lucia searched for the book she was reading yesterday.Silleya-Imperial Language DictionaryIn her hand were a thick dictionary and a fairy tale book that seemed relatively easy to read. It was thin, with illustrations, likely intended for children.Silleya was the name of the ethnic group that defined Kyries identity before she was chosen by the Holy Sword. There was no way to know whether they were extinct or what became of them. With her current inability to even read a fairy tale, researching history was too challenging.Everything had its order.Her immediate goal was to properly read the fairy tale book.Having chosen a book to read, she now needed a quiet place to focus.Fortunately, she had a spot in mind.It was Lucias designated seat that she had claimed over the past week in the library.It was located next to a window with sunlight pouring in, which made one naturally happyWhispers-Whispers-Sadly, it was already occupied.Thats, thats my spot.Lucia clenched her book tightly.Shiron had already occupied the spot Lucia had been sitting in until yesterday.She had assumed that he wouldve settled somewhere since Shiron was in the library before her. She never dreamt itd be her favorite spot.That guy has a good eye for spots.Lucia tried to resign herself, but her eyes didnt move easily from the seat.It wasnt just about the spot. Several thick books and elegant writing tools mesmerizingly captivated Lucias gaze.Its.Okay, then Ill go. Have fun.Without another thought, Shiron turned away.Lucia watched his back as he walked further and further away.There was a certain air of intelligence about Shiron as he piled up the books hed already read and carried them back to their proper place.So. You mean you want to be a teacher?Lucia watched for a long time, and many thoughts passed through her mind.And when Shiron began to organize his writing utensils.Hey.Huh? What, do you need help?Yes.Lucia nodded, her face grim.It hurt her pride, but she couldnt help it.She was being taught something by a ten-year-old The thought of Shiron as an educated noblemans child had lowered her standards.Besides,She was even more reluctant to ask Yuma or any of the other maids. She refused to learn from the demons she had fought her entire life. That was her last shred of pride.Even as Lucia bared her neck to their attentions, the barriers she had built up over a lifetime were not easily broken.Shiron sat down next to Lucia and spoke in a gentle voice.Whats wrong?Everything Its allAll of it? So you dont know what its all about, and you picked up this book?Yes.Shiron threw back his head in disbelief. Lucia could only blink at the behavior.She still had no idea what the book shed chosen was about to cause such a reaction.Shiron wiped his face once, then slowly opened his mouth.Listen.Yes.Shiron pushed the dictionary away from Lucias view and pointed his finger at the words on the cover. Lucia focused on the movement of his fingers and the sound of his voice, determined not to miss a word.The Magnificent Savior.The Magnificent Savior?The Eternal Chronicles of the Magnificent Kyrie.The Magnificent Kyries?Lucia had a momentary flash of foreboding, but Shirons mouth didnt stop.The Magnificent Kyrie, the great savior, immortalized for all eternity But you are a curiosity, too..Ive listened to my ancestors hymns until my ears scab over, and yet this is the one you picked and chose..Honestly, this book is too pretentious even for me. Im going to have to skip it. Tsk tsk.Shiron chuckled in amusement as if to say it was a tale where a single sword could slice through mountains, shred clouds, and walk on water, huh?Sorry. Im not feeling well.She couldnt take it anymore. Her face was so hot she could barely breathe.Lucia cut Shiron off before he could say more, scrambled to her feet, and headed for the doorway.Uh, yeah. Take care.Shiron watched Lucias back as she ran out the door, head down,The shape of Shirons mouth, which Lucia hadnt seen because she was too busy shaking with self-pity, was something she would never know for the rest of her life.
