Chapter 200: Chapter 187

It took me three and a half minutes to find an easy way inside the royal academy.

How would I usually break into a secured place? With a bang and a lot of destruction. But this time, I simply used the main gate.

Usually, contact with the outside world was forbidden … for students that is. I only had to use my great connection to the professor on my death list, and I was in relatively easily. Under the disguise of paying for his so-called ‘black box’, I entered the school grounds with my whole carriage. The guards didn´t really want to ask me, the saint, to walk towards their building and so it was even easier. I was thus let in without any issues and made my way across the academy grounds until we stopped in front of the familiar building.

“Hello, professor!” I knocked on his office door a few times, dressed in my usual white garments. It was still early in the morning as I entered the room with a wide-open door.

“Miss White, it’s a pleasure to see you.” He said, presenting me a … pitch black box. It was quite long and as he opened it, I could see it was filled with satin cloth and a few straps to secure the sword in place.

“This is it? I expected something more … magical.” I said, scratching my head and wondering about the effectiveness.

“No, this is it. The beauty lies within …” and then he babbled continuously about his research, its application and the functions of this back box. I humoured him and asked everything I didn´t understand until this point, which was quite a lot actually. He was more than happy to answer every single one of my questions and went even beyond that. Hours and hours we spent like this until the time was right for me to leave. The classes were about to end after all.

Naturally not without paying I strolled out of the large building, the box under my arm. The carriage still waited for me and thus, I directly opened the door and entered. Immediately afterwards, I closed the curtains and began to change into the school uniform, which consisted of a white blouse, a black blazer with blue lining, a blue and black skirt that was way too short in my opinion and knee-high, black socks. Everything was rounded up by a pair of dark blue high heels … which I absolutely abhorred, even though they made me look taller.

Awkwardly, I climbed down on the other side of the carriage, looked around and then slapped against the carriage a few times. A few seconds afterwards, I was walking with a map and a compass towards a very specific building while the carriage simply went home without me, curtains closed and hopefully not bothered by any of the guards.

Overstaying my due was the easiest way to trick the system. They wouldn’t dare to look into my carriage and as long as nobody report anything about me, they wouldn’t be looking for me. A perfect solution for a rather complicated problem.

The only issue was … there was suddenly a large patch of grass where there wasn’t supposed to be any. I looked down on the map, then up in my surroundings again … I walked past my target. Angrily, I turned around and strolled back, until I finally found the place I was searching.

The library. A collection of endless wisdom, written by the greatest minds was in front of me. But sadly, I wasn’t here to read any books, at least not primarily. I was here to date a delinquent who liked to read books about heroic tales. Quite laughable, at least in my opinion.

With a smile on my lips, I entered the library, waved towards the librarian behind the counter and then simply walked past her. Luckily, the school grounds were thought of as incredibly safe and so the security within the compound was rather lax. Undisturbed, I went to row thirty-four on the first floor, picked out the book ‘The Valour of King Richards the Second’ and directly walked upstairs.

Next, I searched for reading room twelve and luckily found it directly around the corner. I sat down in silence, happy that nobody else was around here and looked outside. A tall apple tree gifted this room a rather cosy shade, which was probably why this was his favourite room.

Sighing, I placed the book on the table and began to turn the pages inside this closed-off room meant for four people. The story was honestly quite boring, especially because I read it somewhere before. A story based on heroic deeds and intrigue wasn’t mine to begin with, but it certainly lost its charm after I remembered the ending.

Finally, after twenty minutes of reading, Jacob Silberbaum opened the door and looked at me quite surprised. I still concentrated on my book, completely ignoring him as if I didn´t realize he was there in the first place.

“Is that place still free?” He asked and I yelped in surprise. Seemingly a bit flustered, I nodded quietly and blinked a few times as I noticed him. He was still standing in the door, smiling wryly as I answered quietly.

“Aren´t you … do I know you?” I said, scratching my cheek slowly.

“Hmm, I don’t know. You seem familiar as well.” He said, stepped into the small room and gave me his hand. He knew me very well but apparently didn´t want to talk about the bullying incident at all. “Jacob Silberbaum.”

“Lucy … just Lucy.” I took his hand and smiled brightly.

“A rather powerful name these days … and she is wearing these weird glasses as well.” He said and eyed me suspiciously. He wasn’t entirely sure I was the saint, but he was close. Too close.

“Muuu … I´m older than her. She was still a little kid when she asked me if she could have my name.” I answered and pouted unhappily.

“You know each other?” He asked, a bit surprised by the revelation.

“Oh … I´m not really supposed to talk about my past.” I said, looking down into my book again to evade his gaze.

“I see.” He answered and sat down opposite of me. “What are you reading there?”

How about the book you already read three times, you idiot? Looking up to him, I closed the book while holding my thumb in between the current pages and showed him the cover.

“A book about King Richard. I like the writing style and the story, but the constant flashbacks are quite irritating sometimes. You should check it out though, it is a rather nice read.”

“The flashbacks? Yeah, I agree this is the weak point of the story as it is quite confusing sometimes. But the ending is really good as … oh, sorry, I nearly told you the complete story there.”

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“Hehe, don’t worry about that, I know how it is. The desire to talk about one favourite topics … I can’t stop talking about macro- and microeconomics.” I smiled bitterly, knowing full well the topic wasn’t exactly sexy … but he had a course dealing with this and while he was quite enthusiastic about it, he failed to grasp the more complicated topics.

“Really? Uhm … I hate to ask, but could you explain a few things? I´m really struggling.” I nodded enthusiastically, closed my book completely and slid it over to the side while he changed seats to sit right next to me. Shortly afterwards, he placed a folder in front of us, containing all the things he learned so far. Despite his muscles and the behaviour he showed a few days ago, he was also an honour student, probably due to the pressure from his parents … even though nobody knew that for real.

“Ehh, that’s a typical Langrage problem. Look here, you want to maximize profit … what would you need to do that?” I asked while pointing at a graph.

“Hmm … motivate the workers to do more?” He said and I chuckled a bit, just to please him a bit more. True whipping the workers to increase productivity was exactly what I had in mind as well … but he probably didn’t.

“No~, that’s only possible if you are really, really good at it. You have the option of either reducing costs … or improving the workflow. Look here, do you see this unnecessary step?” I pointed towards a rather clumsily drawn diagram, describing the way of producing a book. “Nobody needs a title written with gold. It is costly and most importantly, it is not strictly necessary for our customers. Sure, maybe for nobles, but we want to sell to merchants.” I claimed and smiled brightly.

I managed to answer quite a few of his questions without going crazy. I saw absolutely no benefits in this,  except to keep the conversation flowing. But somehow, I managed to go through with it. As he tried to ask the hundredth question or so, I grabbed underneath the bench we sat on and frowned.

“Have you seen my bag?” I asked, looking around the room and naturally finding nothing except the map and the compass on the table.

“Which bag?” He asked, quite confused by my question.

“Oh no my lunch … I left it with the professor.” I claimed and looked out of the window to gauge the position of the sun. “And he is at home now…”

“Can I help you in any way?” He asked with a concerned expression.

“I´m fine, I´m fine. I can always make more food in the dormitory …” I said, but trailed off into the distance with my voice, blinking a few times.

“Your keys were in your backpack as well?” He concluded, to which I slowly nodded.

“Yup … I´ll guess I need to ask my neighbour again … but she isn´t back until curfew.” I said and looked out of the window once more.

“Do you have two keys? I only have one.” He said.

“Yeah … I constantly lose things, so they gave me two right away.” I said, scratching my cheek in embarrassment.

“I´m glad you have a place to sleep though.” He replied, and went through his silvery hair with his hands.

“But nothing to eat …” I added, looking one last time under the bench.

An awkward silence spread between us during which his gaze wandered from his learning materials back to me quite often.

“Uhm-“ He started, but I interrupted him immediately.

“Hey … you first.” I said, smiling awkwardly.

“I´m eating with a few friends anyway, do you want to join us?” I seriously didn´t. I could remember these two bullies quite well, and they were certainly not the type of person I liked to hang out with. They were way too sloppy in their work after all.

“I would really like to, but I don’t have any money on me.” I claimed, searching my complete attire for any money.

“I´m paying for you.” He said with a smile on his lips.

“You would do that?” I asked, blinking a few times once more.

“You helped me out as well, didn´t you?” Yeah, I kind of did. I just didn´t know tutors were getting paid. I never payed Aska and Hannah never even mentioned paying me for teaching her how to fight … maybe I should have changed that.

“Okay…” I added and waited for him to pack his study materials. He stood up and made place for me to leave, which I naturally did right away. Only as he remained behind, laughing a bit, did I stop and turn around.

“You forgot your map.” He said and pointed into the room. Abashed, I walked back into the room, picked up my map and compass and hugged them in front of my chest.

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