Chapter 655: Old Friends
The young lady stood in front of the door, fatigue dragging down her lids. She managed to raise her eyes and met those of the tall student standing before her.
What caught her attention at first was the blank uniform. Not often did one see a non- combative student in the library.
In fact, she'd been here for over six months, and she had never seen one of them. Little did she hear of the discord between the two schools, and little did she care... none actually. She didn't give a fuck!
A dark grimace slowly climbed her face as she watched the boy grin, his eyes settled upon her like both of them were supposed to be familiar, but she was sure she did not know this son of a cunt from anywhere.
'Shit, I'm cussing too much. Fuck. The work is to be blamed!'
Where had she learned 'fuck' again?
Her mind slowly drifted back to buried memories as the question occurred to her.
'Northern...'
As the name found its way to her mind, along with its glorious memories, the blue eyes that stared silently at her suddenly felt familiar.
"Who the hell are you and what are you looking for?"
Northern waved a hand with a pleasing smile. "Hi, I am Lael, and I am here to see the Head Librarian."
The dark-skinned lady's grimace got even fiercer, almost making him shiver.
She said nothing and instead walked away from the door, muttering, "These damned noble cunts... bred with no respect. I wonder if they come out from the butthole of Rage cows." Northern heard her clearly; however, he said nothing, instead admiring her cursing ability. 'It looks like I am a lot of influence to people.'
But he didn't think he was that much of an influence; these people had it in them. It seems Vida, in particular, had even surpassed him.
Although they weren't so close, she was always stuck to Annette, so she probably heard him curse a lot.
She stopped in front of the door and banged it with no regard for the fragile wooden slab or the person behind it.
"You have a student waiting here for you!" Her tone was as disrespectful as her knock, perhaps more.
"Are you talking to me like that? You bitch! You dropped from the asshole of a monster. I'm sure your mother was raped by a weak-as-hell mob monster to give birth to a disrespectful cunt like you."
'...ahh'
Even though muffled by the door, Northern could still hear the familiar voice.
For it to make it all the way outside, the person inside must have had to speak at... perhaps their highest pitch.
Northern couldn't imagine it... And...
'...have their relationships always been like that?' His eyes shifted with uncertainty as Vida hurled herself back to her seat.
She settled in her chair, her face buried behind the large piles of paper on her table.
"You can go in now," her voice reached him.
The timing she spoke seemed to have been deliberate. She didn't exactly wait for her master's consent.
'At least now I know where she got it from. I'm glad I was not the one... But I'm still worried about Ryan.'
A small smile adorned his face. It seemed that Annette and her mentee had managed to land themselves good positions at the academy.
And if truly Annette was the Head Librarian, things were going to be easier for him than he thought. His smile grew wider.
Before it spiraled out of control, Northern erased it off his face and slowly turned the doorknob.
Before a well-furnished glass wall directly opposite the door was a large and wide table that spread in a crescent arc, created with rare grey wood.
More than the spectacular ashen radiance of the room, Northern was absorbed in the sight of the lady sitting behind the table, her eyes fixed on something as her right hand trailed off, drifting back to a certain beginning and trailing off again.
The lady's crimson hair radiated even more brightly as it was backdropped by the refracting luminance of the setting daystar.
She looked like the glorious and exalted visage of a celestial harbinger of light, casting her wings of illumination to shed truth onto all.
She was beautiful.
Northern had never had a thought like this. Annette had never been beautiful before his eyes; he had always known her only as a drunkard and a bully.
His impression of her in that moment disgusted him, and immediately Northern spat at it in disgust.
Finally, she put down the quill pen in her hand and looked up to see the person that had entered her office.
"Oh? From the non-combative school. What business might a fellow like you ha-"
Her eyes slowly widened as they fully processed the visage of the boy that stood before her.
Immediately, her eyes narrowed into a suspicious frown. She stood up and walked around her table, approaching Northern with her eyes piercing into his.
She raised her head slightly. "Who are you?"
Northern cleared his throat. "I am called Lael, ma'am," his voice sounded with a thick and vibrative tone.
"Lael... that's a unique name," she responded, caressing her chin with her index finger and
thumb.
After pausing for a few seconds, she raised her hand and covered the boy's hair. Her eyes squinted, her suspicion becoming more profound.
She dropped her hand, curling a corner of her lips. Her face contorted into a wry grin.
"You must be insane if you think dying your hair is going to prevent me from recognizing your ass."
Northern released a disappointed sigh.
"I was hoping you wouldn't, really. It would have been fun playing around with you. And ass? Really? I know you have a bastardized tongue, but when did you become so vile?"
"To be honest, Northboy, I have no idea..." She raised her eyes, tapping her chin for like two beats. "Let's see... probably around when the workload around here became too much."
She looked at him with a wide grin adorning her face.
"I think I might have picked them up from the way you speak."
Northern shook his head dejectedly.
"Couldn't you have found better qualities to pick up? Seriously, you guys." He sighed again.
A sincere smile climbed up Annette's face. This one, different and more welcoming than the
former.
"It's great to see you around, Northern. You definitely have changed."
Northern looked at her with a dubious grin. "And you have become different. I don't see a bottle of beer around. You were much better with bottles of beer, honestly."