History At The Library Chapter 8

Oh my. It truly was him.

“Ha.. ha.. Your Majesty! P.. p…please, Ahhahh!”

“Hah! Please, what? Can you bear the burden that you crave for? ”

“Ha, hah, ahh! I… I feel like I'm dying, Ahhh!”

The corner of the crooked smile that pulled higher than before made her recall the Emperor in his boyhood. His hip thrusts grew faster, faster, faster, then even faster as he increased his speed. The woman was pushed further pushed backward till one could hear the sound of her head as it collided with the bookcase. It was the actions of a man who wanted to chase after the high of his climax and wanted it without reciprocating generosity or care.

Oh my. She had heard that women walked out of his residence every night in a haze, but she hadn't known it was this kind of death. She didn't really want to know such useless information…….

d.a.m.n.

It seemed like the deed would soon end, so Vivian hurriedly packed her things. She had to run away quickly. If it was someone else it wouldn't matter, but if she found out by his Majesty, the Emperor, she couldn't guarantee the longevity of her future. She really didn't want to be beheaded.

Vivian returned the books she had picked out back to their place and straightened her body slowly and quietly.

It was at that very moment.

When she was about to replace the last book on the shelf, Vivian's eyes seemed to collide with the man's blue ones.

No, their gazes had overlapped.

The cold, blue eyes that sent a s.h.i.+ver up her spine, flashed wildly as the moonlight reflected off them.

“Librarian.”

“Ha!”

Vivian yelled out in alarm and abruptly sat up. Then, when she saw the tall man wrapped in a dark hood in front of her, she was frightened out of her wits.

The man tilted his head slowly as if Vivian's reaction was unusual. He had merely shaken Vivian awake because she had fallen deep asleep on top of the counter as usual.

He retrieved his hand that had been wandering about midair and asked in a voice filled with wonder.

“Did you have a nightmare?”

“Excuse me? What? No. Wait, was it like that?”

Vivian, whose eyes were not yet properly open, responded foolishly. She was still continuously meandering around the boundary of reality and dreams.

“……A dream?”

The violet-like light purple irises disappeared behind her eyelids and reappeared repet.i.tively.

‘When did I fall asleep?'

The hazily rising morning sunlight could be seen pouring in through the windows. Vivian looked down at her notebook, which she had been grasping tightly like her lifeline even when she was asleep.

The excitement and thrill, and the anxiety and astonishment from last night was most certainly not a dream.

‘I'm certain I had seen his Majesty…….'

It wasn't a dream.

Vivian s.h.i.+vered as she recalled the Emperor's blue eyes that had met hers for a single moment. The memory of the Emperor's gaze branded her as if it couldn't be forgotten.

‘I was mad.'

She had been blind with the greed for original content that she'd never had before. Had she gone drunk from the distant moon? No matter how she thought about it, she had acted as if she had gone absolutely crazy.

As she thought of how she had recorded the couple's s.e.xual intercourse with pa.s.sionate eyes, she pulled at her hair.

If it was like usual, she wouldn't have been so reckless. It was all because of the raging compet.i.tiveness of the publis.h.i.+ng company's boss, unlike all others.

“You look incredibly tired.”

She tilted her head up and blankly took in the black-hooded man's figure. Every morning, before the sun rose, Ray was the scholar who visited the library.

“It seems like you're overworked.”

Ray leaned towards Vivian as if to examine her more carefully. For some reason, she thought she'd seen a hint of blue underneath the hood.

Vivian's lips dried up and she swallowed the shriek she nearly let out.

His eyes were the same color as his Majesty's.

Blue eyes. They weren't as common as blue, but they weren't as rare as Vivian's purple ones.

‘Their build is different in the first place.'