History At The Library Chapter 9

Perhaps it was Vivian's addiction to her job, but she had exceptional observation skills and was known for her sharp eyes. There was a slight difference as Ray was definitely taller and larger than the Emperor.

No matter how wrapped up one was in a hood, others are still able to see the body's silhouette. Those wide shoulders and firm body was a build that was the result of many hours of workout.

However, due to the incident yesterday night, she couldn't help but think of His Majesty. Besides, the color of his eyes was too similar.

I had met His Majesty's gaze for sure.

Fortunately, had Vivian's voyeurism bothered him, there would already be a sword on her neck since she had nothing to say to defend herself even if she was killed by the Emperor's hand.

In conclusion, Vivian was not dead. For the Emperor to have overlooked her insolence was generous to the point that he did not appear to mind the matter too much.

Whew, at least I'm alive.

Vivian let out a loud cough in a voice still husky with sleep and opened her mouth.

“Does Sir have blue eyes?”

“……It seems you have seen incorrectly.”

Ray pulled on the edge of the hood that hung down to the tip of his nose in order to firmly cover his face. There was a white half-mask covering his face inside of the hood, so one couldn't even see his face without the hood.

Does he dislike being seen that much?

While his behavior was rather suspicious, Vivian ignored it. Ever since she started work at the library, she had seen more than one scholar veil their ident.i.ty out of reticence.

Anyhow, there were even those of them who abruptly started to curse or muttered something into midair. This type of behavior veered on the side of gentlemanly.

Though it seems like he's shyer than he is drawing a line with his hood.

In any case, it wasn't behavior that she found unusual as all other visitors to the library were the same. It was merely the difference between f.u.c.k off and Please don't mind me.

When she pushed the lending list towards Ray, he wrote his name ‘Ray' in elegant writing and wrote his affiliation as the “Tower of Scholars”. The hand that slipped out from the folds of the dark hood was elegant and fine. But at the same that, his blood vessels bulged out like the hands that handled rough work.

Does he practice swords.h.i.+p often?

His appearance was that of a scholar, but his characteristics resembled that of an aristocrat. His tone of voice was conservative and elegant, but his hands were as rough as a knight.

Why does he have so many secrets?

Ray was the kind of person who brought out the imagination and curiosity of an author. Without the need for exploration and identification, she was inspired by conversation and examination.

Vivian looked at the living, breathing material for her novel and chuckled evilly. She schemed on the inside, but she looked as cute as a young child whose eyes were folded into half-moons on the outside.

After he watched her for a while, Ray pulled out a handkerchief, and with a single glance, one could tell it was expensive. Before Vivian could say anything, Ray lightly pressed the handkerchief to Vivian's nose. The soft-touch remained at her face.

A clean and neat aroma wafted deep inside her nose. It was Ray's scent.

“You have a nosebleed.”

“Huh?” At the unusual response, a nasally voice burst out.

Ray blatantly stared at Vivian, before repeating his words in a warm tone.

“It seems you've definitely overworked yourself. Since your s.h.i.+ft ends soon, why don't you rest?”

As the low and melodious voice tickled her ears, Vivian, who had no immunity to such things, twisted her face.

Once she realized that she had a b.l.o.o.d.y nose, it seemed as her nose tingled. But before that, her face flushed. As her heart had started beating faster in what seemed to be nervousness, she swallowed deeply.

Too close…….

Before she could tilt her head away and avoid his gaze, he handed the handkerchief over to Vivian and neatly moved away without any hesitation.

Vivian felt like an idiot for being self-conscious of his presence.