Aletheia: Following the Luster of the Froth
CHAPTER VII

"Elle." Attiene chased after Gwenalle from behind. Today they carry umbrellas. Drizzle very tightly. From the sky it would seem like mushrooms were traveling here and there, everyone carrying umbrellas.

"Attie." Gwenalle turned his head and waited for Attiene to chase after him. "How was your book last night?" They continued walking side by side.

"May I ride your umbrella?" Attiene closed her umbrella and joined Gwenalle's umbrella. "I finished the book. I finally got home at ten."

"That's it." Gwenalle's nose is slightly flushed and frozen to the touch. "It's cold today. The sky is always covered in clouds."

Attiene stared at Gwenalle's face, noticing her flushed nose, reminiscent of a red-nosed deer. Attiene laughing. I looked at him smiling, confused.

"What's wrong?"

"It's nothing."

From behind, someone suddenly bumped into them. The two girls almost fell to the front.

"I'm taking your umbrella!" Daniel suddenly appears from behind and invades their umbrella. Attiene immediately pushed her umbrella on Daniel.

"Here, just use this."

Daniel looked at her for a while then grabbed the umbrella shamelessly. "Thank you, Attie!"

"Y-yeah..."

Gwenalle furrowed her brows, "Why don't you bring an umbrella?"

Daniel opened Attie's umbrella, "My father flew in the wind and was hit by a bus. It's broken."

Gwenall: "That's right..."

Daniel: "Yes!"

Daniel walked past the two girls. "I'll return this umbrella later. I'm first yeah!"

So, Daniel went like a whirlwind. Suddenly the atmosphere calmed down again. Attiene laughed again.

I was surprised to see Attiene again. "It looks like your mood today is good, huh?"

"Hmm. yeah, not bad." Attiene glanced at Gwenalle, "You and Daniel are good friends huh." Attiene said in an envious tone. His eyes stared at the puddles of water they were passing through. Reflecting on themselves violently, their shadows were shattered by the rain stubs.

Gwenalle almost choked on her own saliva. "I even knew him about a week ago."

Attiene looked surprised, "Right? But you guys seem so close."

Gwenalle sighed, "That's not true. That guy always comes to me."

"Could he like you?" Attiene drew her face closer.

I feel nauseous, "That's right." He quickened his pace, almost leaving Attiene rained.

Sir's Room. Joerrel was dark this morning, the man himself sitting in his chair staring at the rain through the glass window of his room. He smiled remembering something.

Last night, Joerrel bored himself around the city of Arcadia and accidentally sees Attiene, one of his students in history class, entering a dilapidated library. Joerrel who was interested entered the library secretly.

The inside was not as broken as the outside, Joerrel gave a hint of praise in his heart. He saw Attiene tracing the bookshelf from afar. He remained hidden in a point that could not be seen. His eyes looked at Attiene for a moment, then turned to the books in front of him.

Soon she sees Gwenalle, the girl she remembers so much for her ghostly red hair. The girl came in and started to browse through the books. He saw Attiene aware of Gwenalle's presence. But Attiene pretended not to see it, then she approached Gwenalle while pretending to look for a book, then accidentally touched their hands. Joerrel almost laughed out loud seeing that.

After that he looked at the two girls conversing at one of the tables. They seem to be close. Joerrel looked at them with interest, and ended up there for quite a long time, keeping silent, watching over them.

He looked at Attiene who seemed interested, then laughed, then furrowed his brows while talking to Gwenalle. Attractively.

In addition to working as a lecturer, Joerrel is also an expert in stalking. He stayed there watching the two girls until they came home. But only Gwenalle came home, Attiene was still sitting there reading her book.

After Gwenalle left the library, something went up in Joerrel's head. He swallowed into one of the lightless bookshelves, then deliberately dropped one of the books. It caught Attien's attention. Attiene turned her head, trying to see the origin of the sound. But then I went back to reading the book. So Joerrel makes a louder sound by dropping several books at once. His voice was so loud that Attiene decided to stand up and come to him. Joerrel smiled with satisfaction.

When Attiene tried to see what made the books fall. Joerrel who stood in the darkness swept his hand as if to drive away flies, but the sweep generated a strong wind and fell all the books on the shelf like dominoes towards Attiene. Attiene who saw that looked puzzled. The girl furrowed her brows and decided to leave the library.

Joerrel's disappointed. He expected Attiene to do something, but instead just left. The girl probably already knew what was going on.

Geck, Tok.

Daniel looked at the room like an eyeache.

"Oh my goodness, sir. Why is this room so dark?"

Joerrel was still sitting there staring at Daniel.

Daniel continued, "I'm sure I'm not going out of power." Daniel was looking for a light switch on the wall. The atmosphere became awward because he never found the light switch and sir. Joerrel just sat there staring at him.

Joerrel stood up and walked towards him. He stuck out his hand and pressed something, instantly the room became brightly lit. Daniel narrowed his eyes to adapt to this sudden change of light.

Joerrel was a little creepy Daniel. A man sitting in the middle of a dark room, sat quietly looking at him. Daniel's forehead was sweating and his heart was not calm. But now he could clearly see the figure of the man. His face was still staring at Daniel, still standing in front of him.

"What's wrong?" Ask Joerrel.

Daniel forgot what his purpose was to go to Joerrel's office, his face looked stupid. "Ah. yaampun, sir. I forgot to come here to do."

Joerrel laughed, "What are you worried about until you forget that?"

Daniel laughed and scratched his head. "Sorry, Sir. Then I'll come back after I remember what I was trying to say."

Joerrel held him down, "Wait. Let's sit down first."

The room is the same as yesterday. Feels comfortable. But when it's dark, this room gives a creepy impression. Not to mention plus someone was sitting there like a ghost watching a human.

Daniel did not expect that he would be made tea by Sir. Joerrell. The young lecturer was carrying two porcelain cups in his hands. Warm smoke billowed from inside the glass.

"Yesampun, Sir. You could have just told me to make tea, ha ha ha. No need to bother with this." Daniel busily helped put the cups on the black glass table.

Joerrel sat down at the table. Lifting the cup to his lips, it stayed there for a while and then put it back.

Daniel drank his tea.

"Have you felt better, Daniel?"

Daniel almost spouted his tea. "Y-yes, Sir..."

"Ah, be careful, it's hot." Joerrel stood up to pick up the tissue. "Are you okay?" Wipes it to wipe the tea water on the table. Daniel asked for a tissue and wiped his mouth.

"Yes, sir."

Joerrel sat down. "Well, now do you remember what I wanted to talk to you about?"

All these pleasantries and torments made Daniel's brain again spin his machine. "Yes, sir."

Daniel reached into his army green bag. Take out a large book and put it on the table.

Joerrel frowned looking at the old book.

"This?"

Out. Gwenalle and Attiene reached the campus hallway. They closed the umbrellas and dried themselves. Fortunately the air in the hallway was warm. They walk to class.

Inside the room was crowded, the benches were filled with students. The class was noisy like a frying pan.

"Hey, didn't Daniel go first? Why isn't she in class?" Gwenalle's eyes traced the benches.

Attiene: "Hmm... Maybe she should stop by the bathroom first?"

Back to Joerrel's office.

"How can you have this old book?" Joerrel stood up suddenly. He covered his mouth and furrowed his brows.

Daniel looked at. Investigate his reaction.

"You know this book sir." Daniel smiled.

Of course Joerrel knows. The book that was rumored to be only a legend and was extremely valuable. Storing information about the universe and its creatures. How could a young man like Daniel have it?

Joerrel looked at Daniel. Daniel looked back at him.