# Chapter 3
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Episode 3
which...
Of course, it's none of your business, but...
.
I sat down again, hugging my legs.
Although it was harsh, it was a very beautiful voice.
Anita's heart regained its composure as she listened, and she was able to forget the dark weight that weighed on her heart.
'Could it be the book fairy?'
Or a dwarf?
Do all dwarves naturally have beautiful voices?
It was time to touch the tip of my nose that itched from the cold.
Creaking.
Calm footsteps gradually approached along with the sound of chairs being pushed.
As the sound grew louder, the yellow light in the distance also gradually grew louder.
The identity of the yellow light was a flashlight held by a boy.
A blond boy wearing a thick cardigan.
Skin as white as a pure white snowfield that no one has walked through.
Green eyes and shorter height than Anita.
Even an expression that exudes displeasure.
'It was so beautiful I thought it was a doll.'
I even thought it was a girl, but it turned out it was a boy.
A small, white, cute boy who looks like a girl.
Anita, who was sure of her identity, stood up in surprise.
"Hey, fairy!"
The eyebrows, which were already deep, became even more distorted.
"Hey."
The boy clicked his tongue with a look of disapproval in his eyes.
"Don't eat your nose either."
Contrary to the appearance that reminded me of warm milk, it was a cave where a cold wind was blowing.
Anita's mind was awakened by the surprisingly cold behavior that appeared at first glance.
'...
'Isn't she a fairy?'
No.
Yes, where in the world does something like this exist?
No wonder it's not a fairy!
My face felt like it was burning with shame for doing something stupid.
It was a completely different feeling from the shame I felt when I stood in front of my children.
If I wanted to run away then, I wanted to hide now.
"If you're not going to read the book, leave."
The back shown leaving a final warning is just as cold as the front.
As the light that illuminated the boy's face faded, the silent shadows of the office enveloped Anita.
It was a darkness I hadn't thought of before I met him, but it felt strangely cold and large.
'Because the office is a place to read books.'
It wasn't right to bother the boy.
But when I left, I had nowhere to go.
Her father is busy and all his children ignore her, so the only place that will accept Anita is an unpopular room.
The room is cold because the fire is not lit.
A quiet, silent room with no one around.
'...
'If I read the book, wouldn't it be nice to stay here?'
The worries didn't last long.
Anita immediately ran to the nearest bookshelf and grabbed the first book she found.
And then he carefully approached the table where the boy was sitting.
I sat deliberately far away, but it was also far from the only flashlight the boy had brought with me, so it wasn't a reading environment.
What we do.
What we do.
This concern was quite long.
When I summoned the courage to sit across from the boy, I was met with fierce looks.
"I want to read it too."
It felt like an excuse that came out without my knowledge.
Fortunately, the boy's gaze quickly returned to the book.
Anita sighed in relief and opened her quota of books.
I tried to expand it.
'Ah, ah.'
I never thought I would choose an application in a foreign language.
'There was a reason for staring at me.'
Again.
I did something that made my face feel hot again.
Anita was sitting far away, with the first page of the original book open.
Then, suddenly, the words in the book the boy was reading caught my attention.
Another original book full of foreign languages.
'Feathers?
Still, it's a language I can read a little.
I must have been concentrating without realizing it, but I was reading along with the boy's book with my eyes focused.
It's very difficult.
It was so hard and I was so curious, so I held it and opened my mouth.
"Hey...
How do you read the last line of the third paragraph on page 21?"
There was no response.
After sitting glumly, I focused again.
The more I looked, the more I was struck by the difficult-to-interpret sentences.
"How can you read something so difficult?"
There is no answer either.
What a strange thing.
After being ignored repeatedly, I gained courage again and continued to open my mouth.
"Hey, this word.
I'm confused whether it's 'cooperation' or 'giving up'...
."
It was then.
The boy suddenly stood up and disappeared between the shelves, quickly reappearing.
I was holding a book that was at least twice as thick as the original book I was reading.
Anita's skin turned pale.
'Are you trying to hit me with this book?
'Was I so annoying?'
bang.
The boy dropped the paper gun in front of Anita.
"If you don't know, shut up and watch."
That?
I swallowed dry saliva and checked the title of the book.
I think I was uncomfortable asking too many questions.
Anita carefully hugged the dictionary the boy handed her.
"thanks."
"And don't keep talking to me.
"Because it's annoying."
huh...
.
I sat in silence and buried my nose in the dictionary he recommended.
There was no way the content of the book would catch my attention.
After discovering the original meaning of the confusing word, I couldn't overcome the boredom, I dozed off and woke up several times.
'I can't do this.
It's late, so I have to go back to my father.
But this dictionary is good.
The dictionary we have at home is written with words that are difficult and difficult to understand, but this dictionary did not require you to look up the meaning of another word to understand its meaning.
"this...
."
So can I borrow this?
I was going to ask.
[Don't keep talking to me.
Because I'm irritated.]
I couldn't open my mouth despite the stern warning.
"this...
."
Ha, but I really want to ask.
"This This...
."
"what."
At that moment, a boy with a tired expression turned to look at her.
How annoying that boy is to me now!
You probably don't even want to see it, right?
As I imagined changing positions, I felt guilty.
Anita whispered in the quietest voice she could muster.
"Can I borrow this?"
"How are you going to take this?"
"I can lift it."
"I can't hear you."
It was such an adamant denial that I was stunned.
"I can lift it!"
"I can't hear you."
“You said you can lift it?
"I can lift it!"
He screamed loudly and held the Quills dictionary in his arms.
oh my God.
It's very heavy.
"Did you see that?
"Can you hear it?"
It was a lot heavier than I thought, so it was hard to breathe, but I felt like I could carry it.
The boy looked at Anita with disapproving eyes and then looked back at the book.
"If you don't return it within a month, I will report you as a thief."
It was a greeting telling me to leave.
However, Anita was unable to move and asked while standing awkwardly.
"I...
"Aren't you asking my name?"
He turned his head with an expression asking if this was some kind of trick, then explained the reason as if he was making an excuse.
"You need to know my name to be able to report it.
"I'm Anita Bölöni."
I thought I could just ignore it.
The boy unexpectedly knocked lightly and revealed his name.
"Lancelus Edenbahir."
oh.
'Edenbahir...
'It was the boy who lived in this house.'
If you think deeply, there is nothing surprising.
The only person who enters and leaves this study in comfortable clothing, as if it were their own home, is the study owner.
Anita hesitated and left the office.
I wasn't sure if I should say goodbye, but in the end I couldn't.
A night where even the moon was obscured by clouds.
Anita held her father's hand and boarded the carriage on the way home.
Always a decent father anytime, anywhere.
Her father, who smelled of alcohol but still had light eyes, stroked her hair.
"How are you with your friends?"
no.
"Yes."
"Did you have fun?"
no.
"yes.
"It was good."
"There will be many meetings in the future.
"Don't be unusual and get along."
My mood, which had improved a little with the idea of returning home, quickly became depressed.
I don't want to see you again.
Even though it's not uncommon, they still ostracize me.
There was only one child in that wonderful mansion who didn't intimidate Anita.
'If he knew I wasn't a noble, he would despise me.'
When I thought about this, my depressed mood plummeted.
'are you well.
'Because I have a father, a nanny, Mary and Barry.'
Everything is fine.
There is no need for anyone else.
I'm quite happy now.
Anita let out a long sigh.