Book 2: Chapter 7: Golden Ratio (1/2)
Just before her wrists were bound by Cyril Ashley's ice chains, Monica had activated her no-chant magic.
The spell contained a very thin protective barrier incorporated with a concealment spell to prevent him from noticing her magic. In other words, Monica was using her magic without his notice to protect her wrists, especially so that she would not get frostbitten.
This person is probably at least an intermediate-level magician… No, perhaps he has already reached the advanced level.
The chains that bound Monica's wrists were sturdy and intricately constructed. It was a feat that no low-level magician could pull off.
The only thing that bothered Monica was the cold air that Cyril was constantly emitting from his entire body. While standing next to him she felt a slight chill in the air, when she distanced herself the chill was so weak that it didn't bother her. This person would be very useful to have in the room on a hot day.
”E-Er… u-um… w-where are you… g-going to take me to…?”
Monica who has met Cyril that has such a high-handed attitude had a difficult speaking after meeting him for the first time.
Cyril looked over at Monica and frowned uncomfortably.
”Stop your nonsense. Just shut up and follow me.”
”I-I'm sorry…”
”Is that way of speaking supposed to be making fun of me?”
The cold air surrounding Cyril grew a little stronger. The air was both intimidating and chilling, causing a shiver to run through her body as her neck felt a shudder.
”The person you are about to meet is a noble one, whom a little girl with a commoner's aura like you would never be able to meet even if you had run laps around the garden handstand while barking.”
Who would want to meet a freak who circles the yard a hundred times handstand while barking? Or so Monica thought, keeping her mouth shut.
Eventually, Cyril stopped in front of a magnificent door on the fourth floor.
He then snapped his fingers, causing the ice chains that bound Monica's wrists to dissipate as if they were melting into the air.
”Please refrain from showing any disrespect.”
After warned Monica, Cyril knocked on the door.
”I have brought Monica Norton with me.”
”Come in.”
After neatly retracting his previous haughty attitude, Cyril opened the door in a graceful manner and motioned Monica to come inside.
”E-Excuse m-me…”
Inside such a large room, a scarlet carpet was spread over it. All the rooms in Serendia Academy were much more extravagant than those in ordinary schools, but this room stood out among them all.
In the back of such a room, a male student was sitting in front of the office desk.
It was a young man with honey blonde hair that shines in the light coming through the window and beautiful eyes that look like blue mixed with a little bit of green.
”I'm sorry to call you unannounced, Miss Monica Norton.”
”Y-You are… the person… from yesterday…”
And that young man who had picked up Monica's nuts in the old garden was looking at her with the same gentle smile he had then.
When Cyril saw Monica dazed in surprise, he then glares at her.
”How dare you show that mannerism to him! Do you know who this man is?”
”Cyril, would you excuse us for a moment?”
The blond youth said calmly, but Cyril shouted, ”You must not!” in an urgent voice.
”I couldn't leave you alone with this strange girl. If anything happens to you…”
”Thank you for your concern. But I'm fine.”
”But…”
As Cyril continued to insist, the young man narrowed his eyes just a little.
His calm expression remained intact, but just by narrowing his eyes slightly, causing Cyril to feel an invisible pressure.
”Do you not trust me?”
”That's not true! I believe in you more than anyone!”
”Then, did you take my feelings into it? You know, I hate wasting time with these useless arguments.”
In response to Cyril's desperate plea, the blond-haired young man said in a calm manner. However, when he said the last word, it was low and heavy.
”Please forgive me, I've overstepped my bounds.”
Cyril bowed deeply and walked out of the room, just before he closed the door… he glared at Monica with eyes so sharp as if he were going to shoot her to death.
Confirming that the door was closed, the blond young man then smiled at Monica.
”Did you have eaten your lunch properly, little squirrel?”
”Um… T-Thank you very much… f-for helping me at that time.”
I did it. I am able to thanks him properly.
Monica's goal for today was to say her thanks to Lana and this young man for yesterday. Having accomplished that goal so quickly, she was delighted inwardly.
In response to Monica, the young man smiled kindly and lifted a stack of papers on his desk.
”I'm sorry to call you unannounced, but I had something I really wanted to talk to you about.”
”W-What could it be?”
In her mind, Monica was afraid that he would ask her how she got in and out of the old garden, but the young man said, ”here,” and showed her a document. It was numbers that were familiar to her. It turned out to be the document Monica had picked up yesterday.
”You said yesterday that there were thirty-nine flaws in this?”
When Monica nodded weakly, the young man dropped his papers on the desk.
”You were right. I could only find thirty-eight flaws, but when I reviewed them carefully, it turned out there are thirty-nine flaws as you said before. As student council president, I'd like to thank you.”
”N-No. I-It's not necessary…”
Hearing his compliments honestly made Monica felt delighted. While squirming and kneading her fingers in embarrassment, she suddenly noticed the inexplicable word before slowly lifted her head.
”You… are student council… president?”
”Yes.”
The young man nodded with a smiling face, stood up quietly then gracefully bowed in front of Monica.
”I apologize for the delay in identifying myself. I'm Felix Ark Ridill, the 75th student council president of Serendia Academy. It's a pleasure to meet you, little squirrel.”
”………”
The kind boy who picked up the nuts for her yesterday was actually the student council president.
In other words, he was the second prince and the target of Monica's protection.
The moment Monica understood that fact, she thought…