Book 3: Chapter 8: A Small Hand in His Memories (1/2)
After stopping Cyril's outburst, Monica returned to her room in the dormitory, and by the time she finished writing the report to submit to Louis, dawn had completely fallen.
Back when she was living in a mountain cabin, staying up all night was an everyday occurrence, but since she has been living a regular life for a while now, she was feeling heavy-headed.
After walking dizzily to class, having been given another scolding for a bad haircut by Lana, fighting sleepiness throughout the class, Monica dragged her feet to the student council room.
No one seemed to have arrived at the student council room yet. Apparently, Monica was the first to arrive today.
Monica briefly cleaned the student council room as Cyril had taught her, restocked the supplies, and opened the ledger.
Usually, looking at the numbers would make her become more awake, but right now she couldn't get the numbers into her head at all.
I see. I've been using a lot of magic yesterday… I don't have enough sugar…
Monica, who was not fussy about eating, always consumes only the minimum amount of food.
For breakfast, she had a piece of bread leftover from dinner and coffee. For lunch, she brought some nuts and water. Normally, this would be enough for her, but after the day of using a lot of magic, that's still not enough for her.
Performing magic takes a lot of energy. Therefore, many magicians are said to have sweet tooth.
Monica rummaged in her pockets for something to eat, but there was nothing to eat since she had eaten all the nuts at lunch.
Just a little more patience until the student council work is done… so she told herself, but Monica gave in to sleepiness and plopped down at her desk.
＊ ＊ ＊
While Monica plopped down sleeping on the ledger, someone opened the door to the student council room.
The door was opened by the vice president, Cyril Ashley.
He was the second person to arrive at the student council room, and when he noticed Monica sleeping on her desk, he raised his eyebrows.
He almost opened his mouth to yell at Monica, but… kept his mouth shut.
”………”
He unconsciously silencing his footsteps walked up to the desk, then looked down at Monica's figure.
——She's sure a small girl.
Her scrawny little body didn't look like that of a seventeen-year-old girl.
Her complexion was always pale, and her eyes, which could be brown or green depending on the light, were always downcast in fear.
Without any noble grace or beauty, she was just a dull girl who could be found anywhere.
Cyril stared down at Monica's right hand, which was still holding the quill.
At Serendia Academy, gloves are part of the uniform. Most of the girls wear custom-made gloves, usually with lace or ribbons around the edges, but Monica's gloves were white and unadorned.
The gloves were not the right size, or perhaps there was a little too big. That's how small her hands were. Just like a child's.
”………”
Cyril gently picked the quill out of Monica's hand and put it back in the quill holder.
The moment the quill was taken out of her hand, Monica's right hand lost its strength, allowing her fingertips to glide across the desk.
Cyril covered Monica's right hand with his own as if to ascertain the smallness of her hand…
”Oh, Cyril. You're already here, aren't you?”
The moment he heard Felix's voice from behind, Cyril jumped away from the desk like a grasshopper.