Book 6: Chapter 8: Severed Rope (2/2)
”I'll help Monica. Maybe we can check the materials together while at it.”
”T-Thank you.”
Casey smiled pleasantly, ”You're welcome,” and picked up the list.
When Casey saw the names and quantities of the materials lined up, she retracted her pleasant smile. Her cheeks were slightly tensed.
”…wow… these numbers… are… so jam-packed…”
Monica was strangely excited to see all the numbers lined up in a condensed, but apparently, most people are not. Casey was no exception, and with a weary look on her face, she held out the list to Monica.
”I will do the actual counting. So can I ask you to verify it on the list?”
”Okay!”
Matching the data was Monica's forte.
Casey handed Monica the list with a wry smile and ran over to the materials already brought in.
Most of the woods brought in were already processed. Some were thin boards, some were sticks, and some were already assembled into some form. All of them were probably things that will be used on stage.
Casey will be counting the type and number of woods, and Monica will verify it against the list.
After repeating the process for a while, Monica suddenly looked up. There was no trace of Casey in her line of sight.
”…Huh? Casey?”
Monica turned her head from the list and looked for Casey. Then, from the other side of the wood ahead, ‘Over here!' she heard Casey's voice. Apparently, the woods had obscured Casey's figure from her sight.
The back of the warehouse had been mostly checked, so it might be better if she moved herself a little closer to the entrance.
While Monica was walking towards Casey with the list in her hand… she heard something snapped.
…what is that?
The very next moment, the woods, which had been tied with ropes and placed vertically, tilted diagonally.
The rope that held the wood in place was broken off in the middle.
”Monica, over here!”
Casey was standing just in the direction of the falling wood. And she was unaware that the wood was falling towards her.
”Watch out!”
Cyril, who had been giving instructions outside the warehouse, shouted briefly and began chanting a spell in rapid succession. Perhaps he was trying to help Casey by casting a spell. But the wood was already looming over Casey's head. Using chanting won't work in time.
—Right, if he uses chanting.
Please make it in time!
But Monica quickly invoked her wind with her no chant spell.
By calculating the position of the wood and the angle at which it will fall, Monica was able to slightly shift the position at which the wood will fall with minimal force.
”Kyaaaah!?”
The sound of rattling wood toppling over coincided with Casey's scream.
A cold sweat ran down Monica's back.
Did I make it in time?
”Treasurer Norton! Miss Casey! Are you alright!?”
Cyril's expression changed as he rushed over to the two. Monica nodded stiffly and went over to Casey on shaky legs.
Slumped on the floor, there were no visible injuries to Casey. The wood all toppled down away from Casey's body, just as Monica had calculated. But her face was completely pale as she's shaking.
”A-Are you okay…?”
Monica addressed her, and Casey nodded without words in trembling.
”You two, you're not hurt, are you!?”
Cyril came running up to us and looked at Monica and Casey alternately to see if they were injured.
Needless to say for Monica, Casey was not injured. Still, Cyril ordered them to go to the infirmary, just to be safe.
”I'll take charge of this place. In some cases, I may need to press the supplier for the cause of this accident. You two should rest in the infirmary.”
”O-Okay.”
Monica reached out to the slumped Casey and asked, ”Can you stand up?'.
Casey nodded once, took Monica's hand, and stood up staggeringly.
Monica bit her lip as she looked at the rope that had been bundling the wood, took Casey's hand, and walked away.