19 A Secret Known (2/2)

”How humble. Hey, do you think we can make a good couple?”

”Say what now?”

The moment she uttered those lines, I stopped and cringed for a bit, but I know... I know deep inside that she is unscrupulously kidding. Imagine, a prodigy in academics talking all about love, it's clearly implausible.

”You'll probably make a good girlfriend, but me? Na-ah! I'm an anti-romantic misanthropist. Trust me, you wouldn't want me to be what other calls your 'boyfriend'”.

”Oy vey! What a horrible self-pity ”she responded with a chuckle.

To fiend off the pink vision I am seeing, I suggested something entirely.

”Want to go to the cafeteria?”

”Sure” she replied with a pure smile. Seeing her from this little distance makes her even more beautiful, but I know I must maintain the confident composure. And no... Early illogical romance is by far, not also in the radars.

The moment we got to the luxurious cafeteria, I bought my all-time favorite, hamburger while Celes ordered something which should not be in a university cafeteria's menu. A healthy bowl of salad.

While we were to sit down, the place is filling up with an en masse of the crowd who just finished their first day of class. Not a good sign actually, and as I was about to suggest something., Celes prompted first otherwise.

”I think it is better off eating at the top floor,” she suggested which is a normal reaction for almost anyone who spent their teenage in a conserved environment.

”Yeah. It's probably windy there, but I think it's better.” I responded.

We got out of the cafeteria without anyone noticing us...

As we were on the way to the top floor, whilst holding the paper bags of food we ordered, the silence was there. But, unlike the first countenance, I don't think I am hell-bent to always be the leader of a meaningful conversation. It's time for her to take the lead this time...

But that, never came to be... as she suddenly took a little detour on the topic unprecedentedly, shifting it from meaningful to detrimental.

”Jaiden. How long are you going to hide it?” she asked, with a very serious look in her face.

”What? The only thing that I'm hiding in my di-... (No, I take that back)”

”You can't make a fool out of me you know that. You are a Herrscher aren't you?”

”Huh, what are you talking about? ”I responded.

Honestly, as much as I know that I really can't make a fool out of her the more I knew nothing of which she spoke of. Herrschers? What the hell is that supposed to be? And then the intercontinental ballistic missile...

”Lacrimosa. She's your deity isn't she?”

What? How does she know about Lacrimosa?. For all I am worth, I was the only one who knew of her existence!

From that point on... I extrapolated that the gray and mundane high school life I expected to have in this artificially-made city, turns out to be not that ”gray” at all. It's probably something that exceeds the extraordinary and the more I think of it, the vaguer the subject becomes.

How the hell does she know her?