53 An incredibly Hard Tes (2/2)

She could easily have answered that test with precise statements, but it would still be a little bit unlikely for a kid to be like that. Following the pieces of advice of the Viscount, she limited her vocabulary to only words that a kid could have heard. ”Nothing could pry her away from this spot; only supper now could beckon her” she thought of that sentence that literally no one would ever use. If she answered using that type of words, she was certain that they will investigate whether her body was taken by a demon or just the reincarnation of a Hero.

In the end, even after everyone arrived and the harpy began to happily torture Ronald, they were the only four that tried to escape this room as soon as possible. She saw some that looked at them earnestly, but because Ella was trying to be as noisy as possible, they didn't dare to attempt the test. Even Leodagan was sweating a bit because he was regularly perturbed by the shenanigans of the teacher.

Looking at the calm Owen, Leilade noticed that he was already on the fourth page. She already finished a few minutes ago, but because it was impossible to answer so quickly, she decided to wait a bit. From afar, someone could mistake her as writing something, but she made sure that the feather was void of any ink and the tip of it never touched the paper. When the calmest of the three kids nearby finally finished with a smile on his face, she was already in front of Ella handing her sheets. Owen, like her sister Jorien and even Leodagan, had his mouth agape seeing this.

First of all, someone had the courage of walking in the middle of the class, interrupt Ella and hand her the paper like it was normal. In fact, every child was staring at Leilade like she was either a madwoman or a goddess. The stunned elder mechanically took what Leilade was handing her and saw the latter leave the room without looking back. For the next seconds, no one moved and the information finally reached the old brain of the woman, making her furious. In all those years, no one, no one even the brother of that brainless Leodagan dared to do something like that.

Seeing the magician fuming so much that it would not be impossible to see some vapors leaking from her ears, Owen decided to wait for the end before doing the same. Actually, he thought that he would be the first to finish and that he would just raise his hand to signal that fact. His proudness at easily answering everything was gone and not even the fact that Jorien or Leodagan were barely starting the third sheet was enough to recover from the initial shock. He realized that in the past week, he had gradually forgotten the very existence of Leilade, since she had adopted a very low-profile attitude.

Because Leilade had finished earlier and was finally getting rid of that useless thing, she suddenly encountered a small problem in her schedule. She had too much time now. She had managed to read nearly all the books available to students and had caused the lazy magician in charge to regularly leave his comfy seat just to make her leave the room. In other words, she had become a nuisance for him and every time he was awake when she entered the library, he threw her some dark stares. Like the one she was getting right now. The hour or so of free time will allow her to read the few layers of books still untouched by her.

When Leilade closed the very last book of the pile near her, she noticed the same librarian staring at her angered. This time, she was surprised by the fact that he was not sleeping and snoring. He kept his sight fixed on her while she returned the books to their original places, prompting her to question his behaviour.

”What is it?”

”You come a lot here. Especially when it's often time to close the room. So you have read a lot I suppose? Maybe everything?” Even his elocution was as slow and lazy as himself. As for his question, Leilade rolled her eyes after hearing it. What a surprise for her, someone came a lot in a room filled with books and with many underground floors, and that very person read them. Trying to not be as sarcastic as she felt inside, she answered plainly.

”Yes.”

”Good, now you have learned enough to never come back here.” He then turned back and prepared himself to enter a well-reserved sleep.After that encounter as productive as a mute shouting for help, Leilade headed toward the room where her favorite teacher was. Since she had only two of those, it was not very hard to beat the old hag.