Chapter 114 (1/2)

“……” How can I leave her when she’s like that? Staring at her, Kyle concluded that Noah was a languid cat. On a sunny day, the cat would lie on its belly by the window and doze off under the sun. She would only come when she felt like it or when she needed her owner, and when she finished, she returned to her place and dozed off again.

“Then do it quickly…” Kyle muttered, sighing.

Noah’s face lit up as soon as Kyle gave her a positive answer. Still, it was admirable to see her move the pen with fervor unlike before, and eventually Kyle took the seat across her.

Fortunately, he benefited from it. No matter how much of a workaholic he was since he was born, he needed a minimum time of rest.

“Miss Noah, what was your original hair color?” Kyle blurted out suddenly, as he watched Noah, who shook and massaged her wrist from time to time, as if her arm was hurting.

“Me?” Noah raised her head at the random question, and Kyle immediately realized he had asked a stupid question, shaking his head hurriedly. “No, it’s-”

“It was brown.” Noah answered casually, ignoring Kyle’s embarrassment with his own eccentricity. There was no emotion in her eyes other than the annoyance at her own situation where she was about to be buried in pages of reflection.

…May I ask you some more, then? As soon as Kyle thought so, the next question slipped from his mouth. “What color were your eyes?”

“My eyes were similar to the color of my hair. Bright brown. I’ve heard a lot say that I don’t have very much pigmentation.” Noah answered Kyle again this time, her voice gentle. Somehow, she even looked very cheerful. “It was a bit of a hereditary thing. I looked like my mom.”

“…I see.”

“My face wasn’t as pretty as the face of Eleonora, but it was worth looking at. If I knew I was going to be in this world, I would have taken my body with me. Then, it wouldn’t have been necessary to come into this body and suffer like this.” Noah continued, sighing.

With her words, strange occurrences of her life sounded so insignificant. Noah muttered a few more words in a deep voice, moving the pen furiously, ready to smash her forehead to the piles of letters. It was one of the few sights of a motivated Noah Kyle had ever seen.

Suddenly, a random thought crossed Kyle’s mind. The shell Noah was wearing, it really didn’t go with her. Noah was a very ordinary person, as she always insisted, though with a consistent expression of fullness. She was far from being involved with weapons, prisons, crimes and trials.

At first, Kyle assumed her appearance was similar to Eleonora, but today he believed Noah didn’t match her shell. Once he thought about it, the branches of his thoughts stretched out. Park Noah’s original body. Her original face.

Kyle was intrigued about such things. However, it was unlikely that he would reach the end of his curiosity.

Thud. Noah, who jotted the last word so hard that the tip of the pen broke, snapped Kyle out of his trance. “I’m done! Can I go up now?”

“…Yes, good work.” Kyle gave up on his thoughts and got up from his seat with Noah’s last letter of apology.

The trial was just tomorrow.

*

Penelope stayed in her office all afternoon. The large translucent screen that floated in front of her desk was playing a record from the tape that her boss handed over.