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Chapter 12 - Chapter 11: What I Fear

"Someone broke the barrier to his study."

His? As in Silvaris'?

"I thought his study had the toughest barrier." Sandra curses under her breath while getting up and following Rosemary to where I assume is the study. They never told me why I should never reveal that I came from another dimension. But from their words, I can guess that this has something to do with the higher-ups who has, or had, a big role in the Kingdom.

Silvaris' study is the most sensitive place, not only because it has confidential documents and stuffs, but also because there is where my gate is. The mirror! If it gets broken then I am as well as trapped here. I don't know the spell to open the gate to that dimension and neither is there any.

"Stay here Juniper. We will seal the library one-way." Rosemary shouts from the doors while Sandra was already out. I briefly nod though I am pretty sure they can't see me.

Spells are actually commands to your mana. You say a spell and your mana reacts to it. Even a whisper is enough to activate but it needs through training to get to that level. There are apparently five languages of magic. The easiest one is the first where you can make your own command without the need of exact specific words. I somehow managed it. But if I compare my shabby skills with Rosemary and Sandra's, then I would only be holding them back.

I return to the couches and sit on one. The only thing I can do right now is pray for the best possible outcome. It is true that Silvaris has countless enemies thanks to their family snatching the Lord's seat with utmost perfection, but once won there is no return back for 25 years. The only way is to kill the Lord but then the authority of the land will fall back to the royal family for the rest of the time until the next examination. And the Lord isn't even here.

Was it for me? I can feel the chills in my bones. Nope, nope. They don't know me. I don't exist. Brianna and Cecile are loyal servants of Silvaris. And the Luveille family doesn't look like those from soap operas.

I wait. Every minutes are feeling like hours. Was a minute always that long? It flew like tornado in exam halls. What the hell is happening outside the damn library doors?

"Girl?" I jolt up at the voice, "Are you there?" it is, no doubt, Sandra's voice. I sigh in relief.

"Yes! Is everything alright? What happened?"

"Looks like the intruder went back the moment I stepped in. Everything is under control. You can come out now." I am so indulged in relief that I miss two big red flags from this short statement. I run for the door and unlock them. The seal is to be broken if opened from the opposite side.

I yank the door. Instead of the short brown haired woman with petite figure, I come face to face with a man.

"So you're the one?" he says with a deep voice laced with boredom. I take a step back and realise what mistake I have done. I should calm down but my body refuses.

He takes a few steps ahead and I take some more back. The only sounds I can hear are my accelerated heartbeat and a buzzing noise that could be the short circuit in my brain.

"I don't know what you are talking about." I can hear the crack. Obviously he notices too because one side of his lip shots up.

"It's alright. I am sure they can make you remember things you are dying to forget."

The man doesn't look too strong but Rosemary told me to remember a proverb, "Never judge a book by its cover." because it literally is the theme of this world.

I am yet to learn the communication spells. I can't even send them a signal! How useless I am! I feel like crying at my pathetic condition.

I see him raise his hand. I don't know what magic type he uses. So I can't even tell his next possible move. I hear him flicker his fingers and the next thing I see is a weird animal-like creature floating right behind him.

"Finish her." My blood runs cold at these words.

The animal bends a little from behind him, before leaping directly at me. I feel like a deja-vu. I saw these scene somewhere. Ah, was it the carnivore beast documentaries? I now understand how the pray must have felt like. But I never saw them giving up without a fight.

I swipe my hand and chant a wind spell. Falska is the the land of the wind. Wind spells are a 100 times more effective than anywhere thanks to the fairies who always make the wind easier to infuse with their mana.

Whenever I use a spell, it turns into a disaster since I can't properly control how much mana I want to use and how big scaled I want it to be. It was always some kind of disadvantage. But in this case, the strong and large blow of wind catches the spirit off guard and it is swept away by the current.

"What?" he definitely was not expecting this. Now I am thankful for their nagging to learn the spells. I dash towards the doors. However the spirit gains its posture back and comes after me. The man only commands it what to do. That means his summon magic is supporter type. He doesn't fight, his spirit does the dirty work.

I couldn't go too far away from my position. It comes right in between me and my escape route. I hear him yell it to kill me. Spirits are bound to obey their hosts, whether good or evil. It probably guessed that I can use wind. That explains it's strong stance. I need another spell. Catching him off guard every time will give me enough time to escape. Where are Rosemary and Sandra?

It starts to circle around me. I try to move. Perhaps, the telekinesis? Is throwing the books enough? There are some heave books there if I remember correctly.

I don't even know how I am holding uo for this long. How am I still hopeful that I can do this? Is this the Luveille effect?

The spirit growls. It is a combination of a Lion and a I don't know what. I spread my right arm and chant the spells to get a grip on the books with my mana. I watch it pouncing in me and I still haven't finished my spell.

Is this the end?

Probably.

It was a good life.

I open my eyes one last time, waiting for a hard blow and pain, but instead, see the spirit in the midair, unmoving.