Leige was laying still in the bed when his brother rather hurriedly left the room.
If he hadn't been so caught up in enlightening himself as to why he was supposed to apologise, maybe he would have been more concerned about why George had a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, and why he had ran out so quickly after a brief conversation.
However, as of now, he didn't, and so he stayed clueless on the fact that his journey was about to become a lot more complicated.
Finally moving by looking out of the window, Leige observed the position of the sun to determine that it was not too late for school to have ended.
Well, it was probably time for him to apologise to Angelica.
However, the issue that had been bugging him previously, before George's peculiar entrance, and before Yumi's rather touching concern, were the odd words from the class president.
'magic from the Orcus'
He was thirsty for any kind of knowledge that would either directly help him or simply enable him to understand more about the world he was living in.
Learning about the 'magic from the Orcus' would let him properly explore a new branch of magic in this world, and could, if he was being rather optimistic, let him have a little peek as to how magic worked, and how he could perhaps use it for himself.
What he was clear on, however, was that the chance that 'magic from the Orcus' was actually what had brought him here in the first place was near miniscule.
This was because of a simple look at the name.
Orcus had a few different versions of origin, but it was unanimous that he was a God of the Underworld in Roman and Italic mythology, and was the punisher of broken promises, with the purpose of tormenting souls who broke their oaths.
This simply did not seem to apply to Leige's current situation.
Although it may have been too early to say, 'torment' was not the kind of word used for the situation he was in, nor had he, in his memory, broken any oaths that outed him as a person who had made some inherently horrible decisions worth of being imprisoned in the underworld.
After all, he was not sure that there had ever even been anyone he would have promised anything to, let alone to break a promise to.
However, there was a possibility that 'Orcus' had not actually been referencing the deity in Ancient Roman mythology, and was simply a name for the underworld.
In which case, it would make sense that the class president had jumped to that in the fact that it was a broader scope of the idea of death and evil rather than the rather specific magic related to the punisher of souls with broken oaths.
Nonetheless, he thought that the use of Orcus instead of a more common word for the underworld, such as hell, was too specific of a choice to ignore.
In fact, what he was actually more interested in was the presence of mythology in this world. Since there was one strand of magic relating to a god from Ancient Roman mythology and religion, surely there would be others, others which would collectively largen his understanding of what magic was.
As he sat up to stretch like a cat, comforted in how he was alone only with his thoughts and the faint chirps of birds through the window, he decided that the time to explore his new findings would be after school, in the library in his home.
As someone with a little lack of empathy due to his environment as a child, he had only realised that Angelica probably had felt very wronged as he said those things after he had gotten beaten up into a flat little Leige pancake.
Pancakes were nice, but he didn't want to become one, and that was only confirmed after the traumatic experience, so he knew it was best to apologise to Angelica lest it happened again.
Standing up and shaking his numb legs which thankfully were not flattened into a poor little circle of fried batter, he decisively walked out of the room.
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... It seemed he had overestimated his direction finding abilities.
No really, where was he?
Looking out into the corridor that seemed to be familiar yet had unfamiliar numbers on each door, it was then he realised that the nurse's office, or wherever this place was since a nurse, or anyone really, had assisted him, was not near his classroom.
Maybe he had experienced a little brain damage excluding the flat out trauma during the era of pancake Leige, but he had only remembered he had no idea how to go back to the classroom once he had exited his nice little room.
The door automatically swung shut behind him, and now he seemed to be placed in a dire situation.
It was fine though, the school couldn't possibly be that big, right?
...Right?
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....
...It was either Leige had very poor physical abilities, or the corridor was never-ending.
A slight show of pride made him pick the latter, but he knew the depressing truth and dejectedly looked down at the floor.
"Why are you here?" a deep yet cold and unfamiliar voice made the sad little Leige look up a bit.
"I'm lost." his pride had far deflated as he wondered how he could even be considered intelligent if he got lost in a school.
A school.
He got lost. In a school. In which he had been before. Multiple times.
The man wearing the same uniform as George, signifying his status as a third year, wrinkled his eyebrows and seemed to scan Leige up and down, taking a small step back which could have been noticed by Leige, but he was too upset to do anything about it.
A rather long silence followed, causing Leige to look down at the floor again, trying hard to think where on earth he was compared to his classroom.
"You're...Lost?" the ridicule in the man's voice could even be detected by a depressed Leige, which meant that it was an outstanding level of mockery.
...If this guy didn't want to help, he could have just said so.
Leige secretly grumbled, continuing to be sulky at his horrible physical abilities.
Why couldn't he have been reincarnated into a strong person?! He had already suffered enough his past lifetime....
He looked up, scanning the man who continued to look at him with disbelief and a hint of mockery.
Even this guy!... Who was strangely perfect.
The man had black hair and blue eyes, was very tall but not a giant, perfect body proportions....
Hey. This guy seemed suspicious.
However, he was not really in the mood to think about such things as he dragged his feet along the floor, finally slowly inching closer to the stairs which signified the end of the corridor.
"You can't be serious..." the man seemed to mutter before quickly catching up in two strides, grabbing Leige's shoulders and quickly turning him around to point in the other direction, taking his hands off immediately as if he had been burned, "that way, down the stairs, to the left, that's the First Year's corridor."
Leige perked up a little after having received helpful instructions, before looking back at all the way he had came.
He needed to go back that way?!?!
"Thank you." even with a thousand problems dragging him down, he thanked the third year and began walking in the other direction without any response.
He didn't look back, only concentrating on the floor as he lamented on not being reborn as a big strong person.
It was only after he had managed to walk all the way back and past the nurse's office, or whatever it was, when he recalled the face of the third year, thinking it to be a little familiar.
Huh?
He stopped in his tracks.
That guy seemed to have the same face as the person plastered in Leige's room.
Huh.
Whatever.
He thought, because depressed Leige had more to think about, like why he couldn't drive indoors, or why he hadn't been reincarnated as an Olympic athlete.
Depressed Leige was really something else.
As he finally made it to the stairs and began another seemingly never ending journey, he reconsidered the possibility that Orcus had really punished him for breaking some promise in his past life.
After all, this seemed like torture to him.