"What's your name, Little lady?" I asked her. "My lady, you mustn't call me that; I'm just a maid." She shook her head in determination. Her eyes sparkled; it reminded me of my 9th life, little sister. I told her, "It's been 100 years since individual rights for people were implemented; why not?" I gasped jokingly, "You couldn't be much older than me, could you?" She retorted, "No, no, I'm not." Her eyes swelled up in tears as she was teased.
Then she said, "I'm only in my 50s; I'm not that old." My heart went home run: I am considered old; I'm at my 121st. I chuckled when she heard it: "My lady, you big meanie." She looks like she's about to cry. I said, "I'm sorry, it's my fault. I was trying to get to know you better. I don't have many friends; maybe I took it too far." Feign some tears, she panicked: "I'm alright, it wasn't that bad." Looking at her flustered face, I feel bad for teasing her. I look at her, and she looks at me back. "Your name, little one" she ah'ed and blushed. So cute, I thought to myself. She was going to be helpful in the future. She calmed down and said, "My name is Rhian, my lady." She smiled as she said it.
"Would you like to help me look for books that are written by Noelle Anastasia Georgia?" I casually say it, looking at the vast library. Its breathtakingly decorated shelves, which had gold hinges and borders with intricate carvings, and the books stacked to the ceiling, went completely unnoticed at first. "Okay!" She's lovable, and I have a reason. I specifically chose Noelle's. We've known each other since I was 4 years old. We created a new language that only two of us knew for fun. We use it in different drawings and letters, and... she is the only one who knows I was destined to die at the age of 21, not even my parents or friends that I worked with, even him.
I look out the window, along with the bookshelves floating dust particles being beamed by the sun, and think, 'Living is delightful when enjoying the happenings'. I walked and peered outside the window. The trees sway with the wind, and so do the flowers. The Gingko tree leaves fell, and the gratifying felling soared as the sunlight hit the branches and canopied the grass above its roots. I opened the window, letting the air come in. My hair fluttered with the wind, and I embraced it with my face and body and closed my eyes. "My Lady, the books written by Noelle are ready." I forgot that I needed to help her. "I'm sorry, Rhian; I should've helped look for the books with you." I apologized to her. She chuckled. "My lady, The Lord specifically told us that you are recuperating; it's okay."
'Hmm... recuperating... hmm...' I smirked and said, "Thank you for the books, Rhian. Much appreciated." My smile merged with my smirk to make it less noticeable. "It's my pleasure, my lady. Do you want to have some snacks later so I can make the chef prepare them?" She suggested it with bright eyes. I feel bad saying no, but I have plans. "Sorry, but not today; I want to focus on reading; tomorrow will be better," I replied. She oh'ed, then smiled again. "Tomorrow it is," she declared. I chuckled, and then she said, "Just call me if you need me, my lady." She waved her hands goodbye, and I waved back to her. I held the book and caressed the leather-wax hardcover; the spine is ever so worn. might be a Christian looking for clues; the books might look new, but in the eyes of someone like mine and my best friend, it's not even that close.
He will not be able to find anything even for 100 years, and even if he did, he would not be able to solve the language. There are only two people who can understand the language: Noelle and me. I took the book and opened it, starting one by one to uncover and solve the language, then finishing one book. It says, 'Cats meow by the east arc; Friends feed them at dark'. This should be the last one; I forgot the pattern. Living 21 lives can cause memory loss. There are five books in total, and I'm going to finish them fast. Solving the second book really took time. It said, 'The queen drew a joker and enjoyed it; the crown was poisoned by a clown; the clown was played by a joker; and Ace shuffled the deck'.
Heh, 'then Jack witnessed it all' I included. I get it; I'm the queen; joker is the duke; clown is the prince; crown is the king; ace is Christian; then jack is her, and she probably knows that herself. We play cards a lot, we casually practice how to be good at them, and then we both dress in disguise, enter casinos, and win in bulk. The majority of the casinos just banned us because we always win carrying bags of money, both of us laughing like maniacs as we walked out the doors. I took the third book and solved it: 'Sacrifice leads to torments of duet, satisfaction brought by debt. This... I'm lost. The next book might help me. The fourth book is harder than I thought: 'Summons of the White Hat, Lurking of the Black Rat.' I'm more confused now.
On the fifth, I held the book, praying that it could answer my confusion as I was solving. The door of the library opened, and steps sounded. I heard it all, but I'm more focused on solving the language. It stopped by the table next to me. I looked and saw Christian. I exclaimed, "Uwaah! Stop showing up all of a sudden." I crumpled the translated paper and hid it in my hand. I made it small so it could fit my whole hand. "It's already night; why haven't you gone to bed?" He looked at me without smiling. I looked out the window; the sky was about to get dark. "I lost track of time I never knew I would spend—grumble." I stopped talking. He looked over. "You didn't eat?" His smile was gone, and I looked away. He stared more and sighed, "Let's go eat." He held my hand and walked out of the room. I recalled that in the last book It read, 'White is dyed red; red gets darker to black'.