Kees arrived with a smile, observing Aleta's success with her new magic circle, "Impressive, your magic has finally become perfect," she said.
Aleta looked back with a hint of tears, "... But my panties didn't come back."
"Not entirely there yet, huh? But it's better than the previous attempts that left only underwear," she commented, then tossed a black cloak to Aleta, saying, "Wear that." he added.
"How am I supposed to fit this in a narrow space, Kees?"
"Use your own wits; I don't care."
"The worst, evil, heartless!"
"Not wearing it for a day not a big problem, will it?"
"... Lend me yours, okay?"
"No, never!"
Aleta crawled towards Kees like a dog, pleading to her master, "Please, Please, Please..."
Kees pushed Aleta's face away from his chest, "Quiet for a moment! Aren't you ashamed of your junior!" she scolded.
Aleta flinched, silenced like a statue.
"Sorry for this one, she's a bit weird, but she's quite nice," she explained to their junior feeling awkward about the situation.
Waify shook her head, "...nn... It's okay."
"But the magic earlier was pretty good, in my opinion," Rozer commented, followed by a nudge from Poetica to his shoulder.
"...You must be thinking something fishy," she said to Rozer.
"What?"
"You saw it, didn't you?"
"Didn't you cover my eyes?"
Poetica turned away, not wanting to comment.
Cyka tried to reassure them, "Enough... Enough... The important thing is that the magic was indeed good if used wisely."
Aleta became enthusiastic again, went to Cyka, and held his hand, "Right, right? This is my masterpiece. You understand with this; from now on, I will be your teacher. Come here every day; we will create more miracles..." she invited Cyka.
Cyka was confused but unknowingly nodded in agreement after seeing Aleta's sparkling eyes, "...nn..."
Aleta smiled, "Decided! New member of the dark realm," she declared, "What about the rest of you?" she suggested to the others.
"Maybe I'll think about it again," Waify said while scratching her head.
"I've decided to focus on martial arts," Poetica declined.
"I can't decide yet," Rozer said.
In a flash, Aleta came in front of Rozer, "Why? Don't you like it? Join us! You are my star here." she pleaded.
"I'll leave now; I'll come again some other time," Rozer left after saying that.
Aleta couldn't accept it and dragged Rozer's cloak from behind; she was dragged to the floor, lying face down, hoping Rozer wouldn't leave.
"I beg you; I will let you know the magic spell earlier."
"I'm not interested."
Rozer walked out with all his strength, "Please let me go!" he shouted.
Aleta let him go and cried on the floor, "No! Don't go! Huhuhu," (crocodile tears)
Before all of her juniors left by jumping over Aleta at the exit door, Kees said goodbye and reminded them to come back.
"Rozer, where are you going?" Poetica asked.
"I will meet the senior who called me yesterday," he replied.
"Class is about to start, you know?" Waify added.
Rozer kept walking forward, ignoring them.
"Do you know where that senior is?" Poetica asked again.
Rozer stopped for a moment, then continued after making up his mind.
"...ahhh... Why you so stubborn," Poetica muttered.
At the basic academy, Cyka and Waify parted ways with them to attend classes. Meanwhile, Poetica continued to follow Rozer.
Entering the library, Rozer looked back where Poetica was still, "Why you still following me?" Rozer asked.
"It's up to me,"
The place was quiet, only their footsteps filled the silence.
Before sitting down, Rozer picked up some books to read, waiting for his senior to arrive.
They sat facing each other in silence for a few minutes. Only the sound of opening and closing book pages could be heard.
Time kept passing...
Many books had been read. Piled up like a mountain.
Poetica was restless waiting for a long time, waiting for words from Rozer's lips.
Maybe he need a course in wordsmithing
to talk, and Rozer hated having to stay silent. Unmoving in front of Poetica,
That smile made his tongue nervously immobile. Rozer justified by opening page after page of the book he was reading. Glancing at Poetica's blue eyes behind the book.
"Why did you leave me here earlier?"
Poetica hated having to be honest with him.
"Don't you understand yet?"
Rozer moved to sit next to Poetica.
"Tell me,"
Poetica was nervous and looked away, "Isn't it already clear?"
Warmth fell on Poetica's head, slowly but surely making an unbearable comfort. Rozer's palm made her addicted.
"Thank you, Poetica," Rozer said warmly.
"Is that all?" Poetica wanted more than that.
"What?"
Poetica's forehead wrinkled,
"Is that all you want to say?"
"I don't know anymore,"
Another wrinkle appeared, then she pushed Rozer's hand away from her head,
"Unbelievable!"
Rozer was confused, bringing his face close to Poetica's blushing face to look into her shining blue eyes.
Their breaths sounded to each other.
Poetica started, "Do you already know something?"
"Your face become red."
Poetica's emotions were no longer restrained, her hands were restless, eager to hit Rozer's face until it bounced off and hit the bookshelf.
Before leaving the library, Poetica shouted from the door, "I'm your younger sister, stupid! Stupid! Stuuupid!" then slammed the door with a loud echoing sound.
"Younger sister?"
As if by magic, Poetica's strong punch and words hypnotized Rozer for a moment.
"Poetica is my younger sister?"
Standing up and arranging the fallen books back on the shelf. Making a family tree diagram in his head, everything made sense considering Poetica is the 'princess of this kingdom.'
"So, this is what it feels like to have a younger sister," he thought.
Despite that, Poetica's punch still left a mark on his cheek and his heart.
"Why is she angry?
Did I make a mistake?
Are all younger sisters like this?"
He even imagined Poetica and Sierra having the same personality and tried to deny it.
Tap... tap... tap...
Someone came from the floor above, with a few claps as if someone had achieved something.
The young man was the one who called Rozer to meet him in the library.
A black-haired male student with a red cloak, looking at Rozer with yellow eyes. He was taller than Rozer.
"So, you're the prince of this country raised by the hero. This will be interesting, won't it?"
"What do you want?"
"I called you here not to reveal your identity. More than that, I want to
give you knowledge for a special child like you. Even if I didn't know this, I would still come to you.
My eyes tell me that you have it,
And I will guide you to use it,"
"I don't understand."
They sat facing each other,
"Have you ever felt a surge of power behind your eyes?"
Rozer nodded, "That's right."
The young man magically pulled a book from the 3rd-floor shelf. It flew like a dove, landing in the palm of his hand. "You have the same eyes as me,
This book calls it various names from various kingdoms; some call it the eyes of the king - the eyes of the magic - the eyes of destruction - the eyes of the soul - the eyes of the demon - the eyes of the god - the sixth eye, and this kingdom calls it 'Zonnen' or the eyes of the sun." he explained, sliding the book to Rozer on the table, landing dramatically.
Rozer looked at his face; the young man just smiled and said, "Read it."
Seeing the worn red cloth cover of the book.
"The first guide to understanding the world, perhaps?" Rozer thought, flipping the cover of the book.