âThat is true. Um, Iâll lend you the book you chose.â
âI would be grateful.â
Ray put down the book and said.
âSince there is medicinal water that is good for sleeping in the sitting room for servants, please have a sip. If you have a drink, the quality of your sleep will increase.â
It was said with politeness towards Vivian, who appeared to have just awoken from a nightmare.
How polite. Is he like that to everyone?
To be honest, it was the first time Vivian had seen a scholar approach a stranger and converse with them. Even then, she couldnât help but feel that the interaction was formal and almost scripted. His generous actions appeared to only firmly construct a wall between them.
He said he was a commoner, but his aura screamed aristocrat.
Itâs like an onion â Â even after you peel back layers, you still have much to discover.
But she wanted to peel off more layers.
According to the data from the many people she had observed and analyzed, such people were better left alone since it was hard to predict what kind of beast laid underneath all those layers.
Indeed, I canât. I
shouldnât
.
Vivian reminded herself that she, herself, had gotten into one hell of a fix, and suppressed the impulse to bother him.
Thatâs that, first, letâs handle my bloody nose.
Vivian pressed the aromatic handkerchief to her nose and lowered her head.
âHm?â
She couldnât help but let out an exclamation of astonishment when she saw the cover of the book that Ray wished to borrow. It was a romance novel that had once drawn the popularity of numerous young aristocratic ladies.
It was also the novel that Vivian read every night as she dreamed of becoming the author of a romance novel. The novel was the textbook definition of romance.
âR.. romance?â
Oh my, how could it not befit its reader to this extent?
Though she knew it was impolite, Vivian couldnât help glance at the book then at Ray then back at the book again. She couldnât possibly understand his preference in books. He always picked books without consideration of genre or level of expertise.
âYesterday, you borrowed <The History of Art and Sculpting>. Did you discuss the trend of Beroucheâs method of Vollplastik in the Empireâs 439th year?â asked Vivian as she stamped the lending slip.
âThe day before that the theological book <The Road to Salvation>, and then before that the partly religiously inclined <God is Dead and Gone>.â
Ray stared at Vivian who attempted to sound like it was no big deal. It was hard to read his expression due to the mask that covered his face. However, he snorted and laughed.
âHow detailed.â
âMy memory is rather exceptional.â
âHmm.â
Ray smiled crookedly. He didnât speak, but he seemed to be asking
And itâs not because youâre interested in me?
Well, of course, Iâm able to remember all those books because I am interested.
An innumerable number of people entered the library every day, so one had to be rather exceptional to remember all the books that had been lent out per person.
It was the reverse psychology of wanting to know more the more they hid. Rayâs desire to not be known made her observe and scrutinize him even more.
Vivian avoided his gaze out of guilt and pretended to be indifferent.
âIf it is the scholar who researches the truth, it isnât strange to prefer diverse and objective arguments.â
âIt seems you find it strange I borrowed a romance novel.â
Though Vivian had predicted that he would beat around the bush and draw a line like usual, he generously continued the conversation.
Vivianâs face lit up and she nodded.
Thatâs right, why would Sir scholar choose the novel that had the greatest impact on my life out of the many novels out there?
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âIt is my first time reading a romance novel.â
âWas there something that served as momentum?â She asked with two eyes sparkling like a cat who found fish. Ray shrugged his shoulders lightly in response to her aggressive interview.
âThe reason to read a book is always the same. In order for me to obtain knowledge and experience and project emotions indirectly.â
âIsnât it usually due to curiosity towards the novel?â