Ch. 153 Can I Put My Hand In? (2)

He took away his hand, stared at Louise for a moment, then eventually pulled her head into his bosom.

Louise lifted her head that was pressed against his clothes. Their faces were very close, but she was more worried about their bodies.

He squeezed Louise’s body even tighter.

Louise remembered a recent conversation with Claire.

Itwarm inside of Ian’s arms, but his arms were always warm, so that didn’t count as proof. Louise would have to put her hand inside his coat to know for sure. But there was one small question in her mind.

Of course she could easily slip it in. The only thing lacking was her courage.

Louise clenched her fist, and her frozen hands slightly warmed.

Louise quickly hid her hands behind her and took a step back. The arm wrapped around her neck let her go.

Louise smiled. Afterwards, they walked side-by-side to the library, talking about the business at the greenhouse. The library was warm enough that they didn’t have to wear coats, and Louise knew that it was because of love that she did something stupid. They should have hurried inside, instead of embracing each other in the cold wind.

—even if the cold weather is annoying. No, it was because of the cold that the warmth of a person felt even better.

Winter was the best.

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Inside the librarian’s meeting room, the new books bought by the dean were piled up like a mountain range. The Academy frequently purchased books, but this year there were an unusually large number of them, thought it wasn’t because the dean got into a new hobby of filling the library. Books were valuable, and money did not guarantee a good book.

Stella gave a cup of tea to each of the members of the student council who came to help. When she spoke, it was in a self-deprecating tone.

The investigations had also revealed some financial irregularities from other families. Some avoided taxes, and there was also circumstantial evidence that documents had been forged to receive funds that were not needed.

Louis pulled a book from a pile opened it. The last page was stamped with the seal of a noble family.

As expected, the Academy never went for bargain costs.

Stella took out a book she had prepared for an example.

The book she held out was partly torn, perhaps the result of a young boy or girl playing with it as a toy.

Another book had a large ink stain over it, sticking the pages together.

She shook a book and some leaves fell out.

She pulled out a letter and a small picture from a last book.

Stella sat down, and the student council began the exhaustive task of examining the books. It’s wasn’t difficult, but the workload was steep. The table itself seemed to bear more than a hundred books, and many more were stacked in piles around them.

All of this was a luxury. Even when nobles were short on money, they would order expensive flowers. Louise memorized the names of the families written in the back of the books. It would be a great help for her father’s business.

Time crawled by slowly, their work punctuated by breaks and food. After the sun passed over the middle of the sky, Louise occasionally glanced outside the window.

Worried whether Claire’s heart would be fine, Louise kept waiting for news that her friend had returned. On the other hand, the inspection work Louise thought would be boring was unexpectedly enjoyable. There was always a new surprise to be found in the pages of the books.

Ian frowned at the dirty receipt he pulled out. Louise flipped some pages on her book and answered quickly.

Ian gave a nod in agreement, and meanwhile Louise found a letter. She wanted to open it and read it, but Stella and Ian stopped her. It looked like a love letter. Louise had no choice but to put the book in the “Inspection Complete” section and the letter in the “To burn” box.

Louise picked up a new book and flipped to the last page again, and saw a crest she had already seen a few times already.

As a result, the children of the Lapis family had grown up in an environment which had nothing to read except the family journals.

Ian found yet another receipt.

He opened another book to the last page. Ian frowned for a moment, and as Louise was about to ask him why, there was the sound of the door bursting open.

It was Dean Crissis. He was absent from the day’s work because he had been ill until recently. He came in panting, and was not even wearing a coat.

His breath was shaky, and when he spoke it was in a gasping voice.

Louise’s head whirled towards the window. The sun, fully tilted, was already painting the sky red. That meant the curfew set by the Academy was approaching. Sometimes, some students were distracted and broke their curfew. But Claire wasn’t the kind of person, nor did she go out for pleasure today.

This wasn’t good. Claire probably wanted to return to the Academy more than anyone.

Ian gazed at the book spread open on his desk.

Count Müller.

When Stella spoke of this family, the reason for his surprise was simple. Claire Iris was set to marry into that family. Ian knew about her marriage contract, which included large financial aid and some business rights.

Right now in Ian’s hand was a book from the Müller family, who sold it for quick money.

He couldn’t shake off his sense of unease.