Chapter 142 – 142. Lovern’s Forbidden Book
“Hwaam.”
Findenai yawned loudly while driving the carriage and took a quick look around. We arrived at Lovern Academy before we knew it.
It wasn’t a particularly unpleasant place, but rather a place where fun memories remained, but right now, I was feeling a little annoyed.
When the carriage was pulled into the academy, the faculty members were already lined up and waiting.
In particular, the dean was already making a fuss about holding a welcome party for heroes returning from war.
Unfortunately, the celebrant who should have been the main character of the day, Deius Verdi, was not in the carriage.
And that was precisely the reason why Findeneye was not in a very good mood.
“What is it, Deius?”
When Erica, who was waiting with the dean, asked with a puzzled expression, Findeneye answered bluntly.
“I don’t know.”
Then, I packed my luggage and Iluania’s luggage and walked towards the academy entrance. Her injuries seemed serious, as her body was covered in bandages, but she had no hesitation in her actions.
“Grunt.”
The faculty’s attention naturally turns to Owen, who belatedly gathers his luggage and melodica and gets off the carriage.
The boy also had a bandage on his hand, and answered the faculty member’s questions with an awkward smile.
“He said he had to apologize and take responsibility for the souls in the Great Forest of Marias, and he said he would come later.”
“responsibility?”
I wondered what that meant, but Owen didn’t explain any further.
Finally, Iluania got off the carriage. Jim wasn’t carrying anything, but he was holding a very precious new family member in his arms.
The faculty knew that it was the pregnant maid accompanying Deius, so they congratulated her on her birth, but Illuania only briefly thanked her and headed straight to the hotel she had stayed at before.
Since postpartum care was also important, the hotel had been preparing related services for a long time.
I don’t know if the hotel building will be safe, but for now, Findenai followed along and went with me.
In the end, all that remains is Owen and the carriage.
The faculty had no choice but to leave with a disappointed look on their faces.
Owen headed straight to Deius’ room. After neatly organizing the items he had been asked to bring, he took out the melodica he was carrying on his back.
The tone that comes out when you blow the wind and hit the keyboard.
This time, he played so much that his fingers hurt even playing the relatively light melodica, but the boy was good at it so he continued playing.
Gradually, a woman appeared, wearing a black robe and covering her eyes with translucent black cloth.
A dark spirit I had already met several times while performing.
Even though he took his mouth off the melodica and the playing stopped, Owen’s spiritual eyes grew to the point where he was able to communicate with her to some extent.
“Huh, dark spirit master. “You came together after all.”
[Yes, Deius told me to go.]
Like Findeneye, the dark spirit was also in a state of distress.
This is because Deius sent a dark spirit along, saying he had to solve it alone.
I even instructed Owen to check once he arrived at the academy, just in case he remained there secretly.
[I am the teacher, so why do I give orders?]
Although Owen grumbled, he thought that he was a good listener, but decided to keep his mouth shut for now.
There’s no need to offend a hysterical woman by saying something like that.
“They told me to check it once a day. “Are you okay?”
[…] … Ha, yes.]
The dark spirit sighs.
Deius’ wish to spend time alone with the spirits in the Great Forest of Marias.
When the dark spirit heard that, he couldn’t help but make a truly complicated expression.
Although it meant that Deius, who tried to cross the line, regained his faith.
However, there is no need to carry it alone.
Couldn’t we just do it together? They’re kind of soul mates, right? The dark spirit person himself is a real soul!
[it’s annoying.]
The dark spirit turns around and disappears.
“ha.”
Owen, seeing this, wipes the sweat from his forehead and lets out a sigh of relief.
‘It must be really difficult for you, Monumental Master.’
Owen also picked up that this war was a ploy by a group of warlocks to see the Master’s sincerity.
Since Owen didn’t know much about the details, he stretched out and went out of Deius’ room.
Owen lives in a spare room in the first-year men’s dormitory. He planned to go to his room and rest for a while.
Because without Deius, there was nothing for him to do.
An unintentional sweet break.
I guess I deserve this because I went through a lot this time.
Since the students were still in the middle of their lectures, Owen quietly returned to his room, took a shower, lay down on the soft bed, and fell into a comfortable sleep for the first time in a long time.
“No, this isn’t really me!”
Owen’s eyes open when he hears an unfair voice filled with dark emotions coming from outside.
My sleep was disturbed, but I wasn’t tired.
When I looked out the window, the moon had already risen.
Owen, who had slept soundly, stretched and went outside.
Two students standing in the hallway.
A first-year boy was making excuses to a second-year boy with an expression of resentment.
“I heard you were in my last turn! Then of course you did it!”
“No, but it’s really not me! It’s really unfair! “If I had written it, I would have written it. Why are you doodling!”
What are you talking about?
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Owen glances up and checks the situation. It seemed like there was something wrong with the booklet the second grader was holding.
“hmm?”
Owen stretched out his head to see what kind of book it was.
“Huh!”
The young boy fell backwards and his face turned red.
A woman’s photo collection.
It was also a photo book of a naked woman.
The second-year student’s head turns at Owen’s fussy reaction. He looks back and forth between the booklet in his hand and Owen, then turns and runs away as if embarrassed.
“Anyway, you! Don’t do this again! “It’s all for common use!”
I leave behind a story that contains quite a sense of justice.
The first-year student sighs in relief, takes a quick look at Owen, and approaches him, extending his hand.
“Thank you. Thanks to you, I ended up not getting hit. Actually, that’s what I did. “I hate graffiti on my body even more.”
“Yes, yes?!”
“uh? Oh, you’re not an academy student, so you don’t know? “We call it a banned book in slang.”
Is it because I feel better thanks to being free from the threat of my senior? The male student begins to pour out things that were not even asked.
“Let me know if you need anything too.”
“Ah, ah, no! no! I do not need it! More than that! “How can a student buy something like that!”
A world that is completely incomprehensible to a boy who has lived his entire life with the piano.
When I shout out loud, the male student shakes his head and smiles.
“Of course I can’t buy it. All banned books are handmade. “There are craftsmen in our academy.”
dizzy.
“Anyway, if you need anything, come to me. Good things should be shared. “It’s the same guy.”
The male student smiled and winked, then immaturely ran down the hallway.
The boy, who was momentarily shocked and dizzy, clenched his fists.
“Well, the student… … “Be like a student!”
A phrase that Deius Verdi often said. Owen clenched her fists and walked back into the room.
He then plays the melodica to summon the souls still remaining in the academy.
It was information gathering that only Owen could do.
[Aha, a s*xy picture? It goes around a lot not only among boys but also among girls.]
[I know there was only one person who drew that. They say they put a mark on it.]
[If you are a student, you have to study.]
[Do you know that there is also a request window? If you write a note in a book in the library, it will draw what you want!]
[painting? Ah, I saw a kid drawing something strange recently.]
“It’s him!”
Owen immediately took action after hearing the testimony of the last ghost.
We arrived at the first-year female dormitory. It was late at night, but I was able to find a blonde-haired girl wearing a white beret sketching something on the bench in front.
“Go, go, princess?”
[That’s right. He draws strange pictures every day.]
The ghost pointing to Eleanor Luden Griffin disappears in a flash. As if passing on responsibility.
Should I just run away?
Owen thought for a moment, but then took a deep breath and thought of Deius Verdi.
What if it was him?
What if he had found out about this, and his favorite disciple was a spreader of p**nography called banned books!
It was hard to even imagine.
He probably got quite angry and scolded me.
“We have to stop it.”
Especially if you are someone like yourself who can see ghosts all the time, not just through playing, you can find out this information at any time.
With such loyalty, Owen approached Eleanor.
“hmm? What’s happen?”
Eleanor glances at Owen who is approaching and focuses on the picture again.
I thought the concentration of moving the pen without even looking at it was amazing as someone who is also walking the path of an artist.
“Well, can you show me the picture!”
I had to check first.
A statement that Owen took courage in his own way.
“hmm?”
Eleanor looked at Owen beyond the sketch with an expression of annoyance, but she knew that he was some kind of disciple raised by Professor Deius.
“okay.”
It is not difficult to rotate the sketch and show it.
It was a night sky with a pretty moon. Since she was Owen, who lived in Claren, the land of artists, she could immediately see how much effort was put into her paintings.
“and.”
A skill that surprised even Owen.
Looking at Owen’s admiration, Eleanor asks quietly.
“Why is there a problem?”
“Oh, no! sorry! “I blasphemously misunderstood!”
“misunderstanding? “What misunderstanding?”
Eleanor slowly placed her sketch next to the bench and crossed her arms and legs.
Even on the outside, she was a little older than me.
As her eyes change and the atmosphere begins to become more serious, the indescribable intimidation of being a princess comes upon Owen.
This is the princess of a country.
The atmosphere that changed in an instant felt similar to an assassin revealing a secret he had been hiding.
Wouldn’t this case be easily solved if I told her, the princess?
Thinking about this, Owen raised his voice a little and shouted.
“Choi, Choi, it is said that there is someone who recently drew an impure picture at the Academy and is spreading it! So, I tried to find that person before the Monumental Master returns!”
“uh?”
For a moment, Eleanor’s movements stiffen. Her dignity as a princess just now disappeared as if blown away by the wind, and she returned to being a student, Eleanor.
“Oh, I see? There are some really weird people out there! But not me!”
“princess?”
A tone of voice that would make even the naive Owen suspicious. At that time, Aria came out from the entrance of the women’s dormitory.
“Eleanor! Look at this! “If you darken the color of your eyes and remove their focus, you will look like you are obsessed!”
Eleanor frowns when she sees the painting by Deius Verdi that Aria is holding in her hand.
“Please don’t scribble on my drawings…” … !”
Crack!
Eleanor was very annoyed with Aria, who often added her own tastes to her paintings.
Owen has already started running away.
Who would have thought that he was drawing such a strange picture with a memorial priest!
Owen ran, thinking that he had to tell everyone at all costs.
“Oops.”
Owen’s legs rise into the sky along with Eleanor’s sighing voice.
“Wow!”
Owen, who was embarrassed when his body, which had been running off the ground, floated up, naturally came back in front of Eleanor.
“Well, it’s over there. “I think there’s some misunderstanding.”
When Eleanor smiled and said that it was awkward, Owen cried out and shouted.
“sorry! I will never tell the memorial service! Help me!”
“… … .”
“What is it, the kid who followed the professor around?”
Aria approaches and makes a puzzled expression, then hurriedly hides the picture.
“Hide it very quickly! why? “Can we at least advertise that we are drawing Deius?”
“No, it’s because it’s such a novel discovery.”
Aria can’t even squeak this time in response to Eleanor’s bitter words.
First, let me suggest a solution.
“Should I hit him first and make him lose his memory?”
“Why is the child so shallow?”
“… … “Should I just be a professor and draw a princess?”
“Why are you talking about that! The kid hears it! And you liked it too!”
“Thanks to early education through s*x education, lowly subjects were able to see a new world.”
Even though the two people were arguing as if they were distracted, Owen knew that he couldn’t run away.
The moment when you remain limp.
My body floats once again.
As if someone had grabbed him by his collar and lifted him up.
“uh?”
“what?”
The two people are surprised because it wasn’t Eleanor who did it this time.
Owen was also confused, but he was surprised by the familiar feeling and shouted.
“Huh, are you a dark spirit?!”
Although he wasn’t that close to the dark spirit, Owen felt like he had met his savior.
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