Chapter 26

༺ The First Letter (26) ༻

In the middle of the day in the library, many students were reading books while looking drowsy.

There was still a long way to go until the exam period, but the academy’s final exam was not at a level where it could be passed by cramming. If you didn’t study consistently, you wouldn’t be able to manage your grades.

However, it was just after lunch, and it was a week ahead of an important festival such as the Hunting Festival. I couldn’t get the content of the book to fit in my head.

It was because most of the students sitting in the library were yawning in boredom.

Of course, there were some students who were studying diligently among them, but they must have been the special kind of people who actually had fun studying in the first place. In the academy, there were all kinds of weird people you could see.

Unfortunately, I belonged to the former rather than the latter. While staying in the intensive care unit of the temple, my progress in the liberal arts subject that I attended went down considerably, so in order to supplement my study, I purposely visited the library. However, my time was spent in boredom.

The only comfort was in the fact that I didn’t have to bear this suffering alone? In front of me was Leto, sitting with a blank look on his face.

There was only one book in front of me, but beside him were piles of books boasting covers of all types, stacked like a tower. It was as expected from a student in the ‘Faculty of Magical Studies,’ which emphasizes theory and hypotheses.

Compared to him, I was rather lucky. I sipped my tea that I had previously stored in the canteen while consoling myself with this sad victory.

It was a tea with a refreshing scent that had the effect of soothing the mind. It was quite interesting to see that there were no academy’s students who did not make use of this beverage habitually during the exam period.

Of course, Leto. He, too, was sipping the tea from the canteen, but soon he frowned when realized that the canteen was empty.

He groaned and kicked me with his toes. I was reading a book while forcibly grabbing my throbbing head. I looked at Leto with an annoyed expression.

Leto winked. It was a signal with the following meaning: