The tenth author's journal: book 2A

Chapter 11: Preparation

"I hope I don't startle you, sir advisor, as the prince's new recruit." I bow my head because I see this custom during greetings between others. So this is an act of respect, isn't it? Advisor sighs with relief, grooming himself back to the throne room's façade.

"Isn't it the prince's equal?" As I suspect, you are not accustomed to royalty. Keep your head held high so that you do not tarnish his name." He then constructs mana as telekinesis to move the parchments and scrolls to their proper location on the bookshelf. The amount of mana dispersed to each object was perfect, with none being overfilled.

"Any beverage to your liking?" It's already night, but I'm not sure if the angels need to sleep. The fact that you are here and not with the military minister suggests that you are exploring your new home or that you are specifically interested in this room.'

"A cup of tea would be preferable to putting the words in my mouth." The demon flinches at my retort; has he seen me as someone only to take Kryos's behind? Without further ado, he turns and pours a cup of dandelion tea. It smells bitter, and getting too close can cause me to cry.

"This is the tea that will keep you sharp during this exhausting period." Drink it the way you asked." The drink goes down my throat hard, and the content is spiky and tingly in the mouth, but the minty aftertaste helps to alleviate nausea.

"State your reason for entering now that I've completed your request." He looks through my eyes, and lofty excuses like walking in the middle of the night or being drawn inadvertently by the design of the entrance aren't going to cut it.

"I'm here to prepare for the role I'm about to play." I am unfamiliar with the structure, so studying through the night is a necessary sacrifice." To him, my response is unimpressive. Words I display are just another empty promise he has seen; years of disappointment have caused him to react coldly to one's conviction.

"And what do you hope to achieve by entering this room?" And what you say, is this what you consider child play? So you're no different from him?" His statement has broken the bottle of emotion I've been keeping since coming here. This anger, which I had never felt before, appeared out of nowhere, making my words as truthful as they could be, unhinged and hurtful.

"I have never done anything so dishonoring to my contract." He has given me a role that is as important as the rest of my life. Don't think you arrived much earlier than me and dare to disparage my efforts without blinking. I'm not going to allow it, no matter how important it is for you to have broken my contract." Is Advisor going to dispose of me? His eyes glow a deep red. If that is the case, I am prepared to fight for the life I so desire. Instead, he expresses a sense of enjoyment, which I find strange. His laughter relieves the tension in the room.

" I used to think angels were a bunch of hypocrites who got caught easily through provocation. Your desire is sincere enough not to smear His Majesty's authority in mud. That is sufficient evidence for me to believe you. For the other five, I believe I may need to take a step forward in order for them to feel comfortable with your decision." Advisor sighs and drinks his tea, gazing out the window at the moon.

"May I thank you?" He is a perfectionist at this job, or that is just the relation of his job because the bookshelf is neatly organized by time and document. "Were the documents you had organized on the bookshelf important?"

"No, I'm just sorting the document by time for your convenience; this should be finished by tomorrow morning; you're here too early for me to finish it." That provocation is merely a diversion from my incompetence." Advisor admits to his past transgression, which I took as a character test to see what I truly desired.