Aeon Nether & Idol Effigy

Chapter 72- Cookies

The wooden administrator pointed at a pair of seats near the outer edge of the cafeteria. The seating arranged in the cafeteria was clean white like the floor speckled with off white shapes. Next to the seat's was a glass wall with windows that opened from the inside of the cafeteria to the outside where a small garden made mostly of grass was laid out neatly.

"I'll be over there." continued the administrator's voice.

Another nod was given in reply to him before I walked to the back of the three person queue. Queuing didn't take much time and by the time I'd picked up a fish zinger burger with some fries alongside a salad and a good sized bottle of orange juice, I noticed that the line behind me had started to file outside of the cafeteria. I then walked with my tray of hot food and a packet of cookies to the seat opposite the wooden administrator.

He seemed busy with a black floating box in the air, so I didn't interrupt him and began eating as quietly as I could. Most of my attention was on my meal, but I did notice when Felixe came down to sit next to me. It was something that caused a slight pause in the administrator's eating and work. As immediate as the pause was, it was immediately decided to ignore that Felixe chose to sit next to me.

It took another few minutes for the other two administrators to come to sit next to the wooden one and discuss some business related to their new university life. It was brief. When it was over they chose to stay seated, strangely enough.

Instead of what the wide berth of space the people who were watching us gave us in order to watch someone other than themselves be killed again, no one died. The wooden instructor did take my cookies, a trigger of mine that made me try to stab him with a butter knife that I hadn't used.

"Why did you take my cookies? Do you have a habit of stealing cookies? huh? Did you come here running from the cops?" My immediate questions came spewing out of me as I glared at the perpetrator with narrowed eyes.

Said perpetrator guffawed at my questions. "Are you an idiot?!"

My bottom lip trembled and my eyes watered slightly. "You're my teacher! You're not supposed to bring that to people's attention." The second half of the sentence was brought down in volume a bit to hide my confirmation.

The wooden administrator pinched my cheek lightly. "Ah, sorry! But you shouldn't be eating cookies." His words were stern, even when he realised his mistake.

"Why not?" Confusion marked my words.

"I did some background on the show before I came on."

"What does that have to do with my consumption of cookies?"

"You bled haphazardly while robbing someone's dungeon that they were going to give to the person who would change the dungeon successfully."

"Like you said, the dungeon was won fairly by myself." I stopped there, still confused.

"Did you miss the part where you bled over a dungeon someone was trying to get rid of? Can you for one second of your pathetic existence care about yourself? No cookies. I'm not lenient enough to lecture you and think that you need no punishments."

"Couldn't you have told me beforehand? The cookies will be wasted and the dessert options will probably have been all taken due to my slow eating pace." A frown was present on my face once I accepted his punishment.

"Oh, when did I say that only not being allowed to eat cookies is your punishment?"

"Are there any more punishments?" It was a rhetorical question that I asked. At the same time I looked at the place I'd be putting my dishes at soon.

"Give me your notes from today's lesson."

My face paled slightly. From his expression, it seemed like my fear brought him some pride. I sighed and reluctantly gave them to him. Whether he purposefully changed the topic didn't matter much to me.

"I was going to review them and rewrite them to help me remember them better when I got back to my dorm."

I excused myself before he opened the diary-like book that I'd made from flattening dungeon plants into some kind of leather and paper. I used one of the sticky notes that was in a large leaf shape to bookmark the new lessons in the inter world that I had with him.

He opened the notebook slowly and spread it in front of the other two administrators that seemed to be looking over curiously. Before I could complain again the wooden Administrator started questioning me on today's lesson.

"When was law considered as a necessity in the language of the inter world? And Felixe, be sure not to help her."

My eyebrows slightly scrunched together trying to remember. "Law became a necessity after the language was used as a language."

"Elaborate Aeon. Elaborate."

"By how much?"

"Elaborate as much as you can Aeon, even the knowledge you had that I didn't tell you will be useful."

My hands twiddled in my lap. "A god didn't know. They said they can't know. Another asked what they didn't know. No answer was given, but their mouths moved to say the words, 'I'm sad and I just don't know anymore. Nor do I want to know more.'

"It was taken badly when people of lesser existence heard. And when it was pointed out that the words weren't meant to be known to them to any extent that used understanding as a delivery tool to them, the new gods rejected the very notion.

"After that many disputes occurred. Many were recorded like the dispute on language that no one really knew about, but all heard one word that was said, never remembering every word. A context or thought problem maybe. It was some time during these disputes that the old god's ascended into true god hood and the new gods proclaimed that they did not.

"Then the first of the lower species stepped forwards, not backwards or staying stationary as they often did and were known for. So existence looked upon them. 'A pattern needs to have taken place' was one of the many phrases an existence said before a consensus to experiment was brought forward. From then on species all learned to walk and gods grew to fall, rise or sit.

"A second existence that I didn't know was born. This one had an entirely different rhetoric. This time the person stated that he didn't feel emotions. At that time it was said the inter world became a language. It was a period where mistakes were more acceptable in the light of lack of something that language needed, but never really required.

"After many spoke in more than a phrase that only had one word that could be heard, they grew and it became plausible as a language. But they said that the inter world could not be understood and was full of unknowing. Eventually law was needed. Not rules that oppressed the language and taught the false language. But law that was known enough to discuss the inter world."

Finishing my spiel with heavy breathing emanating from my lungs and a drop of sweat dropping from my face. Oh, it's blood. I healed myself quickly, but it didn't seem to heal. The fairy tale explanation I'd pieced together as a child in that dungeon with the inter world watchers seemed to have a high energy and inter world language requirement.

Felixe's hand and the wooden administrators touched my shoulders to restrain my actions.

I frowned again, stating, "I didn't explain it well.'' It happened often, but this time it was more than a simple sentence.

"You're still not allowed to eat desserts or cookies." Stated the visually unperturbed Wooden Administrator. Although I couldn't tell with his mask covering his face.