Falling Like the Rain in Deladolpheous

5 - Letter from Mors

Yuto's POV:

I was walking towards the library, holding a book to continue my study when a sudden gust of wind hit the surroundings. The wind was so strong that it took me by surprise and before I knew it, my book was flying in the air and hit someone on the head. It was Lawrence. I quickly made my way to him and apologized for my carelessness.

"I'm sorry, Lawrence," I said, feeling embarrassed.

"No problem, Prince," he replied, trying to ease my discomfort.

"No need to be so formal with me, you can just call me Yuto," I said, hoping to make things less awkward.

"Okay... Yuto," he said, smiling at me.

I then picked up the book and continued my walk to the library. As I walked, I couldn't help but feel embarrassed by the incident. To avoid any further attention, I decided to teleport myself to the entrance of the library quietly.

Once I entered the library, I was greeted by the crowds with respect and politeness.

"A pleasant day to you, Prince," one of the librarians said, bowing slightly.

"Good day sir," another person said, nodding at me.

As I made my way towards the entrance, I spotted a table that was conveniently located nearby. Without hesitation, I took a seat and observed my surroundings. The table was made of polished wood, with intricate carvings etched along the edges. The seat was comfortable and sturdy, allowing me to sit for long periods without feeling any discomfort.

The entrance was bustling with activity, and I could see people of all ages and backgrounds walking in and out of the building. The library was a popular spot for students and scholars, and it was always busy during the day. I sat there, watching people come and go, lost in my thoughts.

As I turned around to glance at the quaint little cafe on the corner, my eyes locked with Lawrence's. He appeared to be scanning his surroundings, but as soon as our gazes met, he paused and his attention was drawn towards me. His eyes seemed to be fixated on me as he continued to observe me for a few moments. I couldn't help but feel a sense of curiosity and intrigue towards him.

I broke the eye contact and went back reading.

After an hour or so, I decided to take a break and get some fresh air. As I stepped outside, I was surprised to find that the sun had already set and the sky was pitch black. I hurriedly teleported back to my room, feeling a bit disoriented by the sudden change in time.

Upon entering my room, I noticed a black envelope lying on my bed. I was intrigued by the mysterious object, so I picked it up and examined it closely. Upon closer inspection, I saw that it was addressed to me - the name "Letter from Mors" was scrawled on the front in elegant calligraphy. I couldn't resist the urge to open it and see what was inside, so I tore open the envelope and began to read the letter.

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Lawrence's POV:

I got home early from work. Meo insisted that he would be the one to close the Fort.

After I closed the door, I blinked and saw Luna standing right in front of me, her arms crossed.

"You're early today." She said as she came back to the living room.

I went upstairs and went directly to my room. Luna then followed me. "You're not gonna eat dinner? It's gonna spoil y'know" She asked.

I shook my head and lay down on the bed. "I guess more food for me then" She replied. She threw a violet rune at me and quickly ran downstairs. I take a look at the rune and a letter is attached to it and it says "Break this if you're hungry."

As I rose from the bed, I felt the weight of my armour pressing down on my shoulders. I was relieved to remove it, piece by piece, until I was free. Then, I took off my clothing too, feeling the cool air brush against my skin. I prefer to sleep without clothes - it just feels more comfortable to me. Finally, I laid down on the soft mattress, pulled the covers over myself, and reached for the lamp on the nightstand. With a quick flick, the room was plunged into darkness. I closed my eyes and let myself drift off into a peaceful sleep, free from the weight of my armour and the distractions of the day.