Forbidden Knowledge Vol.1 (Marisa Kirisame X Male Reader)

Chapter 3 - Whispers of Wealth

Marisa stared at me, eyes wide with disbelief, her mouth slightly agape. She looked utterly dumbfounded, her arms crossed, but the way her fingers drummed against her sleeves gave away the fact that she was processing everything I had just said.

After a long pause, she finally broke the silence with a half-hearted scoff. "I knew my English was patchy, but this is ridiculous," she muttered, shaking her head.

I sighed, running a hand through my hair. Okay, let's go through this again.

"Right," I started, taking a deep breath. "I'm from the Library of Alexandria."

Marisa tilted her head, her eyebrows raised in mild interest. "The actual Library of Alexandria?" she asked in broken English. "Lost, what... hundreds of years ago?"

I shook my head. "Not lost. Hidden. The knowledge it holds is too dangerous to be left out in the open."

She raised an eyebrow, still sceptical. "Sure," she muttered, clearly not buying it. "And what's so special about your library then? What books are there?"

"All of them," I replied simply, watching her reaction closely.

She blinked. "All of what?"

"Every single book to ever exist and every book that will ever exist," I said, my voice steady. "Every story, every legend, every bit of information you could possibly imagine—it's all there."

Marisa's eyes widened, her body stiffening. She took a small step back and bumped into the counter, her hand gripping the edge as if to steady herself. Her face went pale, and for a moment, I thought she might faint.

"All of them?" she repeated in a shaky, high-pitched tone. She licked her lips, her hands trembling. "I... I can't—there's no way..."

I nodded slowly, understanding the weight of what I was telling her. "It's true. All the knowledge of the world and beyond. That's why I'm here."

Marisa stood there, trying to make sense of my words, but her disbelief was clear. I decided to try something. "Here," I said, pointing to one of the spellbooks on her desk. "Pass me that book."

She eyed me warily, but after a moment, she handed it over. I opened the first page, my fingers gliding over the parchment as the contents rushed back to me. "This spell on page six—it's a basic fire spell. And on page ten, there's a barrier spell. But on page twenty-two, you made a mistake. You crossed it out, though."

Marisa snatched the book from my hands, her eyes darting between me and the page in disbelief. "How the hell did you know that?"

"I told you," I said calmly. "Every book is in the library. I remember seeing this one."

She huffed, clutching the book to her chest. "I didn't give permission for anyone to copy my book. I want it back."

I glanced at the pile of spellbooks she had written, taking one and flipping through it in a matter of seconds. I set it aside and reached for the next, repeating the process.

Marisa blinked, confused. "What... what are you doing?"

"Testing the dialect," I said absently, finishing the last book. "Japanese... I think I've got the basics down."

Her jaw dropped. "What?" she demanded, her voice rising in pitch. "No, no! That's not how it works! You can't just read a few books in seconds and, boom, know a different language! That's... that's impossible!"

I sighed, setting the last book aside. "It's one of the perks of being the guardian of the library. I can read the contents of any book in mere seconds. Although everything was just translated into English, I never had to worry."