The Library Seirune

Chapter 20: Favour

Chapter 20: Favour

I really didn't know what to think. Mr Herring seemed too nice a person to be the one who Ethan and Dimtri were talking about. He asked how I was, and we talked of various things in life. The whole time, Ethan was being ignored, except for when Mr Herring told him to meet him up at the office three days later so that the paperwork could be done.

At first, his kindness to me made me dropped the will to try to speak with him so that he would change his mind. But then, when he suddenly popped the topic on changing schools just like that, with a stern face and tone, and of how down Ethan looked after that, I was able to increase my determination. I didn't know why, but I just really didn't like it whenever Ethan looked like that, just like how he did when he talked of his dead mother, and that night at the dormitory when his father called. It might be because I felt like he was like me; even though both of us have parents, it felt no different from not having them at all. Besides, seeing his sad face wasn't something that I was used to.

I didn't see Mr Herring during dinner, nor lunch the next day. In fact, I didn't see him at all on the second day. It made me lose my patience. I wanted so much to get this over with so that Ethan's father would come to terms with him and accept the fact that Ethan wasn't the one at fault.

However, I was truly flattered by all the dresses that kept coming in. So far, within two days, I'd already received a total of five dresses and a few jewelleries. And I was able to use the opportunities I had to ask the maids who brought them in whether I could meet him. No such luck.

It seemed as though all they could say were these words: Master is currently busy at work. It annoyed me to the maximum. But I hid them well whenever I was around Ethan. I didn't want to do anything that would agitate him. There was no way I was going to give him a chance to tell me to back out. I needed his confidence as well. What was the point of doing this if the main character didn't want to take part in the plan?

But the time with Ethan was indeed very vivacious. We spent much time enjoying ourselves in the facilities, such as bowling, badminton, and even walking around the place and chat, something that had become one of my favourite pasttimes.

On the third day, I got even more worried. I would have to leave the next day. If I didn't, I was sure Mrs Cramrey would phone my parents -- something that I really wanted to avoid. The mid-year examinations were something else entirely. I didn't really care whether I got a go or not. Furthermore, if I wanted to speak to Mr Herring, it would have to be before he called Ethan over to his room.

But I finally had my chance. 

Another maid was knocking on my door, and I knew at once that another dress was coming; it was going to be the eighth one. And sure enough, when I opened it, an elegant, sleeveless, black dress with roses sewn on the strap was lying loosely on her lower arms.

I smiled forcefully, took it from her, and thanked her. However, just before she could get away, I asked her the question. She looked slightly troubled, but told me that she would come back to me once she'd gotten his consent. This means that Mr Herring is here, right? That lightened my mood a bit. In full speed, I donned on the dress that he just sent, and when the same maid came knocking at my door again, I wanted so much to jump for joy, but of course I held myself back. Levira did giggle a little uncontrollably though, and the maid gave her a weird glance.

The heels that I wore made irritating 'klocking' sounds as I followed the maid to the second floor. My heart beat quickly at the thought of finally getting on to the main mission. I was excited, but at the same time, nervous. What would happen if what Dimtri said really came true? What if I did make things worse after that? Would Ethan really leave for the overseas school just like that without resistance? Question after question entered my mind incessantly, and when we finally reached the door to his home office, it was now or never.