Some days later, I am upgraded to be a teacher for the Young Masters. I still have my original duty to pick clothes for Third Master though.
I dug my own grave, didn't I?
In despair, I teach them to recognise and read alphabet letters. The three of them are good students. They are so smart to catch on quickly of structure and meaning of words!
Wait. It won't be long until male lead understands what I wrote for him. I have to destroy that paper!
I really dug my own grave.
I write another sentence to him in exchange for the evidence. Third Master takes my offering but returns nothing.
Fine.
When the Brothers are out, I sneak into male lead's study room to search for it. Slip in books? In the shelves? On the table?
No. No. No.
Not giving up, I search in his room next. In the pretence of organising his wardrobe, I go in there and search.
Nope.
Could the male lead know I am looking for it that he keeps the paper on himself? If that's the case, I should have seen it when changing his clothes!
My last chance is tonight!
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Alkimia ~the Chemistry of Love~
Short Story"Welcome to Alkimia, my personal library. Allow me to show you excerpts from the books I own. Do not hesitate to give recommendations, if you have any. I am a (self-proclaimed) collector, after all. Do enjoy your visit here, however brief it is. Com...
