Tamin sat at the library reception today.
Unjudged by his appearance as to whether he was still relatively young or much older, Tamin, of an age unknown, immediately dropped his eyes on the book he was reading again when he saw Almark and Ain, who had slipped in from the back of his glasses.
Almark and Ain meet her small and enter the browsing room.
It's lunch break, so several students are reading the book at their desks, but there's no Almark's discerning face in it.
The two walked straight through the browsing room and stepped into the general library.
The library was deserted.
"Well, what kind of book do you read?"
Ein follows behind Almark as he says so.
"Don't you have a book to borrow?"
"I don't even have to look for my book. I already know where it is."
Ein says so with a clear face.
"I'm here looking for an old heirloom or a legendary book."
To Almark's words, Ein looks unexpected.
"Heritage? Is that what you like?"
"No, say you like it"
Almark points to himself.
"Almark, it's my name."
Walking between the bookshelves, Almark talks.
"Someone told me I saw this name in old literature. So, I'm interested."
Then I think of it and ask Ain.
"Ain't you smart, you know that? What comes up with the name Almark?"
"Well."
Ain tilt his neck.
"You've never heard of it. If that's the case, why don't you ask your teacher?"
"Yeah, you are. Well, it's personal."
Almark smiled.
"I'll check my temper myself."
"Looking for the origin of my name."
Ain't got a funny face.
"What did your parents say?
Almark shakes his head.
"I've never heard of it."
"Right."
When Almark stops in front of the inheritance shelf, he chooses two books from which to take them.
"I'll take this and this."
"It's on the brink of something that I heard you talk about today."
With that in mind, Ain came back with a book, wondering if he'd disappeared into the shadow of the bookshelf. That seems to be the book Ein wanted to borrow.
"I'll tell you what I know, too."
"Thanks"
Thankfully, Almark remembers the story of Morgen in the morning.
"Speaking of which, I asked Morgen this morning about this library,"
That's right, I'll preface it and explain the magic book story to Ain.
"Have you ever heard of this?"
"No."
Ain shakes his head.
"First ear."
But the licence seems pleasantly broken.
"But if you're going to say it, I know it. It would be a blend of our class."
That's the first name I've heard of Almark.
"I don't know a student named Brens. Sure, Morgen said he asked a pair of guys."
"The Brens like to flaunt the nasty stories that our Ficke or every three pairs of Coren have appropriately begun to say with a tail back strap. Well, I'm sure the real story about the Brens is about Morgen at your place."
"Morgen is pure."
Ain't laughing funny at Almark's words.
"It depends on whether it's pure or bad"
"It wouldn't even have been decided to be a lie"
But Ain shakes his head.
"It's generally predictable."
"Prediction? I can solve the mystery of this story"
"Yes. Just talking about your best friend gives you an approximate idea."
Ein says so without incident, pointing to the window in the library.
It's a lighting window, not that big.
"This general library. Without windows, it's too dark and inconvenient, so it's good to have windows for lighting."
Next, point to the bookshelf.
"Sunlight hurts the book. So I guess it was originally designed to have very little light coming out of the window on the bookshelf, but now it looks like this."
Daylight falls through the window on Ain's fingered bookshelf.
"Increase."
That said, Ain looks around the library.
Almark is also marked to view the library.
"You'll see. I got more books, so I built more bookshelves. Because of that, a sunlit bookshelf came out"
Bookshelves are different shapes.
"I've noticed a lot. That's great."
Ein smiles at Almark's words.
"The increased bookshelf is slightly different in shape from the original bookshelf. It's all those bookshelves where the sunlight hits hard."
A row of bookshelves lined up in the dark and a row of bookshelves in the sun.
Almark can also see the subtle difference in the shape of the bookshelf.
If you ask me, it does seem to have been added later.
But what does that have to do with the magic book story?
I look at Almark with an inconsistent face and Ein says it looks fun.
"You don't seem to understand. Shall I give you a hint?"
Almark nods.
"Please."
"Honest and nice. Right. Fox meso. Oliharamabi cariso. Shall I say another thing?"
Almark raised his voice blocking Ein from naming two plants and trying to name more.
"It's photoaccumulative."
Well, Ain keeps an eye out.
"What you mentioned is a plant that has a photoaccumulative effect."
"Correct. You've just come to this academy and you're studying a lot."
Ein nods satisfactorily.
"Both foxes and oligarchyma bicari sows are grasses that, during the day, store the sun's light in leaves and exude it at night to glow"
I mean, Ein says.
"Pigments containing probably such plants in the raw materials were used on the cover of that magic book and the dot. That's why it started glowing at night after being transferred to this bookshelf in the light of day. I've pigmented it, so I guess the light emitted is very pale to such an extent that I wouldn't notice it if I had lamp lights. You can only notice the moment it gets dark because of that."
To Ein's words, Almark roars.
"I see."
"Oliharamabi cariso will not be used for book pigments because it also emits heat with light. I think there's a good chance of a fox."
Ein says so, looking at a relatively new row of bookshelves in the sun's rays.
"So well, if that story is true, the book is somewhere on the bookshelf around here that can store light during the day. Morgen says," Come around sunset and you'll soon find out. "
"Logical. That's great."
"What? It's not a big deduction."
With that being said, Ein doesn't seem to be a good idea either.
Almark tries to hit him with another question.
"But what about the story that if I read that book, my soul would be plucked?
"He (...) is."
Ain answers instantly.
"hi (...) be (...)?"
"Yes. I told you earlier. I don't know if it's a back or tail, but the blends stuck together to make the story interesting."
"Hmm. I guess so."
Ain't laughing funny when he sees Almark roar in his arms.
"Are you coming back for confirmation in the evening?
Almark shakes his head.
"No. I can't come because I have a tutorial for Dr. Illmis."
"Right. I have business in the evening, too. But because of that, I want to make sure."
Ein nods alone after a few thoughts.
"Okay. Let's let Ficke come. He's always free."
"Do you mind if I make my own decision?"
"It's okay. He's in my class."
Ein gives a glimpse of the dignity he occasionally shows in the shadow of his casual personality and answers so.
"Let him come to Ficke in the evening. I'll let you know as soon as I get the results."
When Ain says so, he leaves the library like this is the end of the story.
Almark followed Ain with a small shake of his head after a brief look at a row of sunlit bookshelves.
The next day, early in the morning, Almark's room door was knocked.
There is still a long way to breakfast time.
When Almark opened the door, Ain with a rugged face stood.
"Ain't it? What's going on, early this morning?"
"Almark, thank you. I have a sweet spot."
Ein says so with a rugged face.
"Huh?"
"Last night, Ficke was found falling inside a general library. He's not hurt, but he's unconscious."