Eshyrieette meets a mysterious Wonderfull Man
In the hallways, Eshyrieette paced, muttering to herself.
— "Zezestia always overdoes it… skipping class won't get me in trouble, right? I bet they won't even notice…"
Without looking ahead, she bumped into a man and dropped her notebook.
Perfect white hair, amber eyes reflecting an icy calm.
The formal academy uniform was a professor.
For a moment, Eshyrieette's heart stopped beating.
And without Zezestia, she couldn't even speak— "Oh, well… I, um… I… I I I I I'm just lost! Yes, um, yes, um, yes, I was looking for classroom three, you know, the one for…" She couldn't finish her sentences, she froze.
The man handed her notebook back, then immediately stared at her, not smiling, but with a sort of mild curiosity, almost amused.
His voice was deep and slow, as if he were thinking aloud. "Making up stories is a dangerous art, young lady. Those who lie too much end up forgetting the form of truth."
Then, a person's voice was heard calling him yukimori shibata venga yukimori shibata.
Eshyrieette remained still, unable to respond.
He took a step back, his gaze still fixed on her.
"But I won't say anything about our meeting. Lies, after all, need an audience to survive."
The man left the girl with many doubts and worries and vanished around the corner.
Eshyrieette stared at the spot where he had disappeared, a shiver running down her spine.
"What a man… incredible… but who was he?"
She ran a hand through her hair, her face blushing.
—"Yukimori Shibata…" I've heard it before.
I'm sure her name is Yukimori Shibata. It's like a forbidden melody.
