Fate\/World Novel Chapter 3 - III

Chapter 3: Chapter III

This ’eting’ with a seemingly nice, if not a little quaint, old woman had been sothing of a humbling experience.

In a simple exchange of words, my intentions for this life had been reduced to a bravado, the sort I’d expect from a sudden 3 am burst of motivation. Then, that bravado had been thoroughly disassembled, leaving

entirely lost for words.

"What happened, boy?" Inorai cocked her head with a faint smirk. "You seem a bit... lost."

It wasn’t a challenge. I knew it wasn’t. It sure as hell felt like one though.

It annoyed . It made

restless and angry. How could it not? In a single mont, all I had going was stomped on by my own instincts. I was mad at myself, I realised. Then, I made a decision I wouldn’t call wise at all.

"Fuck instincts."

I was going to live without inhibitions this ti. I’d died twice already for fuck’s sake.

All these people with the strange energy appeared extrely eccentric anyway. I’d fit right in.

"What’s that?"

"Nothing," I shook my head before whirling around on my chair to really face her. "A million’s a bit far-fetched. I’m just happy to have soone to test it for ."

I decided desperation would never guide my actions. Be it for wealth or whatever else.

Momma didn’t raise no conman.

With a curious hum, Inorai took the dusty chair I offered her and began fiddling with the keyboard as I listed out the basics. When it looked like she’d be able to play by herself, I stomped over to the fat librarian still ignoring we existed.

"I’m going to fucking strangle you, traitor."

"What was I supposed to do?!" He half-whispered, half-shouted, "That’s one of the twelve lords! Do you want

to disappear? I have too much to do in life."

I looked him up and down. Then to the left and the right.

"Clearly."

He narrowed his eyes, a gloved hand over his beer belly. The dick’s double chin looked like he was part man, part frog.

"You look like your whole wardrobe ca from the discarded pile in a junkyard. I’ve seen holess people with better clothes." He quipped back with a huff, "I need the credit, you know?"

"This was my father’s..." I murmured. Well, it belonged to Henry’s father.

"That explains a lot."

Quietly, I glanced over my shoulder to see Inorai was still busy with my iteration of flappy bird. Then I pointed at his belly, "At least, I don’t look like I ate my father."

He didn’t deign to respond, just huffed and turned his head aside.

Only then did I rember my real intentions for coming to him so, like a gentleman, I cleared my throat to draw his attention. "Okay, I think we got off to a bad start."

"You think?"

I took a deep breath and leaned on the table between us, putting on a sickeningly sweet smile.

"You said she was one of the twelve lords?"

"That’s Lord Valualeta, you know? The head of the departnt of creation? I thought you were one of hers with those eyes."

He talked like it was obvious for everyone to know what that was. All I was able to put together though was that I was in so weird version of Harry Potter. The departnt thing really drove my thoughts ho.

If that was the case then that energy I was analyzing was magical in nature. I was just going to go with mana then. Still, there were a little too many unanswered questions for

to have any reasonable and complete assumption of my new surroundings.

How was I supposed to find out more?

"Is there so kind of book about this stuff?"

"What stuff?"

"Magic?" I mumbled out quickly.

"I wish. Would make my life a lot easier." He laughed like I’d said sothing funny. "You’re one of us New Agers then? Why didn’t you just say so?"

What the fuck was this man saying? What were all these terms?

It suddenly beca necessary to approach this with an even more open mind.

"Yeah, I’m definitely that," I nodded as wisely as I could.

He narrowed his eyes again, then sighed, "They have the real things all locked up so you’ll have to do with..." He tilted his head in thought. "Well, we have so manuscripts from the Aurora Aureae. That’s Ordo Herticus Aurora Aureae, in case you didn’t know. The Golden Dawn. And let

see..."

I definitely understood every word that ca out of his mouth.

"I can sneak you a bit of sothing from the Liber Al Vel Legis. Other than that you might like so of Helena Blavatsky’s stuff. She made it simple enough."

In that mont, my expression could not have been more deader. I did not know the words but I knew he was naming books. I loathed reading more than anything. Practical experience was way better.

But then again, exceptions could be made. Like when real magic(?) was part of the equation.

Again though, practical experience would trump it. I needed to get soone to show

sothing magical. I was willing to wager these eyes of mine would help a lot in that situation.

"Ooh, trying to get so extra knowledge in?"

I barely stopped myself from lynching the old woman who kept sneaking up on

randomly and gave a begrudging nod, lowering my clenched fists. The librarian was quick enough to abandon

for the oh-so-interesting wall again.

"Yes."

"Always a pleasure to see. Might I suggest enrolling in Lord El-lloi II’s class? His approach is curious but always produces excellent results." She peered over my shoulder with her creepy eyes.

"I don’t know how to."

"You need not worry about that," She smiled. "I quite enjoyed that little ga of yours. And since you refuse paynt, I will personally have the arrangents made. All you need to do is go to the London Museum. I’ll have soone wait for you there."

...It appeared not conning people had its rits.

"Thanks?"

Whether or not this was a good thing was still up in the air... but damn was it exciting.

"Oh it’s nothing, Henry. I expect great things of you."

I watched in frozen silence as the old woman floated out of the library, humming a strange tune all the way. Once she was gone, I slowly turned to look at the librarian.

"How the fuck did she know my na?"

"That was one of the Twelve Lords." He just repeated his earlier words like they explained everything.

Hmm... Did twelve lords an twelve departnts of study? And all those terms sounded an awful lot like things from my university days. The separate research material only served to reinforce the notion.

Had I just unknowingly signed up for school?

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"I don’t get shi-"

I was slapped over the head with a folded newspaper by Ellie, Henr-... my adorable little sister.

"No bad words in front of children." She complained with one cheek puffed before returning to her howork.

"So it’s okay if there’s no children?"

"No but it’s... mmm..." She searched for the words, narrowing her little eyes. "It’s badder."

"Badder isn’t a word."

"Is too!"

After the strange encounter at the library, I’d all but bolted ho with a few books in my hands. Since then, all I’d done till now was read the thick tos over and over again. Well... single pages multiple tis on account of understanding nothing at all. Sowhere along the way, Ellie had asked permission for sothing and a little while later, she’d co waddling out of the bedroom with a little baggie in tow claiming that we were going to do our ’howork’ together.

I didn’t have the heart to tell her I had no howork... or that her constant questions were distracting .

In the end, it mattered little. I had read through the transcripts of the Liber Al Vel Legis; "The Book of Law