TL: Etude Translations
Kevin, since taking up a part-ti job as the administrator of the Royal Archives, diligently worked for several days.
In his free ti, he voraciously read the various books in the archives. Except for so private royal records, most of the books were accessible to the staff.
He had expected the place to be crowded, but it was quiet over several days, suggesting that the royal offspring weren’t particularly studious.
However, this suited Kevin just fine as it gave him more ti to study.
That day, his supervisor assigned him a tedious task: transcribing an old, slightly damaged scroll. Kevin worked from morning till noon, his wrists aching from the effort. The supervisor demanded precise, neat handwriting without any smudging or traces of corrections.
This was tough for Kevin, who wasn’t a professional scribe. A single mistake would render a whole page useless.
By noon, having completed only a fifth of the work, his stomach growling, Kevin decided to take a break for lunch.
Standing up, he sighed looking at his morning’s work: “If only we had a printing press here.”
“A printing press? What is that?” A female voice asked from nearby.
Soone had arrived?
Kevin looked towards the door.
A cute, charming girl had walked in.
Kevin politely asked, “May I know who you are?”
The girl proudly introduced herself, “I am Vivian Dias, the granddaughter of the current Pri Minister, Duke Dias, and cousin of Prince Felix. Bow to .”
“Hello, Miss Vivian,” Kevin greeted her respectfully with a bow.
“Do you need anything here?” he asked.
The girl pouted, “Hey, you haven’t told what a printing press is!”
“Oh, sorry,” Kevin quickly explained, “A printing press is a machine that can easily print text on paper using a type of ink called ink. Once the text is laid out, it can be bound into a book, eliminating the need for manual, laborious copying.”
Vivian, intrigued, pondered and said, “Interesting. If such a machine exists, wouldn’t all scribes be out of work?”
“Perhaps,” Kevin shrugged.
The Pri Minister’s granddaughter frowned, “You’re not fooling , are you? If such a machine really exists, why haven’t I ever seen or heard of it?”
Kevin hastened to explain, “This machine was only invented a few years ago in Ordo, far away. It might take a long ti to reach Gabella.”
Vivian gasped in surprise, “Ah, it’s my aunt’s country… indeed quite far.”
Then she muttered, “Hmph, such a great thing, and it’s from Ordo.”
Kevin thought to himself, “There are many more wonders in Ordo you haven’t seen.”
He picked up a notebook used for recording, sowhat boastfully saying, “This type of paper also ca from Ordo.”
Vivian ignored him, looking outside sowhat displeased, and called out, “Miss Coleridge, weren’t you coming here for so work?”
Only then did Kevin notice another person nearby, dressed as a court lady. Recognizing Vivian’s call, the lady slowly approached, and Kevin felt she looked familiar.
As Miss Coleridge ca closer, her face covered with a light veil, Kevin could see her features clearly.
A beautiful face was his first impression.
Then he was surprised to notice her white hair, even her eyebrows were white.
Moreover, the lady’s skin was a normal, milk-white color, not indicative of any condition Kevin knew of.
Kevin found it fascinating. He had seen people with black, blonde, brown, and red hair, but never a young person with completely white hair. He had heard rumors of Count Grayman’s female advisor having green hair, but Kevin had never seen her.
Noticing Kevin’s bewildered look, Miss Coleridge seed accustod to such reactions and didn’t appear displeased.
She gently reminded him, “Mr. Administrator, I’m here to return a book.”
“Oh, sorry, I’ll take care of it right away.”
Kevin hurriedly searched for the lending record.
“Please sign here.”
Vivian, watching Kevin, disdainfully said, “Humph, n are all the sa.”
Just as Miss Coleridge was about to hand the book to Kevin, she suddenly exclaid, “Wait!”
Snatching the book, she flipped through it roughly, causing Kevin to wince.
After flipping and shaking the book, finding nothing, she tossed it onto the table, leaving Kevin confused about her actions.
After the procedure was completed, Miss Coleridge, smiling, said to the Pri Minister’s granddaughter, “Miss Vivian, will you continue to follow ?”
“Of course!” Vivian’s eyes widened. “I’ll keep an eye on you until you slip up.”
“Even though I don’t know why Brother Felix trusts you, my intuition tells you’re up to sothing, hmph!”
Kevin watched them with a wry smile, sensing so discord between the two won. Though he didn’t know the specifics, it seed like the kind of subconscious rivalry that sotis occurs between beautiful won.
Miss Coleridge smiled resignedly, as if dealing with a petulant child.
“Then co along, I have a lot of work to do.”
She turned elegantly and walked towards the door, with Vivian following her, pouting.
However, in the mont Miss Coleridge turned, Kevin caught a glimpse of her expression.
Cold, indifferent.
It seed to match her silvery white hair, giving off an icy aura.
Could her gentle words and smile have been a façade?
Wait, Kevin rembered Vivian’s words – Brother Felix? Wasn’t that the Emperor’s eldest son?
Kevin had t the Prince when he first entered the palace with his ntor and senior.
There was a court lady with him then, and it seed… it seed to be Miss Coleridge.
No wonder she looked familiar.
“Sigh, I better fill my stomach and get back to copying those books!”
Shaking his head, Kevin pushed the thoughts of court politics, familiar from novels, out of his mind and hurried out.
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