#Chapter 43 The Request

Anila’s POV I peeked around the corner to watch Damien intently, crinkling my nose at the fact that this was the second time I was peeping on him. His brown hair was tousled, and his glasses reflected the lights high above him as he smiled at the librarian. The old man grins widely, placing a hand on Damien’s shoulder as a warm gesture. I didn’t even know the librarian was capable of smiling after my interaction with him earlier. “I need to take a look at the restricted section, Alfred,” Damien said, using his name with such a casual cadence it was obvious they were close. The restricted section was on the other side of the door behind the counter and there was a sign that read: ‘Professors only.’ However, Alfred, the librarian, fished the keys out of his pocket without any sign of hesitation. “What’re you after this time, Damien?” He stuck a large iron key into the even larger lock, twisting it as it clanked open. The door swung open revealing a small room with a bunch of books