History at the Library

Chapter 87

She couldn’t see ahead, so she had to slow down. She groped for the railing and focused her attention on the tip of her feet. As the eyes got used to the darkness, the basement door dimmed at the end of the view.

It was a pretty antique design for a taboo cellar door. It’s a door in the Grand Duke’s mansion, so of course it is. Looking at that, there was a hope that it would be okay to open it. Vivian grabbed the doorknob with trembling hands.

There’s always someone who dies when things are going well. I can’t believe it’s me.

She looked behind her back and there was no one. There seemed to be no thriller-like direction where someone suddenly grabbed her shoulder. Feeling thirsty, she turned the doorknob a little so as not to make a sound. Klock, tick.

Klock……… it was locked.

I’m guessing so.

Vivian sank into the seat with a deep sigh. It was because her legs suddenly became weak. Of course it’ll be locked, she doesn’t know why she’s so nervous.

She pulled herself together to some extent and looked down at her sweaty palm. It was when she was wiping the skirt roughly and stealing the sweat from the door handle with her sleeve.

Grrrrrr…

She heard the obvious cry of the beast. Vivian turned pale, solid as it was. If she was a weak person, she would have already fainted with bubbles in her mouth.

Does he have a dog?

Wolf? Lion? Leopard?

She escaped from her icy state and replaced all the cries of the beast she knew.

For that sound, the echo…

It was like thunder. Is that the voice of the same creature? It was amazing that she hadn’t heard this sound in her life. After a moment of contemplation, she listened closely to the door. Silence. She didn’t hear anything.

It was crawling down the stairs, but it was an instant when she went up. Vivian rushed up the stairs as if she were being chased.

After coming up, she checked that no one was there and started walking down the hallway as if nothing had happened.

What the hell was that? Was it auditory hallucination? Is it auditory hallucination?

God damn it, she can’t ask anyone this.

Stomping, her steps towards the bedroom slowed down over time.

She can’t ask. All her life, no one, the door to the basement has been locked for granted. She felt depressed when the fear subsided to some extent.

“Is it obvious?”

Bluebeard had handed over a package of keys to test trust, Vivian didn’t even get tested.

Aiden told her not to ‘go underground’, but it was locked for granted from the very beginning. Like she can’t believe it. As if she had never believed it.

She didn’t see him long enough to build trust, and it was wrong of her to open the basement door freely, but she couldn’t help but keep drooping with gloomy thoughts.

Vivian was disappointed.

She doesn’t know what she is disappointed about in the first place, but she was.

“What the hell is this?”

Her self-indulgent mind made her even more disturbed. There was no difference between him, who did not trust Vivian, who somehow tried to check the basement of the mansion, and Aiden, who locked the basement door tightly.

We’re not really lovers anyway, so they want information on this side and novels on that side.

No, trust is the most important thing in a contractual relationship.

Vivian tried to rationalize quickly, but concluded that a contractual relationship does not have to reveal all of his faults. She didn’t tell Aiden everything either, did she?

Oh, I don’t know. I have a headache! Do you just ask me out loud and clear?

What is his identity as the Grand Duke of Black?!? However, if she received a reply that avoided answering from him, or a refusal to say that she did not need to know, it seemed like it would hurt just as much.

I mean, why would it hurt?

Wasn’t it light-hearted? She doesn’t even understand her own mind. Vivian calmed down the confusing thoughts and pointed to her forehead.

“It’s night time, so I feel like I’m getting more useless thoughts. I should go to bed because I must sleep.’