Menceritakan tentang Rayci, si gadis cantik dan jenius yang dijadikan budak oleh Rendra, si badboy yang berperilaku seenak jidat.

juga menceritakan kisah mereka ke depannya bagaimana.

Selamat Membaca.

This book is dropped; aka THIS WILL NOT GET ANOTHER CHAPTER AT ALL!!!

So basically I became Severus Snape. And I don't plan to become Even close to the pitiful creature that he was. Nope, I am gonna Rule this stupid world

It's been one of the normal days of the author. Like always he just been thinking and dreaming about oppai in his house. Now been a time of break while doors been open and some people come inside while taking him out and throwing at the car and going somewhere. While observing what they are doing he has been knocked out and after some time wake up by pail of cold water. 

A: what is happening?

R: questions

A: f so you find me now

R: yep now you will be answering questions 

A: ok what you want from me

R: why only one chapter a day

A: I just don't have the motivation to write more of it. Sometimes I wish to take a break of a few days but I'm going with word that I give to myself chapter a day. While I have more motivation to write more I will but it's impossible now.

R: when it will end 

A: We are at almost the end of 3 arcs. It will end after that charity event

R: how many arcs will be here?

A: I will not tell.   

He said and some of the tomatoes go to his face. While seeing it he only looks at them. Seeing this they move a light to his eyes while saying: how many arc

A: ok I will tell 9

R makes it faster

A: not I will write as I want 

R: will you go premium if you could

A: yes money is the best way to motivate me but we are just too low in ranking

R: ok now tell us if we need to wait for something there

A: yep action will come soon, ekhm soon in arc 5 but when I will write it idk we will see

R: some of us want to know who he is this unnamed person who shows up some time ago 

A: secret and u will found out at some time not soon hahaha 

R: from where you have an idea of it 

A: one more time secret and only a few people know and I will not tell

R: last for now and most important what is the full name of Greg 

A: ah this you will know fully at 6 arcs I just don't want to tell you this but one of my friends who read it know. Pls don't look at our conversation and don't tell them 

While taking him back message come from then they read it: "will the other book be the beginning of this book or a whole different book??"

A: ok my new book is called Three Tycoon Sisters. Its new book that I'm writing. 5 chapters of it been uploaded a few hours ago. I will try to upload it daily but idk how it will go

Hearing him they take him back and place in a dark place with only a laptop and words "write" 

Hearing them author only shows them his tongue and starts watching Jojo and in free time he is writing

Greg moved to America after his heart had been broken by his only girlfriend. 
He had the option to work from home (as an anonymous streamer) but all he did was reminisce about his first and only love that had been with him for only a short while.

The day before an interview to TBC Company, he saw an accident and not thinking Greg rushed to the scene to save any survivors. 

That’s when he saw an Sophia walk out of the car and faint. Since his phone was dead he couldn’t call an ambulance but he could at least offer mouth to mouth resuscitation. He didn't know that he took her first kiss and she inadvertently fell in love with him.

Will Sophia repair his broken heart and restore his faith in love? Join the roller-coaster.
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I felt cold. Something cold was pressed against my skin or maybe I was lying on something cold. I tried to move, but my feet and hands were cold and numb. My eyes felt achy and heavy, I blinked them a few times before finally opening them. My eyes adjusted to the dullness, and I realised I was lying on the floor, of some dimly lit room. A candle placed on a table, not too far from where I lied, was the only source of light in the room. 

I made an attempt to rise up from the icy cold floor. My body was sore and weak and I stumbled for a second or two before gaining my balance. I walked over, slowly towards the table. With every step I took, I felt like heavy weights were tied to my feet. My legs hurt, my hands were cold, my breathing was laboured and my head was spinning. I felt like all the energy was drained out of me.

Somehow I made it to the table. I raised the candle to look around. Before me was a bookshelf that reached up to the ceiling of the room. I turned around to find bookshelves running along the walls of the room, except for one wall. That one wall was blank, no doors or windows on it. I realised I was in the middle of an enormously huge library, which seemed to have no exit.

The library was dark and gloomy, scary and cold. I turned around again and again, in the hopes of finding an exit but there seemed to be none. I panicked, my firm heartbeat was growing erratic, and my breath was coming out heavy. I did not happen to have claustrophobia, but here in this very moment, I felt the terror, the fear of being trapped inside this dingy room. 

Suddenly I heard a scraping sound behind me, I turned, my mind was on full alert. I saw a book sliding out of the shelf on its own, my body froze, the book fell on the floor the next second. I jumped in horror, in fear. How did that happen? 

I picked up the book from the floor, something was written on its cover. I brought the candle closer to the book. 'Sasha Marie Grayson' my mother's name, was engraved upon it in golden letters. I kept the candle back on the table and held the book in my hands. I opened the book, the first page was blank but suddenly some words in scarlet ink started appearing on the thin paper out of nowhere, 

F I N N  M A R S H A L L  F I N N  M A R S H A L L  F I N N  M A R S H A L L  F I N N  M A R S H A L L  F I N N  M A R S H A L L  F I N N  M A R S H A L L  F I N N  M A R S H A L L  F I N N  M A R S H A L L  F I N N  M A R S H A L L  F I N N  M A R S H A L L  F I N N  M A R S H A L L  F I N N  M A R S H A L L  F I N N  M A R S H A L L  F I N N  M A R S H A L L  F I N N  M A R S H A L L  F I N N  M A R S H A L L  F I N N  M A R S H A L L  F I N N  M A R S H A L L  F I N N  M A R S H A L L  F I N N  M A R S H A L L  F I N N  M A R S H A L L  F I N N  M A R S H A L L  F I N N  M A R S H A L L  F I N N  M A R S H A L L  F I N N  M A R S H A L L 

The scarlet words kept on appearing on the page until it was completely filled. The words looked like it was someone's name. 'Finn Marshall', it read. 

I turned the page and same set of scarlet words started appearing on the other page too and then on the next one and it continued. I tossed the book away in horror and took a few steps back. 

All of a sudden, the ground began trembling. The rumbling vibrations left the whole library shaking. I lost my balance in that moment and fell on to the floor. The wax from the candle accidentally fell on my skin, scalding it. It hurt, but it wasn't something that bothered me. The ground was still shaking and so were the tall bookshelves along with the books they contained, the whole room was trembling wildly. My heart was pounding faster and harder in my chest. Terror ran through my veins along with blood. I was frightened, my mind was perplexed as to how and why this was happening. Books started to fall out of the shelves and the room still quaked, it felt like the whole room was about to collapse. 

I gathered every ounce of strength in me to get on my feet and looked around the whole room, in hopes of finding an exit, when suddenly my eyes landed on that blank wall. A door that wasn't there earlier, stood intact on the wall. A sigh of relief, washed over me, a gush of energy pumped through my veins. I started running towards that door, the room still quivering, books still falling from the bookshelves, but I didn't care, all I focussed on was the door and making out of this room safely. One of the books hit my head and made me stumble a little, but that did not stop me from closing the distance between me and the door. I ran like fury and finally made it to the door. I opened it and walked out of it. 

I woke up. Panting and drenched in sweat. My heart was still frenzy. It was a nightmare, an extremely vivid one, the one people wish they never had in their lifetime. 

It was still dark outside and here I was wide awake from the nightmare. I tried to sleep again, hoping I would fall asleep soon, but I didn't. Fragments of the nightmare kept flashing behind my eyes. But somewhere between recalling the nightmare and focussing on my sleep, I felt asleep. 

                                     * * *

The next morning, after breakfast Grace was waiting for her cab. Her hair hung down her shoulders, slightly curled at the ends. She was dressed in a white turtle neck sweater, black pants and a pastel pink trench coat over it, along with the black heeled boots. 

"Kat" Grace broke the silence as she dug into  her bag, "I want you to have this." She took out a black casket out from her handbag and gave it to me. 

My mother's initials were inscribed in gold on the casket. I opened it, it had a silver chain tucked inside it. 

"It's beautiful" I said, examining the chain in my hand.

"It's your mother's bracelet." Grace said, "You should have it."

"Is that a parting gift?" I giggled. 

Grace smiled, "Sort of."

She took it from my hands and wrapped it around my left wrist. It was a plain and thin silver chain bracelet that shone against my pale skin. 

"You should wear it all the time ..." She paused, "It goes with everything." She adviced.

"It's beautiful Grace. Thanks for this." I said as I admired it. It was really matching with the black denim jacket I was wearing today. 

"I'm afraid, I'll lose it?" A thought brushed my mind and I blurted out. 

"Well... You don't lose it." She said, "It's your mother's and you wouldn't want to ever lose it, would you?" She looked me straight in the eye. To me it felt like she was serious about this one, like she wanted me to wear it everytime while she is gone, like my whole existence depended on that thin sliver on my wrist. 

"Of course not." I said. 

"Call me everyday, ok" She said and hugged me tightly for a second and then she was gone. 


With a dazzling personality and a mysterious dark aura, Lucas is someone who fascinates Katherine and she can do nothing other than being inexplicably drawn towards him. But there is something about him. Something he is keeping from her with his clever replies and sarcastic humor. Something that would change everything for Katherine.
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How would you feel if your true identity has always been kept a secret from you?
Katherine Grayson was in trouble. A presence is looming over her since her childhood. To add more misery into her already messed up life, a series of unrealistic events leaves her traumatized. Amidst all the chaos, she gets to learn about her true identity. It turns out she is a witch from a very powerful coven. Now a new set of challenges and adventure awaits her. Will she be able to prove her worth?
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This book involves fantasy, thriller, suspense and of course romance. We have savage characters, a scaredy-cat, a charming sweet character, King of trolling and a character with God complex. More interesting characters will be introduced as the story progresses.

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Excerpt 1 ,
["Nice bracelet." He traced a finger on the bracelet, momentarily touching my skin. The hair on my skin rose and I shuddered under his touch. I immediately drew my hand back. "It looks good on you .... Katherine." He complimented and his enchanting gaze seemed to bewitch me.

"Thankyou" I said, without even giving it a second thought. Immediately I wanted to take that 'thankyou' back. Thank you? Of all the things I could have said, "thankyou" was the worst. I didn't want Lucas thinking that I liked his compliment. It didn't take much thinking to realize that he was trouble, and I had enough trouble looming, no need to invite more.

"And I prefer Kat." I corrected, realizing that he had called me Katherine earlier.

"Why not Katherine?" His gaze looked appraising.

"Cause it's boring." I answered and turned towards the chalkboard.

"I think it's beautiful." His reply caught me off guard and I turned sideways, he was still staring at me intently, with those dazzling charcoal grey eyes.]

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Excerpt 2,
[He shifted in his seat and his eyes met mine. "I believe there's always more to everything than it meets the eye." He was inclining towards me now. "Do you not believe in witches?" 

"I don't. . ." I lied. "They only exists in folklores and myths." I added to make my lie more convincing. 

I noticed his lips turn into a smile but it faded away the second he looked at me. 

"Are you sure?" He raised an eyebrow. "Do things out of blue not elevate your curiousity?" 

"They do." I replied. In fact, everything happening lately had my curiosity skyrocketed. 

"And have you ever tried to find answers to those questions? If you do find the answers. . ." He leaned in closer. "I bet you won't be disappointed." He was unnecessarily close, his husky voice went straight into my ears. 

He shifted back in his seat and put his hands behind his head. There was a smirk plastered on his lips and for some reasons I had a feeling that he had challenged me to some mysterious quest.]
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Hey guys! Thanks for taking the time to consider reading this book! This is my first book I have written on here. I originally written this book on WattPad, but I got a offer to help expand Webnovel's platform. I am more familiar with WattPad. I barely joined Webnovel today after I got my offer. So im quickly adding all these chapters on here. 
C O P Y R I G H T   D I S C L A I M E  R
This is my work, my book, my ideas. Please do not try copying my work when I have worked really hard on this. This is copyright of 2020.
W A R N I N G
Warning this book goes over topics like: Abuse, Cancer, Fighting, Ethnicity, Family. If you do not like any of these topics maybe this book isn't for you. 
U P L O A D I N G
I probably would be uploading one chapter per week due to my online school. School is always first and I hope you understand. Uploading day would be everytime I come up with a new chapter. Probably around 6:00 pm. (Pacific Standard Time)
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Hope ya'll enjoy this book.

Started: November 6, 2020
*DISCONTINUED*
17 year old Sierra Puzo is a normal teen? Not. She gets abused by her father. Her brother left to Kentucky for college. Her mom died when she was young due to cancer. Her bestfriend is a teen mom but she doesn't know. She has a gay bestfriend. She wants to go into boxing to protect herself and hopefully make a career out of it. She meets a boy on the way.
Little do they know they are good for eachother.
Will she be ok?
*I suck at descriptions really bad so I hope this description didn't throw you guys off.*

{ D E S C R I P T I ON }

A pair of best friends who know every single detail of each other and are ready to get a bullet for the other. An unrequited love of an awfully cheerful guy. The rivalry between the town's two of the most important schools. A girl's life which is filled with bullying and abuse. The scariest guy of the school falls for the hopeless girl. Popular queen bee crushes on a nerd. 

Can all of these scenario happen at the same time? 

It can, in this story. 

                     { W A R N I N G }

If you are Homophobic, Sexist, 
Racialist, Raciest or gets triggered on topics like self harm, eating disorder, 
sexual abuse, please refrain from reading this book. 

                   { R E L A T I O N }

Alexa and Katie - The story has a slight adaption from this Netflix Series. 

               { I N F O R M A T I O N }

Started : July 12, 2020

Completed : 

             { A U T H O R 'S N O T E }

As Wattpad Readers, we all have gone through this phase of bad boy and the nerd and best friend falling in love story. I have a fair share in that phase. I have literally read a twenty books in that genre and I had this unsettling feeling that the book could have a greater ending. If I am right, you guys would have thought a different ending for very friends falling in love and bad boy stories. Yeah, that was an encouragement. I wanted to present an extremely different view on "friends falling for each other"and the stereotypical " Bad boy only loves Innocent Nerds". So, I hope this book will give you the satisfaction of a good read. 

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Let's imagine:

A pair of best friends who knows every single detail of each other and are ready to get a bullet for the other. An unrequited love of an awfully cheerful guy. The rivalry between the town's two of the most important schools. A girl's life which is filled with bullying and abuse. The scariest guy of the school falls for the hopeless girl. Popular queen bee crushes on a nerd. 

Can all of these scenario happen at the same time? 

It can, in this story. 
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Thea and Xavier, a pair of demented, crazy-headed, eccentric and captivating friends. These two may look a little block headed and naive but they become cunning when the other one is slightly hurt. 

These two have survived their first sixteen years of their lives, without a worry at the Rivergreen High. One year is left for their school life to end. They thought it wouldn't be a big struggle but who knows what can change in 365 days.

 Little did they know, the last year was gonna change their whole life.

He scratched at his beard with an annoyed expression.

"Seven-o-clock? Who in their right mind wants to attend a lesson at seven in the morning?"

In the fangled corridor was, wearing a crisp brown jacket with a white undershirt and a green bowtie, a teacher staring at his new schedule. A wooden charm hung out from his chest pocket with 'Rekter' inscribed on it. The schedules for students were carved in Dousala wooden screens for easy reference and the schedules for teachers were placed on a mist screen. Both of those common objects, plain as they appeared to be, were enchanted to update regularly.

Students usually did their homework or research on the table, which meant they could refer to the screen easily. Teachers could see the mist screen whenever they walked in and out of the hundred and thirty-five degree angled corridors to their rooms. Essentially, it was easy for information to be transmitted since the timetables were found on objects that were interacted with on a daily basis.

But most lessons did not start as early as seven. Six was a time for breakfast and half-past six for prayers and piety. Depending on the student and the type of magic they studied, as well as the gods they worshipped, their prayers could vary drastically from a moment-long silent prayer to a large-scale ritual that would require hours. Therefore, lessons usually started at nine to cater to the students in the normal stream curriculum.

Yet he had lessons with a single student at seven on both Wednesdays and Thursdays which invalidated that custom.

R: (You can't be serious. I'll have to consult Bertund about this tomorrow.)

Rekter pondered over his newly-updated schedule.

R: (I really don't want to wake up this early in the morning just to entertain this. It's for a single student, too... I'm used to not eating breakfast, but a schedule like that practically screams that they're forcing me to wake up early for these two days.)

He scratched his head rhythmically, formulating a plan of action for the new conundrum. The student's unique requirements offered various hints – In practice, the students to fill those roles were ones with a very selective range of spells or ones who simply disliked others' company.

R: (Or it could be that this particular student has a tendency to disrupt conducive learning. So it's my turn to take these kinds of problem children, huh? The best idea I can come up with now is to give a crash course for this kid's class. If I can make this kid study at the rate of a few lessons at a time I'd have more time to myself.)

There was nothing saying that the teaching schedule had to be confined to a singular subject or lesson a day. If the students showed promise, they could simply attend and participate in a test immediately to prove their mettle on the spot. Rekter's eyelids sunk and his brows furrowed as he tried to manipulate fact as best as he could.

R: (I should be careful so they don't catch me using 解.)

After reviewing the schedules of the other teachers that may expose the ploy, Rekter headed towards his room and brushed the dust off of his clothes. Unlike the students who shared a singular tank of water to bathe with at the dormitory bathing space, teachers had access to personal bathrooms with water that could be scented to the teacher's preference.

For the most part, hygiene was the main factor to consider. There were also teachers who required the use of medicinal baths to cleanse their bodies properly. Rekter wasn't one of them, but the Selkpine-scented water was a luxury few could enjoy. He grabbed a towel hanging from a rack on the wardrobe and headed to his bathroom, thoroughly savoring the bliss of being a teacher in the academy.

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The clicking of hard leather soles on the floor could be heard from outside the classroom. Rekter wanted to set up the room before the lesson began, but when he opened the door he quickly realized someone was already inside.

The boy had disheveled charcoal black hair covering his head thickly. He was in school uniform and he looked about eleven or twelve years old. He was also clutching a large piece of cloth- Or rather, a makeshift bag in his hands tightly, and his shifty eyes coupled with the scrunched shoulders made him look nervous and edgy.

R: "Who are you? What are you doing here?"

The boy turned his head over to look at Rekter slowly in a very stiff manner.

K: "I... I'm Ka-... Ka-Katachi. Kotsuba Katachi."

R: "And what business do you have here?"

The child quivered a bit, hesitant to reply.

K: "I'm... I'm here for a lesson at seven, but it's... It's kind of dark in here."

The signs indicated that he was foreign to the lighting system, unaware that a symbol had to be drawn on the wall-mounted panel to activate Soltak's magic. That summed up to a definitive conclusion – He's the student Rekter was assigned to teach, and a new student to boot.

R: (I was expecting someone more vulgar. Some mouse-like pipsqueak he turned out to be.) "Look over here. You can draw this symbol on the mounted panel to switch the light on, and this one to switch it off."

Rekter switched the mead to his left hand and demonstrated the actions to the boy. Strangely enough, Katachi seemed to be easily fascinated by the panel on the wall.

R: "Let me introduce myself. I am Rekter Bluo. I specialize in Sha'koth spells and magic related to the trickster legend. As you can see I'm dressed as Yurvik, one of Sha'koth's many impersonators. I will be your teacher for this class. So, since my schedule doesn't say anything about what I'm supposed to teach you, why don't you introduce yourself as well?"

Teacher schedules did not divulge the lessons conducted on the first day to encourage ice-breaking between the teachers and students. Other than that, depending on the nature of the course selected teachers were either to conduct a lecture on a specific topic or assist in study sessions for the children to do their own research. With that said, the arrangement of the lessons was not for them to decide.

The administrative department had the final say regarding the personnel to accommodate the respective students. But from that alone, it was quite easy to gauge the lesson based on various factors like time, the number of students, the location as well as the orientation of the classroom which the lesson was held in; to name a few of the many hints. Should one be perceptive enough, everything could be manipulated to one's advantage... At least, to a certain degree.

The boy looked away for a little bit and replied diffidently.

K: "I... I am Kotsuba Katachi, and I'm ten this, this, this year. I, I came to Sage Raufid's to... To... Learn more about the... The 'Curse Words'."

Rekter's face paled.

R: (He already introduced himself earlier. He's meek and cowardly in nature, but how could a child so timid even talk about the Words of Power so openly?) "Did you just say 'Curse Words'?"

The boy nodded briefly and turned his head away immediately after.

R: (Unbelievable. A boy his age actually knows the true name of the Words of Power.)

Rekter gulped his mead down and put the cup aside. His expression turned grave as he quietly cursed the administrative staff for their antics.

R: (Damn it. Teaching a Word of Power is as good as suicide. Don't they know that?) "Okay. But before we begin our lessons, I would like to scope out how much you already know and then we can work from there. Is that all right?"

K: (So he's gauging me from the get-go, huh?) "O- Okay..."

R: (He seems to lack confidence... I should be careful. If he truly knows the Words of Power and he's just feigning his stupidity, then this will turn out really unpleasant. That seems really unlikely though.)
K: (Let's try something generic, like how I used 'Curse Words' on purpose just now.) "Uhm... To- To start with, the Words of Power are originally called 'Curse Words'. But... But during the hunt for them, the name sounded too... too- too ominous, so they changed the name to one more suitable."

The stammering act was docile and convincing at the same time. As expected of a child who lived his life in fear and seclusion, Katachi could pull off the act without a hitch.

K: "But its true name is a Curse Word, but, but-but-but knowing it in... In the mind is enough. Knowing it is called the Curse Words is enough for it to activate its true potential and heighten its precedence levels, or so... Or so the book says."

The boy trailed off, looking down so much his head was almost detachable. Rekter stared at the boy in astonishment.

R: (To even know the term 'precedence levels'... Simple kid 'just learning' about the Words of Power, as if. Are they serious? He could potentially be just as good, if not better than I am.) "Where did you learn of this, boy?"

K: (I don't think he'll buy the story immediately, but just maybe... Let's see how he reacts.) "There... There is a library at the church near... near my house, I often hid there and took it as a secret spot. I stumbled upon the bamboo book by pure accident, honest! But then... But then, there was this yellow glow inside the book and the next thing I knew, this... This thing was on my hand..."

R: (Seriously? He picked one up by sheer chance?)

Rekter considered and weighed the possibilities of his recount.

K: "... Mister Rekter?" (Good. He seems distracted. This is a good chance.)
R: (This boy found a Word of Power inside a bamboo book?... Then, whoever was reading the book probably had that Word of Power on him before he was killed and it must have slipped into the book. But if that's the case, where and when was this person killed? Why did nobody else take the Word of Power inside the book? Was he killed with the intent to take his word, or by other means? How did this boy stumble upon the book?)

Rekter thought long and hard on the subject, furrowing his brows.

R: (Had the bamboo book always laid there on some crate or the floor, just waiting for someone to pick it up? Was that library in the church never used again because someone died there?... But, what if he's lying? What if this kid knows exactly what he's doing and he's trying to eke out my sympathy?)

But the suspicion was short-lived.

R: (No, no. That can't be. He has flitting eyes, his fingers are tense and his lips are apart even though his jaw's closed properly. His actions are quite shy and his hands are unstable, which means he's passive by nature. There's no way he's actually that evil to have murdered the actual owner of the Word of Power and claimed it for his own. How would a kid do that anyway, even if the Scholar were asleep? He must have picked it up or something.)

K: "... Mister Rekter."

R: "Ah, apologies. I'm fine. So, you learned quite a lot about the Words of Power already, huh."

The boy sheepishly nodded.

R: (One final push. Any sign of animosity, and I'll take him out right here.) "Let's try something more practical. I want you to use that Word of Power on my cup over there. I'm going to try and understand how much you know about this magic in a practical."

The boy silently nodded and looked over at the cup. The words 固定 formed on the cup, and the 固 slowly faded away.

R: (定?... So that's his character. He didn't even hesitate when I told him to reveal his word, so he's clearly on the gullible side. Good. This is a good chance for me to scope out his abilities! 溶解! Dissolve object – Cup!)

A faint whisper echoed in the back of Rekter's head and the words 溶解 formed on top of the cup as well. Both words faded off at the same time in less than a second.

R: (What!?!... His precedence level is equal to my own!?)

Rekter stared at the boy with a dumbfounded look printed upon his face.

*** ***

K: (He didn't notice it. That's good.)

Katachi waved the teacher goodbye. With a few breathless gasps, Rekter dismissed the one-student class.

R: "You already know more than enough... You don't even need to attend any of these lessons. You pass with flying colors. The class is dismissed."

With a determined frown on his face, Rekter left the classroom. At the very least, he didn't seem to notice the little trick Katachi pulled. With the only subject he signed up for aborted by the teacher voluntarily he had free time to spare. It was only a quarter after seven, yet to optimize that freedom from henceforth was the real challenge.

K: (I'm surprised it worked as well as it did. He dropped his guard after I placed my 定 immediately, so he was probably worried that I was scheming or something. It's his oversight for not realizing my own interest in scoping out his Precedence Level.)

There was plenty of time to spend in the school, but what was the point of idling in a place where children busied themselves learning something easy? In that sense, it was not abnormal to see some of the students about, forsaking lessons and devoting themselves to their personal study of magic instead.

K: (Bael is usually at the library around this time... I guess I should start by tidying the place a little bit.)

Katachi grabbed a tiny duster and found a stepladder in a nearby closet. With only one thought in mind, he walked onward in the magically enchanted halls.

K: (Let's clean the area and learn the school's layout. Take me to a janitor's closet.)

(This may be a difficult read. Reason: There's no real urgency or plot-driven deadline.)

Kotsuba Katachi sets off on a journey to collect magical sigils known as the Words of Power. The journey won't be easy or straight-forward though.

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R&R

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