Jun, Rosalie, and ...?

"Jun?"

At this moment, I can not believe that there is another unknown visitor in my place. I have to admit that I have not paid attention to the person who sits next to the childish girl. I repeated the last word that I heard incidentally.

"Rosalie, I think that you have to keep an eye on your bakery during the event, don't you?"

"I am here to find Jun. Do you see him?"

Rosalie stands there and looks around the hall. She is not wearing the usual clothes that she is covering while baking the bread at her store. The surprising thing is her unmake-up face. In my mind, something unexpected happened, and she hurried to run to this place, into a slight rain outside.

"You can go ahead and find that guy in the library. Maybe he is talking to the owner of this place with another friend of his." I answer, but she asks me to go along with her.

"I am so sorry, but I have to finish my kinds of stuff. You can go inside by yourself, can't you?"

"Whiskey, I know that what I request your help with is strange at this time. I absolutely can explain the reason why, but not now. Everything you need to do is to go and find Jun and the girl coming along with him."

I ask her that what will occur whether I don't do that.

"You don't believe in me. However, you have to know the truth that I am the only person who can explain what is going on. You can not ask anyone else about the parcel except me."

I stand still after listening to what she said. I can not say that I am not curious about what has come up for many recent days. Nevertheless, I do not accept the fact that I can figure out the secret without any challenge. I believe that there is a plot twist of all the messed up things.

I decide to come back to that room instead of creating many questions in my head, but it is too late. Rosalie goes faster than I do, and she immediately closes the door as well as she enters the room. I can do nothing except standing outside and trying to listen to the conversation between Rosalie, the instructor, and two strangers.

"What are you doing out there? Are you trying to mess everything up?"

"Pardon, guy. The one who is making a mess is you. If you didn't try to return to this town at this time, nothing would come up."

"You are spoiling to me, aren't you?"

"I am not spoiling anything to anyone. I am telling the truth."

I hear a loud bang interrupting the argument. Maybe it comes from the walking stick of the aged guide.

"This is the time. Are you postponing?"

"You are almost dying, and everything is nearly out of time. Therefore, you have no business to decide any detail of this stuff."

"How dare you to say such a thing like that with the tutor of mine?"

I shout and bang the doorway. I never and never stand still to hear someone humiliating the most honourable person I have ever known.

"The rat appears. Welcome to the palace which is not yours."

After that sentence is a loud laugh of the arrogant girl, she stares at me and points her index finger at me, as I did with her in the morning.

"You have to know that what goes around comes around. You must be more respectful to me than all of what you have behaved since the first meeting."

"Let me help my person return to her private room. And then, you have to tell me what problems with my behaviour to a kind of person like you."

Then, my teacher and I go out of the noisy atmosphere. While walking along the way to her room, we talk about the first time we have met on the naval boat, which was more than five years ago.

"I know that I owed you my whole life, ma'am. All the things I have done after that event is just what I need to do."

"Can I ask you a favour? I think that you will not refuse any of my favours at once."

"You know what my answer is. That is a pleasure to do anything for my tutor."

"Would you mind taking care of my daughter?"

I ask her whether Rosalie is the child of hers, but she shakes slightly.