Roro: And the Last Bookkeeper of Hell
Episodes 5.1
The book of hell overlaps the pencil box that he covers with his power. Rara will definitely not suspect the ordinary book with brown paper on Roro's desk as a sacred library. He will take it like he wants to move the goods that are in the way. Don't let Rara touch her, Roro thought. His face full of sweat looked like melted ice cream.
"Rome!" Roro immediately slammed the door, no matter how all eyes were on him. The glasses lady was instantly tense. Rara really holds a pencil box and a book of hell.
As fast as lightning, Roro approached and brushed off Rara's hand clutching the book of hell. Even though the child was complaining in pain or all the inhabitants of the teacher room began to put down a sense of dislike, Roro just thought about Rara's safety. He went to great lengths to simply keep the book of hell away from Rara.
"Master .. is that okay?" No, it was Roro who had to say that. Is Rara okay?
"When did you hold the book?" Quietly, there was water from Roro's hand resting on the book of hell. The power again enveloped the sacred object earlier, hiding the distress. He looked at Rara with sharp eyes.
"D-from earlier," he answered looking down in fear. Rara's face was pale as if conscious of Roro. The eyes decorated with emerald green irises also shrunk slightly, perfectly rounded. He cannot corner a beloved figure. There was a whisper that required Roro not to be cold towards Rara.
"Please enter the classroom," said Roro quickly pack the items scattered on the table. "Keep the pencil case on my desk."
Rara according. The girl came out from here along with Roro who was sitting idly looking at the sacred book. He doesn't think out. Rara, an ordinary man, was not hurt from the book of hell. Is it possible that Rara is the figure that Roro is looking for? Cannot be.
Roro tried to go back and forth his book, I don't know what he observed earlier. His mind was always on Rara. If Rara was the one, how would Roro have to persuade her favorite disciple to turui her wish?
"Return it." Roro got up from the chair to seize the book. "That's my diary," he told a lie.
"Well, you're really like grandma, yeah." The slim-bodied female teacher giggled then looked at the ordinary book in her hands. "Gue open ah."
"The book can't be opened!" Subconsciously, the way Roro stretched his hand forward was the key to fusing the power that enveloped the book of hell. Slowly the object glowed red before propagating into the hands of the jail teacher. Fortunately Roro clutched his hand, simply channeling his strength and hoping that the heat from the book of hell subsided. Yep, that red light vanished as she screamed in pain. Roro can breathe a sigh of relief. No burn.
"Other times...." Roro violently snatched the book of hell from him. "Don't just take someone else's stuff."
He was silent, fearing. He did not speak a word in front of Roro. Just step back and let Roro get back busy with his thoughts. The bespectacled woman was still focused on her strange book.
Is Rara really that guy? Question after question seemed to disturb Roro's sanity. He can't teach now. Roro's attention continues to be about Rara who is not hurt when holding the book of hell. If Rara is the replacement for the young man who died, then Roro must quickly convince him.
Steadily, Roro took wide steps towards the classroom. Highlight his eyes began to sharp, full of the typical cold of the deep sea. The color of the iris is no longer emerald, but as close as the bottom of the trough.
Rara should be in his grasp.