Secret Admirer; In The Land Of Fairies
23. Ann Kirby

What would you do if a stranger knew your name, and then suddenly he said you didn't deserve to be in a place you haven't even been there for a week? Of course you'll be angry, won't you? The same thing happened to me.

"What do you mean?"

Just contact that question hacking through my mouth. I who was just curious about him now looked at him with a sharp look. I don't care about the people around me. After all, it was still too early, not many students filled the school hallway.

"That's just a small warning, Miss Schulz. Outsiders should not set foot on this sacred ground," said the platinum-haired girl as she approached me. Her delicate but piercing voice then whispered, "You're too despicable."

I instantly widened my eyes. I never felt this emotional before. Even when the shrill voice of that girl's annoying laughter and her friends were taken away with their bodies, I was still too shocked to simply respond with speech. All of a sudden I felt trembling in my clenched hands. Absolutely inexhaustible, characters with antagonistic properties that I usually only find in films and novels, I just faced directly.

"Miss Schulz doesn't have to think about it." A low volume sound was heard. When I turned my head, it appeared to belong to the glasses girl who was still standing near me. The girl smiled gently at me. "Yes?"

Those words made me a little calmer. My shoulders dropped and my cold sweaty hands weakened, although there was still a lingering feeling and I did not like it at all. I tried hard to get rid of it and focused on the girl in front of me.

"Thank you." I forced a laugh, was changing the atmosphere again to be more cheerful. "Oh yeah, what's your name? I'm Kimberly Schulz. Even though you already know my name, we haven't met in person."

I raised my hand and asked him to shake his hand. Embarrassedly, the girl then wanted to grab my hand.

"Anastasia Kirby's. But people often call me Ann Kirby, Si Culun." he said with a sad ending. "Class 2-Diamond. Nice to meet you, Miss Schulz," he continued, looking timid.

"You're not geeky. And don't be so formal with me. Just call me Kimberly. 2-crystal Class. In exchange, can I call you Anastasia?"

Anastasia looked surprised, but for a long time happiness emanated in her sparkling eyes. The girl nodded cheerfully.

"Of course, Miss Schulz. Uhm. Excuse me. I mean, Miss Kimberly. Kimberly... It's nice to meet you. I'm so grateful," she said happily.

"You're overreacting, Anastasia," I said kindly.

Then I realized that the number on Anastasia's locker was the number after my locker. One-five-seven. I immediately realized that the locker I had been looking for was near me.

"Wow what a good coincidence. Turns out our lockers are next to each other," I said as I reached into my blazer pocket.

I can hear the faint sound of Anastasia laughing. It was only when I put my locker key in and was about to turn it around that I realized Anastasia's movement was stifled. When I turned my head, the girl seemed to gasp with something behind her own locker door. His face was pale.

"What's up, Anastasia?" manyworry.

The girl shook her head slowly and forced her smile before then opening her locker door wider. I was surprised when I saw the locker. Inside the locker Anastasia was filled with scribbles with bad and inappropriate words that were all aimed at the girl. Several names like Ann-Kirby-Si-Culun were there. The objects in the locker did not even escape the target.

"I'm sorry it's ruining the view. This is very embarrassing..," said Anastasia lethargic.

"Who did it?" just pissed.

"It's okay. At least my things here can still be used." Anastasia took a few thick books from there and checked the pages. Although she looked sad, I could see relief in her slight smile. "Fortunately my book can still be used. There's no scribble in it."

"Why did they do this to you?" I said with emotion.

I did not hear an answer from Anastasia's mouth, which I found only her pinched lips and a small sash. Realizing something about the girl, I rubbed her shoulders gently.

"I can share a locker if you want. Meanwhile, clear your locker first. They could have done it again" I offered.

"It's okay. They won't do it again, maybe," he said hesitantly.

"They do it often?" ask again.

"This is my first. And as I know, one person will only be bullied once" he replied to me.

"Are you okay? I can report to the teacher for you" I told Anastasia.

"T-no need, Kimberly. I'm afraid you'll get in trouble later," Anastasia said in a slight panic.

"But-" my words were interrupted. Again, I saw the girl's head. Anastasia then held my hand gently.

"Thank you for your good intentions. Really am. I thought the people from the city were unfriendly, it turned out that I was wrong. Besides being beautiful and fashionable, you are very kind" she said sincerely.

I blushed a little, then smiled back at her warm smile. The praise from Anastasia flattered me. Whereas when compared to the women makeup with striking clothes in McReych, I included ordinary girls with a style that is classified as standard in the city. Perhaps because the Fairille High School uniform had a set that was quite difficult to modify (just a dress, a crop blazer, and a ribbon on the chest), I just played a hairstyle and wore lacy socks.

"Modics? I don't think our clothes are much different" I said, looking at my clothes and the girl's clothes.

Anastasia then laughed a little.

"Don't you remember me greeting you in front of the teacher's room when you were wearing city clothes?" asked Anastasia enthusiastically. This conversation seemed to get the girl excited. I almost forgot that just a moment ago he was being treated badly by someone. "It looks like your school uniform. I like it so much, so fashionable and sexy" she continued.

Perhaps what Anastasia meant, when I first came to this school in my old uniform. It is true that compared to my current uniform, my old uniform is modern and stylish. Moreover, her skirt above the knee made her look sexy.

"Once again you're overreacting. But thank you, I also love my old school uniform." I'm a little miss the mix-and-match clothes I wore when I was going to hang out at McReych. "Oh. You were the girl that time, it turns out. I recall. I'm sorry I left when you greeted me" I responded.

"Uh-oh. N-no. I should've apologized because I greeted you all of a sudden. You must be surprised. S-that moment I wanted to meet you, so, so-" Anastasia said. He suddenly stopped his words and his face turned red. Then hurriedly closed the locker and locked it. "I-I have to go return the book to the library. Bye."

Instantly I remembered that I had to go to the infirmary to get my bag left behind. I just nodded and waved at Anastasia's departure. After that, I focused on my own business. The locker that I had removed I finally opened. However, something attracted my attention when I put the textbook there.

The locker wasn't completely empty, apparently. There's a piece of paper that I'm quick to get. I didn't think of anything until I realized it wasn't plain paper, but old parchment like I found among the pages of the rule book Emily had given me. The beautiful Latin writing created a great bang in my chest.

...'Princess Kimberly. I hope you are always filled with happiness. Although I can only look at you from a distance, believe me, I will always protect you....

^^^From your prince.'^^^

I also looked around to see. There were not many disciples wandering in the hallway of the locker, nor was there anything I could think if one of them was the sender of this letter, whereas many pairs of eyes were looking at me. My attention then returned to the parchment sheet and once again, I read the contents.

Who is the sender of this letter? What was the purpose of sending this kind of thing? Was that someone just playing me?

I touched my chest, and still I felt an irregular heartbeat there. May I wish for the presence of the prince who always pays attention to me? I poked my lips, feeling more and more convinced that I should find the sender of this letter.

As I was swept away in the daydream, someone called out to me.

"Miss Schulz. Are you well?"

As if I had not escaped the lure of the letter-sender, I turned my head reluctantly. It was Leonal Ordt who then stopped right in front of me with a worried expression. His hands touched my arms, and the man seemed to be checking on me.

"Yesterday after the Borsche brothers broke up, I heard that you passed out earlier. But suddenly you disappeared. The three of us were looking for you and got word from the hostel guard that you had returned to the dorm room," he said suddenly, as if understanding the question that was about to come out of my mouth. "Are you okay now?"

"Ah, I-it's okay, Mr. Ordt," I said a little confused, but I was undeniably happy to get his attention.

"Thank God. I can calm down now," Leonal said sounding more controlled.

That guy's genuine smile seemed to melt me. Especially typical of the beautiful prince of fairyland whose characteristics are in the stature of Leonal Ordt. I was stunned to not even notice that the guy's fingers were stroking the little braid on one side of my head, then playing a honey-like haircut before hooking it behind my ears. With such a close distance, I forgot that we were still in the hallway of the school.

"You're getting pretty today. If only you were my daughter's master."

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