It was gone. Her books were stolen, and with them, the translated coordinates. Everything she had worked on for days had vanished.
The only ones who frequented her room were Blanca and Anora. No one else came in here.
She had quickly gone to the matron, Blanca, who gave a nervous and defensive reply, insulting Celeste for not being careful with her belongings before she stormed off.
Sweet Anora looked almost confused when Celeste brought it up; she couldn’t even suspect her in any way.
Now, the book’s disappearance left Celeste stumped. She sat with her head hung low, barely attentive to her surroundings in the library while Anora piled up volumes around her.
The library had become their meetup spot—one that people hardly used, though her encounter with Syzar here was still fresh in h
