After finishing his shift, Peter rubbed his tired eyes and headed up to his room, However, I couldn’t allow myself to sleep just yet because I had an important task ahead—bringing the hero’s breakfast.
“Hey, what’s going on? Are you still working? This one is truly a black company.” Kimberly remarked.
While Kimberly had been peacefully snoozing on my collar, she suddenly woke up and let out a big yawn.
“I still have a special mission remaining. You should rest in the room first,” I replied.
“…”
Kimberly fixed her sparkling, round eyes on me.
“It’s suspicious…”
“What do you mean?”
“Despite working after a night shift, you seem oddly happy…”
What a terrifying fairy! Can she read people’s minds?
“Barton, are you hiding something?”
Even if asked such a question, I was strictly forbidden to disclose anything about the hero.
No matter how close I am to Kimberly, it’s not something I can easily confide in her about.
“Tell me honestly. Are you going somewhere fun?” she asked.
I was completely misunderstood, but it seemed difficult to come up with an excuse.
“That’s not true at all. I’m just going to deliver a meal to the prisoner being held in the special cell,” I replied.
“If that’s the case, then I’m going too!”
Knowing her persistent nature, once she started, she never gave up. I allowed Kimberly to crawl back into my collar.
Before heading out to fetch the meal, I prepared a sheet of paper and a pen as instructed by the hero, sliding them into my pocket.
I also packed three of my favorite books.
“When You Find the Killer Bee,” “The Man Who Loved Kobolds,” and “Somen 666.”
“When You Find the Killer Bee” was a story about a man who risked his life for honey harvesting. “The Man Who Loved Kobolds” was a socially conscious novel that explored interspecies romance. And “Somen 666” was a genre called Neo-Horror, which was currently trending.
“Hey, Barton,” Kimberly whispered in my ear as I concealed the books in the inner pocket of my jacket.
“You’re taking books to deliver the prisoner’s meal?”
“Well, there are some circumstances.”
“Hmm …hey”
“What is it?”
“Aren’t you going to take your prized book, ‘The Sacred Scriptures of Love: Forty-Eight Forms’?”
“What!? Are you an idiot? That’s not a book meant to be exposed to anyone!”
Technically, it was an academic book, but its content revolved around the act of love.
If the hero were to lay eyes on it, I might end up getting killed.
Besides, it was currently considered a banned book under the temple’s orders, and there was a possibility of facing punishment just for possessing it.
Originally, it was in the Sullivan family’s library, but when it was on the verge of being burned, I discreetly concealed it to protect it.
There were a few other books that were burned, but I could only save that one.
My father never went so far as to keep banned books hidden.
If by any chance it was found by his political enemies, it could have been used as ammunition to bring him down.
In the end, to mankind, power was more valuable than books.
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