Morning but banging loud sound already everywhere. Bang! It's simple as that. If you don't open the door by time, I lay my eyes on it, sorry of no avail, I will smash it. Kaylie's principle. That's why for him it's was just as simple as that. 4 a.m. Morning exactly has come yet but dawn has. This one-day examination day robbed him of 1 hour sleep. Regular, he wakes at 5 a.m. but today he woke at 4 a.m. A revenging for himself is a must. Even though, he fully understands, he only does this job once in a year. And that once job in a year is today. And he fully understands why the school only asked him to do this once in a year. Basically, the only reason why money wasted up quickly to the drain of waste is him. The school knows well of how well he treats school property. The day he gets to see how the little kids school worked hard bringing up lives. The conclusion he gets from observation in one day they're lazier than him. If not, then you're supposed to wake before the moment before I wake, come and bang your door down. The day he gets to show his authority as leader of dorm. Also, the day he was super lazy. Why not ask him do this the day he's hardworking? That day didn't exist. The super lazy day is wonder of super hardworking day. Why? Just a click of fingers he'll at he wants to be. Some people just lose their voice from screaming too much for him to appear just like a ghost unattended.

One incident, one male student just keep screaming his name while trying to help the cat on tree but Kaylie sudden appearance it makes him think he's doing something bad behind his back saying 'I didn't do anything. I swear I didn't do anything. I swear it.' Kaylie just sit there enjoying the show under the sky and shade of tree. Lucky, he brought a book. Now one cat on tree but now together with that student both of them stuck on the tree. They just got down after Kaylie sit there quietly.

He gets the legs walking from another floor to another. The headmaster perched; it was a good exercise in the morning. Retorting back, this is only asking him to aged faster. He's 16 on the road to grow up more on slow pace. One needs a good sleep to grow up. Others don't complain much see him as described as sleeping king because they see him as bibliophile king. Most students praises and no one would complain if you're sleeping after hard works reading books. Kaylie is renowned for his genius in many matters and who would dare to say anything if they see him sleeping?

It's because if you want to know something, find someone who reads lots. They'll tell what they know because no one will go to person who only sleep, never read.

Walking along in aisle of opened doors made him thinking how much the guys should compensate him for waking up while the guys still snoring loudly in deep sleep. The headmaster told all the students to open doors before sleeping in case Kaylie bang it down. Even though, he only does it once in a year.

He gets nothing from inspecting the how boys' lives.

The scroll falls on his head. He picks it up. What the…! He looked upstairs. It's morning and he shouldn't get upset but the clench on scroll shows upsetting feelings very much. Now which bastard playing scroll? He run upstairs.

Reaching upstairs, come the face who's the more he wants to avoid, more the person will be bumping into him.

"You, why don't you sleep too?"

"Then, why are you waking up early?"

"I wanna see once in a year how ugly you're when you're sleeping."

"I have seen it. Yours. The ugly ways of your sleeping. In library."

"I wish didn't run into you in the morning."

"I'm more than wish not to see you in the morning especially today when I can't concrete because you banging all around, shouting all round, disturbing people, giving them lecturer and compensate their belonging."

"In a case you hear it wrong, I never shout. Where did you put your ears?" He wanted to say more than that but he'll endured it. He had bottles keeping all cursing words to others people who he can't say it directly.

"Your small talk is already like a shouting to me. Haven't you heard it? For someone who likes to read usually they don't like slightest sound in around. Did you read in noisy place? Where it's I wonder? At the field with dairy cattle?

"Take your scroll and get lost from my sight." Kaylie toss it into piled up books in Armedia's arms.

He met Armedia when he was young. He's also from the Palace. His father is an architect of academy library. He admits it. He admits it. He admits it his hair was quite long and there're times when his mother tied it in bun. He looks like a girl back then, there's no need to misunderstood him like that. A misunderstanding created back then. It was before he was sent to Ianchester's house. He was 4 years old and Armedia is 5 years old. One year old gap. But to him, they seen the same. The same group peers of age, no difference. They talk each other like how friends talk each other, treat each other and fight with each other. He couldn't get sense in way to called the person in front him big brother. He used to follow Armedia everywhere, calling him brother only because he got no company to play.

…

He sees Armedia has grown up to be something he can't skullduggery easily. Such a disappointment. Still not enough of his unpolished skill to have everyone followed his tail.

"Don't worry. I also have disappoinment in you in regard you have animosity toward dear fellow librarian."

"I don't need your paraphrased poppycock veiled making yourself groovy enough in groove if it's about your unsatisfied grouse toward me, Mr. Dear Fellow Librarian."

"Are we done, My Dear Fellow Librarian?"

Just about in cause, it's regarded a great miracle, not a carnage happened to boys' dorm lived because of their mouth run endlessly unflappable to crabbed each other. 

"It's considered bizarre not I'm done with our appreciable pithiness."

He frequently returns to Royal Palace at times he feels he want to run away from home and he get infinitely sayings about the two best friends met will be cats and dogs' fights.

Armedia walks passed him and pervasive childishness adjudge he should let the curator leave respectfully for the books he's carrying. Not cause the coddle blasé of the past make it so.