It didn't take long for me to arrive at the library. I couldn't help but be mesmerized by what I had taken for granted.

"Good morning," a young boy gently waved my way.

"Who..." I held back my tongue. The question I wanted to make most of all was, where in this goddamn world Einstein was, the very figure whose respect I had earned. He who had been so proud of me getting my card, the brimming of his weary eyes when he noticed my grown-up self after so long. And somehow, he had remembered me. He had been waiting for me.

"I'm Tom, the new librarian," his finger moved up, rubbing the tip of his nose horizontally. "I'm not really a fan of books though."

If there was a slim amount of chance that we'd bond in some way... after those words, it was gone into the darkness of the eclipse.

I stayed there immovable, silent, and unwilling to take a step further, 'must be a temporary replacement.' I attempted to convince myself with baked little muffins made of hope.

He took a step closer, his expression a little awkward, his voice not too happy.

"Blonde, green eyes..." a slight nod followed, just like a chicken digging in some grains. "You must be the one."

"The one?" My voice cracked unholy words that rolled on my tongue as if a curse was engraved in every single inch of its purplish, thin, and short appearance.

"Yes. The one he left a letter to," his right hand retrieved something from behind the balcony, delivering something white which looked like paper, an expensive one at that.

I took it into my grasp but didn't unfold its rasping texture.

"You're not opening it?"

"Where is he?"

"He was found dead inside his home," his eyes looked cold, void of hope and affection.

My body shivered unexpectedly from the dramatic news. 

"From... old age. What a life," I chuckled, a nervous smile followed not enjoying any of it.

"That would have been great," his gaze turned around avoiding mine.

'Would have?' The flavor of the words in my mind didn't make sense, going as far as to amount to nothing. Instead, it felt like something worse, which, I didn't know if it was worth grasping.

And with his cruelty and boldness, he kept speaking instead of staying silent.

"He was found dead inside with a dagger struck on his back. A green octagram symbol on its metal," he took a seat after smiling briefly, looking around, potentially enjoying his new workplace. Strangely, I had the feeling he was satisfied with the results of the situation which allowed him to get this job.

Nonetheless, despite finding myself loathing his carefree, indifferent, and cheeky attitude, the indignation within me ignited my body, making my blood boil. I knew the old man wouldn't have lived long despite wishing for it. Nevertheless, I couldn't help but feel sorrowful for this loss unable to do anything to save Einstein or extend his life span. 

And that was when my heart clutched causing me pain.

Notice: Your class has resonated with your emotions; a wrath seed has been planted within your soul.

I waded through the suffocating and thick surroundings as if a swamp stood before me. Without being able to put a stop to this pain, I arrived at the nearest table taking a seat there.

My eyes trembled as my fingers held the piece of paper tightly. A big part of me was glad to have left the young man's company, for half of me wanted to freeze his face till he suffocated in as much despair as I could bring.

'Relax Iris, relax,' I begged myself unwillingly to reap the consequences of such actions.

For a long time, I waved between good and bad, whichever such standards were in this world as killing other creatures wasn't exactly wrong. Thus, my sense of righteousness was going further and further away from the common sense I had gained from the books in my past life.

'To do wrong is to do right,' a chuckle escaped an obnoxious one that filled my mind with chaos and evilness. Something about my soul had changed, therefore, before anything else approached me, I opened that part of the status.

Soul:

Soul Quality: Tier 3.
Soul Size: ???
Soul seeds 1/8: ? | ? | ? | ? | ? | ? | Wrath | ? 

'One out of seven seeds?' my fingertip landed softly on all those words, hoping to receive some sort of information, yet nothing came from it. 'What does this mean status skill?' there was a glint of hope within me for the notice function to pop up and bless me with some advice but sadly that didn't work out either.

My eyes closed as I allowed the screen before me to disappear; my curiosity was high and thanks to it, I kept doing my best often trying to uncover more of this world's mysteries.

While in the darkness of my mind, my fingers unfolded the paper, and when I felt it fully open, I glared at its whiteness and the way it was tainted with ink.

Hello, young one,

If you're reading this, it means I have died earlier than I had hoped for.

Whichever method they used to handle my ending; I heed that you don't meddle. Those who wanted my existence gone were many and most ruthless ones. Instead of pursuing a path of revenge, find it in yourself to finish a few of my requests and dreams.

Firstly, I stocked a hundred books in my workplace. Once you finish reading all of them, you'll get an achievement, which will give you an indispensable wisdom point. However, it'll also initiate a certain set, which will certainly contribute to your progression.

Secondly, make your own bestiary: write in detail about all the creatures you'll come to find, how you managed to defeat them, their weak and strong points, and save that information till you can sell it to others who might find themselves in need. Things that are given for free are often ignored. Wealth is of utmost importance for one who wishes to reach greater heights such as yourself.

'Einstein was truly wise,' my tears flowed, unable to keep them within myself any longer. I came to love the way he expressed himself through what he wrote, but even more so for all the advice he had compiled. I found myself surprised that he had done this, but my heart was filled with gratitude.

As you progress in the guild ranks, therefore becoming more famous, personal requests will surge. Be wary of those that come from nobles, for their greed is incessant, and care for no limits, nor face consequences for their acts and unreasonable demands.

At his warning I gulped. It reminded me of my mother's advice. It felt amiable to find out more were wary of nobility, which supported my own idea of being careful towards them.

Fourthly, be especially cautious about requests from the church, and always avoid any expedition to the North. No adventurer ever survives them, not for as long as they would like.

Lastly, even though I'll be gone and despite all the struggles that may come your way, keep being the kind young lady I've come to meet. Take care of my grandson Tom, he's a mischievous and carefree young lad but harmless.

I pray this letter finds you in good health.

P.S. I became a librarian to meet a fabled creature: a keeper of books. They're not known but they seem to enjoy nature and wisdom. You may not trust me when you read this but when I was very young, I believe I caught sight of a winged creature, way too small to be credible, but she was cute, with colorful wings, simple dress attire made of a green leaf, and a beautiful tiny face with a tiny white tiara atop her orange hair.

I hope you'll come to meet her.

'I'm so glad I didn't kill him,' a breath of relief exuded from my lips, the wrath within me dispersed fully, leaving only kindness and love in its place.

Notice: Your class has resonated with your emotions; a love seed has been planted within your soul.

Again, my heart ached, and my emotions felt unusual, overwhelming, almost as if they had a will of their own. A turmoil resounded within me along with the voice of my mind, opening the skill section. 

Skills:
Active skills: Status, System Library, Freezing(5/10).
Passive skills: Mana Control(3/10), Swordsmanship(2/10).
Extra skill: Unidentified.
Class skill: Witchcraft.

'System library activate,' the willingness to save this letter within my skill was grand, therefore the option that could work out. Yet, a system message followed, explaining that letters were not books, so it failed.

I sighed, accepting reluctantly the grand machinery dictation but unable to do anything about it except to accept the outcome.

After folding the paper, saving it within one of my pockets. For me clothes with spots to save objects were my favorite, even if my mother didn't enjoy it: often I'd forget things inside which would cause her to create a ruckus, especially when washing them.

A smile appeared on my face despite being far from happy but a part of me was strangely ready to take a step forward and my goal was to abide by Einstein's wishes.

"A hundred books," my fingers turned into a knuckle trembling from excitement.