One Hundred Seventy

"Do you perhaps understand this language?" Minerva asked. Marcus raised his head to look at her.

"Kind of. I was still studying that language but I don't have enough time. There were words and phrases that didn't make sense for me so I decided to take that books when I return home." He answered, "But if you wanted that book, you could borrow that before me."

"I see." She muttered as she caressed the book.

"This language was rare. How did you learn about this?"

"Oh, that." Marcus knitted his brows as if he was recalling, "He had books that had the same language as that on his private library. I was curious about the book hence I asked him to teach me how to read that language. Although father didn't personally teach me how, he instead gave me an old book that teach how to read that language." He paused and looked at her, "Why, did you want to learn that language?"

Minerva pursed her l