Amy didn't know that the boy wearing a red scarf sitting by the window had been watching him from across the library bookshelf for a whole semester.
He only knew that the boy's scarf was very conspicuous and that he read books very quickly and could change three books a day. And he, Amy, only occasionally sat there, occasionally rubbing his knuckles reddened by the pen, and occasionally falling asleep on the table. He didn't know that the boy would look at him from the gap between the bookshelves, or that those dark blue eyes had been following him for most of the semester.
Until finals week.
Amy took the make-up exam for his older sister who failed the exam, wearing women's clothing, wigs, and contact lenses. His sister's friend didn't recognize him.
The invigilator recognized it.
The new invigilator is called Camille. It's the red scarf looking at him from across the bookshelf. Senior year. Student Union President. Expressionlessly, he parked the red scarf beside Amy's table for a full three seconds, then floated away like a spider's thread. Those were the longest three seconds in Amy's life.
Later, Kamil sent him a message: "The student union is recruiting new students next semester, and the rights department is short of people." There was no mention of exams or wigs. Later, Amy discovered that Camille knew sign language, had taken a lot of language certificates, and was reading "One Hundred Years of Solitude" in the library when everyone was anxious about graduation. He even has a female body that can be separated - the silent maid who always follows Amy, named Camilla.
"Camilla is His Majesty's clone." A little girl with twin tails said casually.
Amy felt like she was stringing a necklace of pearls, and this sentence was the most crucial thread. He should have discovered it earlier.
"Camilla is me, I am Camilla." Camille said lightly.
It turns out that there was only one person from beginning to end. The one who peeked at him from across the bookshelf and the one who didn't speak and just stayed behind him were the same person.
It's about an illegitimate king who secretly watched him from across the library bookshelf for a whole semester, and a freshman who was tricked by his sister into taking the exam in women's clothing. About hundreds of years of life difference, several layers of vests and a scarf. About Camille and Emmy, about their little century together.
Intention: hundreds of years of loneliness, an unexpected make-up exam, and a look between the gaps in the bookshelf. He thought he was peeking at a stranger, but he didn't know that the person was also looking at him. He thought he had created a clone to accompany the other person, not knowing that he had already been recognized. The time can be very long, long enough to learn all languages, complete all certificates, and approve all documents. The time can also be very short, as short as just one missed heartbeat, and the temperature of another pulse is recognized.