Steel, Guns, and the Industrial Party in Another World-Chapter 427: Returning the Book

A cute, charming girl had walked in.

Kevin politely asked, “May I know who you are?”

The girl proudly introduced herself, “I am Vivian Dias, the granddaughter of the current Prime Minister, Duke Dias, and cousin of Prince Felix. Bow to me.”

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“Hello, Miss Vivian,” Kevin greeted her respectfully with a bow.

“Do you need anything here?” he asked.

The girl pouted, “Hey, you haven’t told me what a printing press is!”

“Oh, sorry,” Kevin quickly explained, “A printing press is a machine that can easily print text on paper using a type of ink called ink. Once the text is laid out, it can be bound into a book, eliminating the need for manual, laborious copying.”

Vivian, intrigued, pondered and said, “Interesting. If such a machine exists, wouldn’t all scribes be out of work?”

“Perhaps,” Kevin shrugged.

The Prime Minister’s granddaughter frowned, “You’re not fooling me, are you? If such a machine really exists, why haven’t I ever seen or heard of it?”

Kevin hastened to explain, “This machine was only invented a few years ago in Ordo, far away. It might take a long time to reach Gabella.”

Vivian gasped in surprise, “Ah, it’s my aunt’s country… indeed quite far.”

Then she muttered, “Hmph, such a great thing, and it’s from Ordo.”

Kevin thought to himself, “There are many more wonders in Ordo you haven’t seen.”

He picked up a notebook used for recording, somewhat boastfully saying, “This type of paper also came from Ordo.”

Vivian ignored him, looking outside somewhat displeased, and called out, “Miss Coleridge, weren’t you coming here for some work?”

Only then did Kevin notice another person nearby, dressed as a court lady. Recognizing Vivian’s call, the lady slowly approached, and Kevin felt she looked familiar.

As Miss Coleridge came closer, her face covered with a light veil, Kevin could see her features clearly.

A beautiful face was his first impression.

Then he was surprised to notice her white hair, even her eyebrows were white.

Moreover, the lady’s skin was a normal, milk-white color, not indicative of any condition Kevin knew of.

Kevin found it fascinating. He had seen people with black, blonde, brown, and red hair, but never a young person with completely white hair. He had heard rumors of Count Grayman’s female advisor having green hair, but Kevin had never seen her.

Noticing Kevin’s bewildered look, Miss Coleridge seemed accustomed to such reactions and didn’t appear displeased.

She gently reminded him, “Mr. Administrator, I’m here to return a book.”

“Oh, sorry, I’ll take care of it right away.”

Kevin hurriedly searched for the lending record.

“Please sign here.”

Vivian, watching Kevin, disdainfully said, “Humph, men are all the same.”

Just as Miss Coleridge was about to hand the book to Kevin, she suddenly exclaimed, “Wait!”

Snatching the book, she flipped through it roughly, causing Kevin to wince.

After flipping and shaking the book, finding nothing, she tossed it onto the table, leaving Kevin confused about her actions.

After the procedure was completed, Miss Coleridge, smiling, said to the Prime Minister’s granddaughter, “Miss Vivian, will you continue to follow me?”

“Of course!” Vivian’s eyes widened. “I’ll keep an eye on you until you slip up.”

“Even though I don’t know why Brother Felix trusts you, my intuition tells me you’re up to something, hmph!”

Kevin watched them with a wry smile, sensing some discord between the two women. Though he didn’t know the specifics, it seemed like the kind of subconscious rivalry that sometimes occurs between beautiful women.

Miss Coleridge smiled resignedly, as if dealing with a petulant child.

“Then come along, I have a lot of work to do.”

She turned elegantly and walked towards the door, with Vivian following her, pouting.

However, in the moment Miss Coleridge turned, Kevin caught a glimpse of her expression.

Cold, indifferent.

It seemed to match her silvery white hair, giving off an icy aura.

Could her gentle words and smile have been a façade?

Wait, Kevin remembered Vivian’s words – Brother Felix? Wasn’t that the Emperor’s eldest son?

Kevin had met the Prince when he first entered the palace with his mentor and senior.

There was a court lady with him then, and it seemed… it seemed to be Miss Coleridge.

No wonder she looked familiar.

“Sigh, I better fill my stomach and get back to copying those books!”

Shaking his head, Kevin pushed the thoughts of court politics, familiar from novels, out of his mind and hurried out.