In the Akademiya’s large library, you saw the Scribe, Alhaitham, reading those complex books and letters he is always reading. That blank yet observant expression was on his face as he read.

Once he saw you looking at him. He harshly closed his book and stood up, he walked over to you.

“Is something wrong? You seem to be looking at me very intensely.”

He crossed his arms over his chest and his blank expression remains. He didn’t seem mad, just curious unlike usual times when someone would bother him.