All Her Secrets

"Phew..." Ronin breathed out softly and finally shifted his position. He'd been lying on the ceiling for two days without a stir below.

Ronin moved slightly and turned to give his numb thighs a break. A growl from his stomach prompted him to carefully retrieve an energy bar from his pocket to replenish his energy. After that, he settled back into position quietly.

Under Catherine's orders, he wouldn't stop until he unearthed who was causing the disturbances.

However, after he stayed there for two days, the office remained eerily quiet. Ronin wondered whether he had misjudged the direction.

Just as Ronin contemplated revising his plan, the office door lock made a slight sound.

A soft click caught Ronin's attention. He adjusted and barely breathing. He feared detection.

When he spotted the person entering, he rolled his eyes silently.

It was Ciaran, Marshall's earliest student, who had been working with Marshall. He often frequented Marshall's office. His entrance was nothing out of the ordinary.

moving stealthily toward Marshall's desk. Then Ciaran sat

for Ronin taking a second glance, he wouldn't detect anything unusual. He noticed that Ciaran's expressions and gaze were

far cry from his usual relaxed demeanor when helping

was already

someone monitoring his every move

watched the files open on the computer, he held onto a last shred of hope. While not a student of Marshall,

was akin to a dependable older brother

card, he realized the matter

Ciaran saw the files finish copying, his face lit up with a smile of satisfaction. He removed the card and meticulously wiped any fingerprints from the computer. Only then did

a loud bang echoed behind him. It was followed by a cold voice. " Ciaran, where are you going?" Ciaran felt a chill down his spine and slowly turned around. As he spotted Ronin, he eased a bit. Then he frowned and stared at Ronin in displeasure. " Ronin, what are you doing sneaking around Professor Hartley's office? You shouldn't be here. Get out and stop causing trouble." Ronin sneered and looked disdainfully at him. "Ciaran, that's an interesting statement. If I'm not supposed to be here, then what about you?" Unflinchingly, Ciaran began weaving a lie. He replied, "Professor Hartley askedto get something. Can't I cin and help him?" If Ronin hadn't seen it firsthand, he

the color from Ciaran's face. He struggled to deny the fact. He shouted, "You're talking nonsense! What moves? I just cto deliver something to Professor Hartley. Are you going to investigate that?" Ronin thought inwardly, "Deliver something? As if anyone will buy that story." Seeing Ciaran's stubborn attitude without a trace of

Professor Hartley, let's call him now and have him cover." Ciaran felt a pang of

Out of respect for Catherine, I haven't cat you.

expected this from Ciaran. Since that was the case, there was no need for