The three kids left the Classroom, while Aquiles stayed back to remove the decorations; it should be noted that since the incident, the teacher's personality seemed to have taken a 180-degree turn, and now he worked to be the best teacher in the school.

—Do you want to accompany me to the storeroom?— asked Bianca eagerly.

—I can't go today…— said Franco with some regret —I'm grounded, and I have to leave as soon as the class ends; otherwise, my father will find out.

—What about you, Adam?— asked Bianca, not wanting to go alone to the storeroom.

—Well— Adam replied gruffly, still remembering what had happened the last time he followed a girl.

Adam and Bianca went to the school's storeroom. It was located behind one of the wall paintings, so the two children had to dip their hands in the paint to enter. Once inside, they were amazed at how huge the storeroom was; it was gigantic, much wider and taller than the main hexagons.

The storeroom, like everything else in these floors, was made of wood and filled with a bunch of books. However, all the books were scattered on the floor, forming mountains and mountains of books, creating an authentic landscape made solely of books. The books appeared to have various colors, and the mountains were organized by color, making it a colorful mountain landscape made of books.

Despite this, the storeroom was completely deserted; there was no one except a receptionist who looked like an ant compared to the magnitude of the storeroom.

When the children entered, the receptionist, somewhat nervous, put down the book she had in her hand and looked intently at the two visitors.

The receptionist was very old, dressed in a violet robe, with circular glasses, an aquiline nose, and her face adorned with several moles with hairs. The gaze and appearance of the receptionist were very similar to those of an evil witch.

—Do you have the badge?— the receptionist asked, looking at the children seriously.

—Yes, they just gave it to us— both students replied at the same time.

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Upon hearing the response, the witch's gaze relaxed. She then extended her bony hand to ask the children for their badges. The two young ones, frightened by the moribund appearance of her hand, handed the badges to her, almost tossing them onto the desk.

Seeing the badges, a strange attempt at a smile emerged from the receptionist. She then searched for a book similar to the one the teacher had used in class and said with great enthusiasm:

—Happy 100 pages, kids! You can each pick one book from that mountain.

She opened the book, but nothing happened; it seemed that the book was very old and no longer worked properly due to its yellowed pages. The receptionist, somewhat embarrassed, put the book back and looked at the two children who seemed to want to say something.

—We only read 10 pages...— Adam commented, doubting whether he had misheard.

—Ah, yes, of course... The rules changed 100 years ago, and I still can't get used to it— the old witch replied with considerable embarrassment —Happy 10 pages, kids!

—What genre are the books?— Bianca asked excitedly, looking at the colorful mountains.

Hearing the question, the old witch stood up abruptly, turned to face the storeroom, and while waving her hand as if to point out the splendor of the landscape, she said in a mysterious voice:

—These are not books, kids...

The answer and the mysterious performance excited the children even more. She then raised both hands to the sky violently and shouted with great enthusiasm:

—These are biographies!!

The witch finished her performance and, with a playful smile on her face for having acted somewhat childishly, she sat back down and asked the two children:

—Do you know what a biography is, kids?

Adam didn't know, but fortunately, Bianca had a broader general knowledge and answered for him:

—A biography recounts a person's life and...

—Exactly!— the receptionist interrupted, still enthusiastic —We librarians are very solitary beings, so we usually have no one to inherit our biography or our bank account. The bank account usually disappears, and the stored pages appear in random books on the shelves of the floor where the deceased person was born.

Then the witch pointed to the mountains of books and said with great enthusiasm:

—But the biography is kept by the shelf that the librarian received the black robe from. You two are lucky to live around a specialized shelf that teaches languages. Commonly, this shelf is known as 'the school,' and it's much larger than you think. You two are in one of its branches, but the school's storeroom is unique and safeguards the biographies of thousands of former librarians.

The two kids seemed quite excited, not so much because of the explanation but because the old witch's excitement was nearly bursting from her chest.

Then the old witch walked behind the two children, took them by the shoulder, and said in a mysterious voice:

—Now, you will each receive a godparent: someone who will share their secrets and life experiences with you. Use them well and remember not to lose them.