She was now all covered in ink.

Effectively, it seemed that because of the scare that Hubert gave her, Bernadetta's clothes were now all covered in ink, for she had spilled the ink vial she was using when she jumped in fear. Making her not only really messy, but also revealing what was she doing.

"Let me guess, you were writting something here, or not ?", Hubert questioned her.

"P-please...d-don't kill...me...", Bernadetta cried out while pleading for her life, which combined with the ink she was covered in, she was now even more messier.

"Please...., Don't be so silly, of course i'm not gonna kill you...", Hubert replied in a half-creepy way.

"R-really...?", Bernadetta said as she continued crying.

"Yes, after all..., you wouldn't be an asset to Lady Edelgard if you were dead.", Hubert responded in the least comforting way possible.

"w-whatever..., j-just go away..., p-please, l-leave me alone...", Bernadetta replied, for she tired of all of this, and just wanted to go back to her dorm. Upon which, she tried to leave the library, but she couldn't.

"Yes, but i'm afraid i can't let you do that yet", Hubert said while blocking her escape.

"A-and why not ?...", she asked nervous.

"Because you're a mess right now, and i can't afford for you to be dripping ink throught the whole academy", he explained while pointing out her ink-wet clothes spilling ink in the library floor.

"O-ok.... ?", she replied as she looked down upon herself, and began to wonder what did he was planning for her.

"That's the question, you see, but don't worry, i can help you to fix it", Hubert offered in a omnious tone, something that didn't reasure her at all.