Chapter 297

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Chapter 297: Stolen Moments of Leisure

"The headmaster rarely acts generous like this," Alena said. "It seems that he truly appreciates you. Liliana’s manuscripts from back then were given directly to you. These manuscripts are incredibly valuable. I wonder how much they could be sold for in the market."

"After reading it, I have to return it," Michelle quickly explained, laughing awkwardly at the vice principal. "I have absolutely no intention of monopolizing it!"

"Since it’s given to you, it belongs to you now. These material possessions, we old folks don’t really care about them," the vice principal smiled and then left.

He really came only to offer simple help to the younger generation, and by the way, to introduce them, which could be considered as a helping hand to the students.

Michelle thought to herself that if it wasn’t for Mr. Devil, she would have probably chosen to study under the vice principal for her postgraduate studies.

"Quickly, take a look at the manuscript!" Alena couldn’t wait.

"Don’t be so eager," Michelle let go of her notebook. On it, there were Liliana’s graceful yet hastily written characters. Suddenly, a slip of paper fell between the pages she had opened, outlining a rough sketch on it.

"What is this?" Alena picked up the piece of paper. "It seems to be a unique spell."

Michelle leaned over and read the name written above, "The Principle of Return… I’ve never heard of it before."

…

"Today’s lesson ends here," Bai Wei declared the completion of the makeup class. "Next week, I will conduct an assessment, so don’t fall behind, but also don’t aim too high beyond your capability."

"Indeed," Judy happily responded.

She spent the whole day studying intensively, with less than an hour of rest combined. However, her spirits remained high. Not only was she not tired, but she even felt she could continue studying for several more hours. Having such a remarkable person tutoring her up close and personal at any time gave her confidence. The challenging concepts were presented in a concise and easy-to-understand manner, even more effective than personalized instruction from advanced professors.

When the teacher provided personalized instruction, there would be a bit of resistance and concern in her heart. If she paid, she felt that she must learn something valuable in return; if she didn’t pay, she suspected that the other person must have ulterior motives. Her mind was busy guarding against potential pitfalls, making it difficult to focus.

Judy had faced this kind of problem before. Some people in the fashion world secretly tried to impose certain ideas on supermodels. She didn’t pay any attention to it at all. When she got really fed up, she would take out her big sword and chop it against the wall. Then, she would show her student ID, making the other person turn pale… The students of the Swordflower Alliance are not gentle little lambs, they are all reserve officers and warriors.

Now there’s no need to worry about such problems. Just focus on studying diligently. If there are ulterior motives, wouldn’t that be even better?

Judy carefully gathered her notes from a full day of extra classes. As she gazed at the sunset through the window, she propped her cheek on her hand and asked curiously, "Mr. Devil, do you appear at sunrise and return at sunset, as if you come from the Eastern side of the planet?"

"What if my answer is yes?"

"Will I be able to see you when I go to the Eastern side in the future?" Judy’s question was a gentle probing.

"No," Bai Wei replied, denying the question.

"Oh," Judy didn’t press further, and continued with another question, "Mr. Devil, do you know a lot about the mentor?"

"Of course."

What is your relationship with the mentor, Judy wondered. Are you friends? Acquaintances? Or… could it be… you are the mentor yourself?

"Who knows you the best?" Bai Wei asked.

"Of course, it was me."

"Wrong," Bai Wei’s voice gradually became soft and gentle, "It is your foe."

…

Bai Wei opened his eyes, lying in bed and gazing at the familiar ceiling. He felt an unusual urge to stay in bed, indulging in laziness.

His body had already recovered, but he still felt a bit tired mentally. He thought, maybe it would be better not to go out today.

Decided to stay in bed.

The joy of being a grown-up is being able to wake up whenever you want.

When Yagyū Simozi woke up, it was already eleven o’clock in the morning. She had already gone to Far East University, leaving her homemade breakfast on the table.

Finishing his breakfast as if it were lunch, Bai Wei stretched lazily in the sunlight. "Today is another day full of hope!"

All the troubles have already been taken care of, and the upcoming December should be able to be passed smoothly and peacefully.

Going to work, earning some money, not thinking about things like dragon clans, immortal realms, or the Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom. Spending two evenings a week teaching two young girls in Europe, there was nothing else worth distracting oneself for.

All is well and delightful.

Bai Wei, at last, found the time to return to the tea table, where he brewed a pot of fine tea and savored it while basking in the sunlight.

The aroma of tea filled the air, much better than before. After all, it was a warm gesture from Xue Hanlei that she had specially prepared for him.

Bai Wei said no at that moment, but then he opened his pocket… It turns out, the dragon clan was a wealthy family, as they readily gave such expensive tribute tea.

"He stole a half-day of leisure."

…

In the hospital ward.

Yagyū Simozi asked, "Why have you come again?"

Xue Hanlei asked, "Why hasn’t your older brother come?"

Yun Wuxin said, "I have brought a present."

Three women glanced at each other, and besides Yun Wuxin who looked guiltless, the other two simultaneously shifted their gaze away.

Yun Wuxin set down an album and said, "I had someone buy it for me."

"Hatsurai Wagaizuma’s album?" Sakurai Shiru was thrilled and smiled sweetly, saying, "Thank you, Sister Yun."

Xue Hanlei glanced discreetly at Yagyū Simozi.

The younger sister pretended not to have seen it and said, "I’m sorry for the trouble and expenses you’ve gone through. I will return the favor next time."

The dragon maiden’s eye twitched… Goodness gracious, she actually put herself in the position of her own family and defeated magic with magic, so to speak.

Yun Wuxin nodded and stayed behind to ask Sakurai Shiru about her recent progress in cultivating her inner energy. The cultivation techniques that she had taught Yun Wuxin had provided long-lasting benefits for her growth and recovery, requiring consistent dedication.

A little while later, the doctor who made rounds arrived. Yagyū Simozi paused her duel with Xue Hanlei and asked, "Where is Doctor Kurosawa?"

"The doctor is currently attending to other patients." The duty doctor started examining Sakurai Shiru’s body. He gently touched her bones and then noticed that her face had turned slightly red. "Oh dear, what’s happening to you?"

"Doctor!" Sakurai Shiru blushed and said, "I-I’m also thirteen years old, so I can… grow as well…"

"It’s time to grow a little," the doctor said with a smile. "This is a good thing, you know."

"What riddle are you talking about?" Simozi raised a question mark above her head.

"Yagyū," Xue Hanlei said with a lowered gaze, then she lifted her gaze and continued, "It’s just a second growth stage. You wouldn’t understand."

The younger sister chuckled coldly.

"Will it put any extra burden on my body?" Yun Wuxin asked.

"By getting enough nutrition, you don’t have to worry. However, it might be a bit uncomfortable when growing bones, and if there’s a second growth stage, well… you need to be careful." All the women present were given a clear message by the doctor, "You have to take good care of her, as Mr. Bai Wei won’t be able to handle this properly, right?"

"You really underestimate my brother," Yagyū Simozi seized the opportunity to boast. "After living with my elder brother for so many years, I never missed a monthly supply of brown sugar water and a hot water bag. In the beginning, it would hurt terribly, but my brother took three days off work to take care of me."

After she proudly finished speaking, the only one who expressed admiration was the female doctor. She said, "That is truly envy-inducing. I had to tough it out when I was young."

Xue Hanlei asked in confusion, "What do you mean by monthly brown sugar water and hot water bag?" (Interesting fact: Dragons don’t have a physiological cycle.)

Yun Wuxin remained calm and said, "At the age of eleven, I had achieved a small level of Qi cultivation and infused my body with spiritual energy. I have never experienced any of these before."

Yagyū’s ship, two shots, sunk.

…

In the doctor’s office, Kurosawa Yaka finished the examination, saying, "Your condition is relatively stable for now, but…"

Kokonohana Nori dressed herself up and said, "But it’s okay to tell me."

Doctor Kurosawa sighed, saying, "The Scarlet Curse is like a toxin that accumulates within your body. Although you are able to suppress it, over time your resistance weakens. It would be best for you to find a safe place to rest and recover."

"I don’t have the leisure time for that," Kokonohana shook her head.

"Yes, you are great. You fight for freedom. Given your status, why not go to the shogun and request a set of heroic spirit armaments? Become a disciple of a superior heroic spirit. The Scarlet Curse isn’t even a scratch," Kurosawa scoffed, a hint of resentment and helplessness seeping through her cold demeanor towards her old friend.

"You know why," Kokonohana Nori said calmly, "Whether it’s putting faith in an ancient deity or choosing to join the ranks of superior heroic spirits, to me, there is no difference."

"Stubborn, stubborn to the point of death, even if it means breaking your head and bleeding, you won’t turn back!" Kurosawa Yaka frowned, wanting to swear, but held back, "I really don’t understand what you’re thinking, do you still hold a grudge against what happened back then?"

"I will always remember, even if you want to forget," the shrine’s solemn funeral deity expression turned as still as a stone carving, pausing between each sentence, "When faith cannot be reciprocated, I shall abandon it. I have prayed, begged, and humbled myself, yet our gods have never answered me. Is such a god worth believing in? It is better to let go… When I was in despair, no god saved me. From that moment on, I became my own deity."