Chapter 163

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Chapter 163

"Wait, no. Let me think, what did you do earlier?" Caroline suddenly realized, "What was that thing you did?" She made a gesture of swirling a ball.

Sylas paused for a moment. She hadn’t planned to do any tricks earlier, she just thought it would be fun, fitting the characteristics of witchcraft – the truth hidden beneath the surface.

"The thread of… water."

"How did you do it?"

She put her hands together, gracefully twisted her wrists at the same time, and then pulled her hands apart. A few threads connected in the middle, and the little fairy behind the threads innocently said, "Is this how it goes?"

"No, what kind of spell is this? I’ve never seen it before."

"You have, you definitely have." Sylas said with certainty, "It’s called ‘Water Splash.’"

"That’s impossible! You didn’t even chant any spells! Do you have it?"

"Water Splash" is a spell that everyone should know. Its sentences are not long, formed by simply inflecting an adjective expressing the imagery of water splash, a dynamic verb, and a noun. It even requires the use of a uvular sound. If Sylas were to chant the spell, it would be impossible not to notice, as pronouncing the uvular sound requires some effort.

Sylas put her hands together again and slowed down her movements. Sparkling golden light overflowed from her fingertips and slowly traced through the air as she turned her wrists. Gradually, something different appeared. The left and right hands didn’t flip at the same time, there was a subtle time difference. The golden characters were written in the air, forming a row of words amidst her intricate finger movements. "Water Splash."

It appeared quickly and disappeared quickly again. The water vapor condensed and formed threads, with water droplets hanging from them. Then they slowly evaporated.

The girls widened their eyes in astonishment once again, covering their mouths and screaming, finally waking up Swis.

"What? What’s all this noise?"

Caroline grabbed Swis and said to Sylas, "That thing just now, it definitely wasn’t any kind of hypnosis, right?"

"No, it was hypnosis."

"No, no. It must be a different kind of hypnosis, some kind of spell that we haven’t seen before, right? Did the ‘teacher’ secretly teach you this?"

Luna became alert again, hearing the words "teacher" reminded her of Sylas crying in the wardrobe with tears streaming down her face. There must be a secret involved.

No, no… she hasn’t taught me spells for a long time. Most of the time, she’s been studying strange things. Many spells she figured out herself: observing Xerath, reading books, guessing, and then experimenting.

She continued to explain, "This is a type of magic, but at the same time, it is definitely a spell that has successfully separated from magic. Its foundation is Tower Rock, which, just like the spell, requires a specific phrase to activate."

Swis widened his eyes and happily grabbed her wrist, saying, "What? What? You did it in just one day? That’s so amazing!"

"No, no, no. It’s all written in this book, not something I did. Someone did this a long time ago." She explained the origin of the book, without needing to say much. The story of a young person living a difficult life, risking being forgotten, and discovering a tiny bit of success that was buried by history leapt into everyone’s minds, and they all showed a heroic expression.

"This is so touching. It feels like standing on the shoulders of giants. Our success is within reach."

"… Are you referring to becoming a witchdoctor or making Sauran and his followers look ridiculous?"

Swis gave a glare to his twin sister and said, "Both, okay?"

"So starting tomorrow, I plan to repeat all the experiments mentioned in this book. Is there anyone willing to join me? No need to force yourselves, I can do it alone."

Caroline raised her hand and said, "Me, of course. It sounds fun, right?" She glanced at Swis, as if her younger brother had other things to take care of.

"I’m going out to gather information… And where is Luna?"

Luna suddenly blushed and smiled shyly, saying, "Actually, I have a new boyfriend now, so I may not come here on time anymore."

Sylas frowned and asked, "When did this happen? Why didn’t I notice?"

Luna also frowned and replied, "Your mind is completely absorbed in that pile of books in your hands. Don’t worry about these things. I will inform you promptly about such important matters, okay?"

"Oh…who is it?"

"It’s Spur from third grade. He looks both sad and serious. Oh my goodness, I can’t wait to go on a date with him. The time is almost here, so I’ll go ahead!" She was really excited and grabbed her backpack, heading out.

Swis and Caroline whispered to each other, "No wonder she looks so well-dressed today."

"Well-dressed? She’s completely dressed up. That’s why I’m not surprised at all, only you and Sylas didn’t notice. Now let’s do our homework…" She sighed in frustration at how oblivious these two were.

After completing all her tasks in the activity room, she returned to the dormitory. Luna still hadn’t come back, and it was dark inside. She couldn’t help but turn on the light and sighed as she sat at the desk.

But then the door immediately rang, and Luna excitedly came back, saying, "I helped you get the mail from the mailbox. If I didn’t help you, would you never get it yourself? It’s almost full!"

Sylas didn’t have much interest. Xerath had told her last semester that she would write herself a letter, but in the end, she didn’t write any. When she got home, she told herself that maybe the letter got lost in the mail.

She was about to turn into an adult (her birthday was the day she went to Aimekotes). She already knew what was a half-hearted lie and what was the truth. When the archmage’s words contained "maybe" or "possibly," she probably understood it was just an excuse made up by Xerath.

So she was frustrated and didn’t bother checking her mailbox, to avoid disappointment over and over again. She figured it would probably just be filled with poorly written love letters from boys.

"Oh, thank you. Put it over there."

"Don’t be sad, I’ll help you read it."

She saw Luna looking very happy and didn’t have the heart to refuse her kind offer. She forced a smile and said, "Oh, sure, you can assess their level?"

Luna got her permission and opened the first letter. Immediately, she disgustingly said, "Yuck, the handwriting is so forced… I don’t want to read it."

"Then let’s skip it."

"’My shadow lingers sadly beneath the tree,’ this imagery is not bad, but it’s clear he’s only talking about himself. I don’t want to listen, in the end, he asks you to give him some love, my little fairy."

"Oh, there is nothing similar that could be given to him as charity."

"Hmm… this person’s handwriting is really nice, do you want to take a look? You’ll definitely like it."

Sylas smiled and shook her head, a book flew in front of her. The dormitory was the only place where they could freely read these books, and she and Luna usually had one in hand, not requiring much thinking. They would usually read and chat at the same time.

"This person writes in such a strange way… ‘Several fleshy plants bloomed, and I recorded this moment for you.’ This is actually quite good, a refreshing and down-to-earth tone, better than those greasy senior students… But what is this, prose? Sylas, are you listening? ‘The bright yellow flower buds soak in the thin petals, and the blue-green stems emerge from the reddish pointed and thick leaves exposed to the sun. I wish you could accompany me to see, but sadly, you are not here.’"

Sylas responded absentmindedly, but her thoughts were still on the words in front of her. However, this relatable sense of regret pulled her away, making her involuntarily sigh, thinking about how satisfying it would be if it was Xerath causing her absence.

"’I enjoy the sandstorms alone, sometimes I feel that sharing a pair of sun and moon with you would be quite nice.’ Do you like sandstorms? I believe it represents a unique imagery of this author, lonely yet powerful, and then I want to invite you to take a look. I wanted to invite you but I’m a bit shy, and I’m afraid you’ll figure it out," she daydreamed, "Wow, what twists and turns, my goodness, he must be a melancholic and introverted handsome man. Sylas, would you meet him? If you don’t like him, give him to me!"

Sylas was still caught up in her own thoughts when she was abruptly interrupted by shaking.

"What? Meet what man?"

"The owner of this letter. Let me see… ‘Notable but unknown’? Do you know them?"

Sylas suddenly awakened and jumped up, grabbing the letter from Luna’s hand and snatching it to read.

Luna froze, "Why did you snatch it away… do you know the sender?"

Sylas didn’t respond, trembling as she held the letter.

This letter was unusually short. Unlike when she was still in prep school and received long letters from Xerath every week (she wrote very fast), this letter only had two pages. The first page contained only a few words, describing the meaty plant’s flower she had shown herself during the break, with a very careful drawing on the back. The second page contained the date when someone would come to pick her up from school, which was indeed the day after the exams. She looked at the postmark, which showed the arrival date as the third day of the holiday.

It had actually been lost in the mail, Xerath didn’t… didn’t lie, and yet I doubted her…

Luna looked at her worriedly, grabbing her sleeve and asking, "What’s wrong? What happened that made you so excited? Who is the letter from? Is it… ‘the teacher’?"

The secret was revealed, Sylas blushed, wanting to say no, but then who could it be?

"It is ‘the teacher’! Right?! Oh my, oh my, can’t you let me meet him?"

"No, the teacher won’t come to school." Sylas pretended to be serious, but her heart was filled with joy. She couldn’t maintain a serious expression and fell onto the bed, hugging a pillow and laughing foolishly with Xerath’s letter.

"Sylas, hey, Sylas!" But Sylas didn’t pay attention to her. No matter what she asked, Sylas just shook her head, nodded, and smiled foolishly.

"Sylas!!! If you keep acting like this, you won’t look like a little fairy anymore!"

"I’m not a little fairy at all!" She bit her lip, squinted her eyes, and silently thought to herself: I just want to follow you forever, be your servant, your apprentice, your contract demon.