Chapter 166

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Chapter 166

The students whispered among themselves, more people joined in, asking, "What is on Mede’s head?"

The words "Dueling Law" and "Shame Mark" quickly spread, Mede’s expression on his face became panicked, and he shouted, "Stop talking about it!", but couldn’t help but step back.

"Sylas! Quickly get rid of it for me!"

"Is this how you beg for help?"

"You… damn jerk…"

The violin samurai used the bow to strike the mirror loudly, "Watch your words! Words!" The tip of the bow suddenly showed a faint glow, it was about to cast a spell.

The mirror suddenly extended on the wall, and the samurai held up his violin bow and rushed towards Mede. The brilliance broke through the wall’s boundaries, and Mede shouted, "Ripples upon ripples!" A water shield appeared in front of him, but the brilliance continued to leap on the mirrored surfaces on both sides of the wall. Some were blocked by him, while others hit him directly. Something unbelievable happened: his mouth suddenly disappeared.

He touched his mouth in terror and turned around to run outside.

Sylas smiled and reminded from behind, "Don’t forget, if you badmouth Xerath again, I’ll make sure it stays with you forever!"

The angry violin samurai raised his violin bow like a sword and said, "Every student in the campus must follow proper speech etiquette!" The violin bow struck the mirror with a loud sound.

Some students came up to inquire, but Sylas quickly ran away.

Luna still came back late. Sylas looked at a new novel, which Luna had borrowed for a long time but hadn’t had the chance to read due to being busy with romance. When Sylas opened it, her worldview was refreshed once again.

This book was different from the previous ones. Instead of the hazy admiration of the teacher’s majestic image from the student’s perspective, this book detailed the painful struggle of a female teacher, Ilyas, in a romantic relationship with a student, using a melancholic tone.

From the beginning, she instinctively denied the existence of such feelings, thinking that Karlos’s feelings towards her were just a cruel joke. But later, she couldn’t help but waver and understood, "I will face endless criticism from society. It’s not worth bearing such consequences for a moment of confusion." She couldn’t help but ask Karlos, "Do you know what consequences you will face?"

Karlos replied, "As long as I’m with you, I’m prepared to face any consequences."

But the consequences were even more serious than he had imagined. He couldn’t bear these consequences for Ilyas at all. Karlos transferred to another place, and Ilyas was heavily criticized by public opinion. Everywhere she went, she felt that people’s whispers were directed at her. She endured it for two years, but she was almost being driven crazy. Both her career and her life were pushed to the edge of collapse.

Sylas was crying sadly because of this. Luna pushed open the door and when she saw Sylas in tears, she was first startled, and then her maternal instincts kicked in. She rushed over and hugged her, comforting her non-stop.

"How can you cry while reading this kind of novel? They’re all fake, all fake!"

Sylas obediently let her wipe away the tears, but in fact, she was thinking: why do I not feel any shyness or anticipation when Luna or Caroline hug me?

"Stop crying! Please, stop crying!" Luna saw her tears falling continuously and hurriedly adjusted her position. She ran to the door, then turned back and said, "No, no, what do I say to Caroline if she asks why? My little fairy, why do you cry at the drop of a hat? Aren’t fairies not supposed to have tears? Let me see which book it is."

She turned back and opened the book, breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "Stop crying, it has a happy ending."

Sylas looked up at her, the diamonds rolled back and forth in front of the emerald. Unable to resist her soft heart, Luna said, "I flipped to the ending, in the end, Karlos comes back to find Ilyas and takes her to a place where no one knows them, and he wholeheartedly accompanies her."

Sylas asked, "But what about Ilyas’s career? She was a great teacher, and all the students loved her."

"Who cares about a career when it comes to love!"

"But… it’s really unfortunate. Everything she was proud of was destroyed by Karlos. She lost everyone’s trust and people misunderstood her. In the end, she only got someone’s companionship? Karlos can’t possibly compensate her for her career, he’s the one who caused all of this."

Luna said helplessly, "If we put it that way, there would be no story. How can it even begin? In a novel that portrays emotions, the female protagonist will definitely yield to emotions."

"Yeah… yeah…" Tears welled up in her eyes again, like shattered diamonds falling, Luna had to take her handkerchief to wipe them away.

"Why… why are you crying again? What’s your breaking point?"

Sylas kept shaking her head.

Luna could only comfort her and say, "It’s alright. It won’t happen in reality. Women are a highly restrained species. It’s difficult for them to simply indulge desires and like younger children." It’s hard to say, but there’s no need for you to provide strong evidence at this moment.

Sylas felt even more like crying. The teacher she admired happened to be a particularly self-disciplined person. In reality, stories were happening ruthlessly, emotions would definitely be stifled in their infancy… or most likely, the story between them would only stay in that initial stage – the teacher being troubled by her liking for the student, worrying every day about how to handle it peacefully, how to not hurt the student’s feelings, and how to extinguish such flames. Simply knowing about these feelings is enough for her to be troubled, right?

She didn’t want to… Sylas knew her teacher was busy with work, she had countless things to worry about besides her. She never… she never wanted to burden Xerath with her own matters.

As long as she is happy for me… that’s enough…

But in reality, she didn’t know exactly what to do. Besides getting good grades to satisfy Xerath, she didn’t know how to make herself happy. But there was one thing she could definitely do, which was to never make her unhappy. So even here, being insulted by those mice behind her back, she didn’t want to take credit in front of Xerath, and she didn’t even dare to let her know.

She won’t like it.

Thinking of this, she hugged her knees and started crying again. Luna didn’t know what to do anymore. She dropped her handkerchief and said, "Keep it! Cry for a while by yourself! Don’t look at it anymore!" She snatched the book away.

Sylas curled up, holding her blanket and pillow, facing inwards. She opened the box where she kept her letters and began tearing them open one by one, crying as she read.

Luna interjected, "If you keep crying like this, your eyes will be swollen tomorrow. I would be sad to see your beauty ruined."

Sylas lifted her head in confusion, "What does it have to do with you?"

"Does it need to have anything to do with me? The destruction of something beautiful is a tragedy, and tragedies are enough to make people sad, right?!"

Sylas laughed through her tears, finding her twisted logic amusing. She couldn’t think of a way to refute it.

Luna chanted a spell and conjured an ice pack wrapped in a handkerchief, saying, "Apply this quickly, it’s an emergency."

Sylas gently took the ice pack and whispered a thank you. Then she placed the ice cube on her eye and rolled it around.

"Hey, what’s bothering you so much? You cried while reading a novel, is it because of the teacher? What kind of person is he?" She leaned in sneakily and asked, "Did he captivate you? The one you’re interested in must be super good-looking, right?"

Reluctantly, Sylas shook her head and even twisted her body in an attempt to shake off Luna. "Actually, I bumped into Mede on the way today."

"Why bring up such a dampening person all of a sudden?"

"I dueled with him today, and I changed the Shame Mark to red. I made some adjustments to the spell."

Suddenly, Luna widened her eyes, covered her mouth, and said in disbelief, "Oh my goodness, really? You can even modify witchcraft? Did you succeed? How is that kid Mede doing?"

"Well, the mark on his forehead looked really disheveled."

Excitedly, Luna said, "Then tomorrow, Eilan will definitely talk to you! Mede will surely be there too. Is there any witchcraft that can remove this mark?"

"I don’t know, maybe Swis would know."

"Sleep quickly, I can’t wait to witness the mark behind Mede."

"Oh…"

"Oh, by the way, how was the duel? Are you injured?"

Sylas shook her head. "It was a bit unsatisfying… His spell-casting speed was too slow. I didn’t want to wait for him to finish the incantation."

"What did you say? What are you thinking? Of course, you can’t wait for him to finish the incantation! A mage who doesn’t complete their spells is weaker than a sheep. But the combat power of a mage’s spells can surpass an entire squad!"

Sylas looked at her skeptically. Based on her own experience, even if mages finish their incantations, they have complex attack and defense skills. The durations, intensities, and spell variations offer many possibilities in combat. In her limited sparring with Xerath, the battle rhythm was extremely fast, with instant transitions between offense and defense. Compared to that, fighting Mede was like racing with a snail. And even if they let him finish his incantation, it wouldn’t be a problem.

"Do you know how to fight too?"

"This is common knowledge! Common knowledge! Although I don’t often fight others using spells, my dad can! If you want to know, don’t skip next week’s practical class. I heard Caroline will officially start teaching us how to fight with spells. Oh, how’s your teleportation design going? We’ll be presenting it tomorrow!"

Sylas was startled by her sudden panic and uncertainly said, "I finished it last week. I even asked you a few questions…"

Luna jumped up in surprise and exclaimed, "But I completely forgot!!! How annoying, now I have to stay up all night to do it!!!"

"Oh…" Sylas slowly curled up under the blanket, closed her eyes, and cruelly left Luna alone to stay awake and rush to finish her homework.

The next morning, Luna, with dark circles under her eyes, arrived at the classroom with Sylas. Surprisingly, almost all the classmates also had dark circles under their eyes. Among the dark circles, their drawings were pinned to the wall, subject to the teacher and classmates’ merciless comments.