Chapter 186

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Chapter 186

Even though she absentmindedly tidied her clothes, she still found an unusual scent deep in her wardrobe. She had a few new clothes, but some of the old ones were missing. Maybe Xerath thought she couldn’t wear them, so she took them back. But was her teacher free enough to clean her wardrobe? She was busy most of the time and fully focused on her career. When Sylas wasn’t home, if Hyectra didn’t take care of the household chores, many systems wouldn’t be able to operate.

However… it had happened before. Sylas gave up thinking about it and stayed in the library for a while. Nightfall came, and it was time for dinner. The fire lord chef magically produced a red wine cherry cake, and the main course was foie gras accompanied by some… meaty plant leaves?

"Can we eat this too?"

Xerath explained, "Yes, I heard from my gardening friends that after I grew many plants with fleshy leaves, they advised me to try it out and kindly provided a recipe. The taste is a bit like jelly."

Yes, it’s not bad," she said to Xerath with worry, "but it feels strange to eat things we raise ourselves." Xerath replied seriously, "People grow crops to eat, not just for decoration.

"But, but it’s like how we keep Titus just as a footstool, but suddenly one day we have to eat him."

Titus’s furry ears perked out from between the fabric, his chubby body tensed up, then quickly scurrying into a small corner.

A small whirlwind swept Titus out, and Xerath lazily said, "Oh, cutie, I won’t really eat you, it’s just an example."

Titus whimpered softly, struggling to escape.

She then turned to Sylas and said, "But the plants don’t actually die. Eating them occasionally won’t kill the whole plant, right?"

"Oh…" Sylas hesitantly accepted this explanation.

As Xerath sliced a small piece of foie gras, she asked Sylas, "I’m a bit worried that you’re taking too many classes, and it’s preventing you from experiencing things that aren’t taught in the curriculum. What classes do you plan to take next semester?"

"I will choose the demon knowledge class you mentioned before, as well as scroll calligraphy. Hmm… I also saw a section on ancient poetry appreciation that seems quite interesting…"

Her answer reassured Xerath a bit.

After eating, they followed the usual routine of walking from the top to the bottom of the tower. Then, the two of them, along with the dog, returned to the living room. Sylas took out a collection of poems and a book of analytical articles to compare and read. Xerath, with great interest, asked her why she suddenly started reading these.

"Preparation," Sylas briefly replied, afraid that a long sentence would reveal something. In fact, in the passionate and touching novels written by Fenika, there were always rhythmic and simple sentences that caught the reader’s attention. She had praised these sentences in front of Luna, but Luna immediately mocked her.

"Don’t you ever read poetry collections or anything similar? These are famous love poems that have been widely used. Almost everyone knows them. I can’t believe there’s a little fairy who has never seen them and finds them fascinating."

After this setback, it was now exam season, and her plan to study love poems had to be postponed until summer vacation. These exquisite sentences, as Xerath had said, conveyed complex emotions that couldn’t be expressed in an organized narrative. Only poetry could reflect irrational things.

They were beautiful, so beautiful that she felt many of them could express her feelings for Xerath. But maybe the archmage could see some clues from her sudden interest in poetry, so a grand excuse was very, very necessary.

Indeed, Xerath was just casually asking. Then, she turned back and continued reading her own book, yet it still seemed like that undead war.

"Teacher, it looks like you’ve been reading this book for many years."

Xerath peeked out from behind the book and said, "This book has reached its fourth installment and will be completed in the coming year. It’s worth reading over and over again. The more background knowledge you have, the more meaning each word holds."

That’s what they say, but Sylas knew the secrets of that book. The complicated grammar of the Elven language gave value to each and every word. The various tenses and possessive forms led to traps in the story. It might make most people fall asleep quickly, no wonder Xerath could read it for so long.

Time flew by and it was time to sleep, but Xerath didn’t feel like going back to her room. This was exactly what Sylas wanted. She also wanted to spend more time with Xerath. The two of them managed to stay awake until midnight when the chime echoed through the hall, startling both of them from their drowsiness.

The book fell with a bang in front of Sylas, landing on her lap. Xerath, still half asleep, sat up reluctantly and coldly said, "It’s late, let’s go to bed. I’ll walk you back to your room."

Sylas followed behind her, holding her warm and gentle hand, thinking about how fulfilling and satisfying the day had been.

However, once they entered the room, Sylas suddenly felt unsatisfied again. She still wanted a hug, a goodnight kiss, and even… something more intimate than a goodnight kiss. She turned to look at Xerath, desire tempting her and urging her to ask for it.

She could do it. She could divert the archmage’s attention, hit her with a Silence Spell, control her hands with her own, and then kiss her lips, as long as she didn’t care about the consequences… She could even make Xerath sleep with her on the same bed for one night.

"Sylas?" the archmage asked with concern, "What’s wrong?"

Sylas suddenly blushed, feeling ashamed of her recent thoughts. She quickly shook her head and said, "It’s nothing." Then she turned and ran into the bathroom.

Her towel and clothes were already in their proper places. Xerath seemed to have prepared before she came. The beddings and sheets were all changed to new ones, and everything was neat and tidy in the room.

She remembered the scene of her last return home, looking at herself in the mirror, she recalled Xerath’s examining gaze falling on her bare skin.

A familiar yet unfamiliar shiver ran on her skin. The same scene triggered the delusional stories she had abandoned for some time. After getting up, she lay on the bed on her side, pretending to hold someone in her arms with her blanket. She even had a faint smell of Xerath in her nose.

Suddenly, she had a new delusion: Xerath had slept in her room, lying on this bed. Moonlight poured in from the window, illuminating the whole person, as if preparing a gift for her.

Dimly, she had a sensation that Xerath had once embraced her. Now she also wanted to hold her in her arms. This thought was dangerous… She was no longer satisfied with the mercy of her queen, she also wanted to force the archmage to pay attention to her.

It’s okay, Sylas said to herself, I have many emotions that cannot be expressed aloud. As long as I don’t say them, no one will know they ever existed. I can indulge them to grow wildly in my mind.

On this night, there were no wandering footsteps. She also couldn’t sleep very well. When Xerath came to pick her up, she didn’t even have any objections. Those petty and stubborn ideas vanished. The only thing she hoped for was that her master would hurry up and bring her back home. Did her teacher fetch her from school today? She giggled and rolled around.

Xerath must also miss her, right? She suddenly remembered the mysterious letter sealed in her dormitory. What did the extra contents say? What made her delete so much? Maybe the contents on it could answer her questions.

But what’s the use of it… Xerath’s longing for her is not the kind she wants.

Because they slept for about two hours last night, they both woke up late the next morning. Surprisingly, Titus woke them up separately. It seems that little cutie is hungry.

Xerath quickly brushed her hair and loosely tied it in a braid at the back of her head. She wore the same gray trousers and vest as yesterday, with a tie neatly fastened around her collar. Her gray robe hung casually on the back of the sofa.

When she saw her coming in, Xerath quickly greeted her to sit down. Today’s breakfast consisted of yogurt with honey and blueberries, roasted chicken, and a type of thin pancake.

As if anticipating her question, Xerath casually said, "Elvis thought that you might be tired of the researchers’ breakfast at school, so he tried something different. If you don’t like it, we can have something else next time."

"No, no, it should be fine. Thank you, Elvis."

Fireworks Chef backed away with half-solidified hands, saying, "N-no, I’m not… I didn’t…" Finally, he flew up into the fireplace with a "whoosh" and exploded.

Xerath took small bites of yogurt, intentionally avoiding Sylas’s gaze.

Withered Leaf City’s summer was much cooler than Star Song Castle. Sylas felt this as soon as they walked out of the Mage Guild Hall. A strange yet familiar sense of nostalgia filled her heart. Thinking about the teacher walking beside her, whom she had thought about day and night, she couldn’t help but hop a few more times.

This time, Titus also came out with them. The huge magic wolf ran around the street, even though it had a muzzle on, scaring quite a few people. After all, the magic wolf’s paws were still quite sharp, but Titus had trimmed its claws.

In the morning, they didn’t need it for a while. They slowly walked together and took it to the pet store. Then, somehow, they forgot their destination while talking. When they came back to their senses, they were already at the library entrance.

Xerath looked up and asked, "How did we end up at the library? Are you looking for something?"

"No, no, I’m just following you."

Xerath smiled and said, "My life is quite boring, I end up at the library even if I wander around. But since we’re here, let’s go inside and take a look."

Every now and then, the archmage would come and check if there were any updates in the journals or if the Yearbooks were compiled. Sylas, knowing her habits well, held her hand as they slowly walked to the journal reading room. Xerath casually flipped through the newspapers and magazines there, and after going through them once, they left and went to the main hall.