Chapter 202

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Chapter 202

"Who knows, he has been getting more and more mysterious lately. We had a fight about it, he told me not to care, so I stopped caring."

Luna said in surprise, "He told you not to care, and you just stopped caring? He’s your younger brother!"

"He was born just one hour later than me, what kind of age advantage is that?"

Luna gasped, "Aren’t you afraid he’ll actually find a boyfriend, and end up getting hurt and ruined for life?"

Caroline looked at her helplessly, "Then I should be more worried about you."

"Me? I’m already an adult! I definitely know how to handle relationship problems! I have plenty of methods to deal with men! But Swis is still a… ‘baby bird.’"

"My silly little brother doesn’t look as silly as he seems, I think he can handle his emotions well."

Sylas reluctantly interrupted the conversation, saying, "…Please don’t assume that Swis has already found a boyfriend, okay?"

"Then why don’t you go and ask him, see how it goes?"

Unfortunately, Swis kept avoiding the topic. His unresponsive attitude frustrated Luna, making her understand why Caroline had argued with him about this. Luna wasn’t really someone with much perseverance, to be honest. Her enthusiasm for "talking to Swis" would fluctuate from high to low, and it had already lasted for a month, which was quite impressive.

But there was something to be happy about: after practicing hard for a while, Sylas finally stopped stepping on her dance partner’s feet. It felt like a string had been connected in her mind, and her body automatically remembered the dance steps. She no longer needed to fully focus on entering a state of "being one with the dance." It was quite challenging.

In regard to this, the succubus proudly declared that it was all thanks to her. No one in the North Tower objected because Swis often missed activities, Luna was busy with her love life, and Caroline sometimes had evening classes. Only the succubus always had nothing better to do, so she would come around.

"Why do you always come over to us? I feel like I’ve learned this Hunting Mark quite well already."

"Are you trying to drive me away?" Kuowa suddenly displayed a tearful expression, making Sylas feel an unexpected sense of guilt.

"No… I’m just inquiring about your motives."

The succubus flew around her, sniffing here and there, and suddenly flashed a mischievous smile. "Do you know why the demons in Borliboli are eager to hunt you?"

Sylas shook her head, vaguely feeling that the reason might be the same as when she was chased as a child.

"For example," Kuowa shook her head, "everyone wants beautiful things for themselves, and this is especially common among demons. When I was a child, I was captured by several demon lords."

"Ah…" Sylas showed a sympathetic expression. She also remembered being briefly captured a few times. The greed in human eyes made her instinctively detest it, so she felt like she could understand Kuowa’s feelings.

"No need to comfort me, I killed them all later. I am the final Grand Lord, after absorbing their power and territory," she said proudly with a hint of boast, "Even some humans are like that. When they see a beautiful flower, they want to secretly pick it, bring it home, and display it for a few days, without caring about the flower’s well-being."

That’s right, Sylas nodded nervously, recalling that Xerath had once said she "guiltily picked a few peach blossoms and made them into bookmarks."

Kuowa leaned closer and whispered quickly, "To demons, you are such a ‘treasure.’ Everyone wants to claim you as their own, but they have all failed."

"’Treasure’?" This word sounded familiar to her, but completely unfamiliar at the same time. She couldn’t remember its meaning at all, which was strange. The old mage, who was far away on the horizon, had taught her well, and her memory was good, especially for vocabulary. There were rarely moments when she recognized a word but couldn’t remember its meaning. "What does it mean?"

Kuowa widened her eyes, almost popping them out, and her nose almost touched Sylas’s. "What? You didn’t study ancient poetry appreciation? Didn’t you take that course last semester?"

"What does that have to do with anything?" She missed a few half-classes because of duels, can’t be just a coincidence, right?

Kuowa tapped her chest with the back of her hand and said, "’Treasure,’ it’s a symbol that often appears in Gu Gaoboren’s poems. It means something very rare and precious, and as a symbol, it’s often used to describe something that is hard to let go of."

Sylas smiled, "Have you attended many classes?"

"Of course, sometimes Eilan doesn’t let me bother her while she’s working, but she also doesn’t let me go out and fool around. Otherwise, she won’t let me go to bed, sometimes she even locks the bedroom door. So I have no choice but to attend classes, I’ve almost attended all the classes in school."

"The Dean must be proud to have such a contract demon, right?"

Kuowa shrugged and let out a sigh, "I don’t know, really don’t know. Eilan is a very special human, maybe there’s only one in tens of thousands of people who is like her. She’s the type with a really high S-value, demons can’t see through her at all."

Sylas sighed along with her, "Treasure," she remembered, Xerath once told her "you are my ‘treasure’." Her teacher was studying Gu Gaoboren’s language poetry at that time, so it’s not surprising that this symbol would appear in conversations. She felt a little happy in her heart just now, but upon careful consideration, what does it really represent?

Xerath is someone she can never figure out. Nobody is like her, so Sylas has no points of reference, it’s like trying to learn a completely new language without the help of a dictionary.

"Ah, you haven’t finished yet. Why did all the demons give up hunting me again? Just because the school is under Borliboli Grand Lord’s territory?"

"No, "Kuowa blinked her eyes, "I don’t know either. I didn’t participate in the hunt. Dancing, maybe? Can your water lord play a musical instrument?"

Sylas pulled Leunen out, the slippery water lord covered his tentacle on his head to show that he can only whistle.

"Whistling is also fine. How about a song in 4/3 beat? Dancing, perhaps? ‘Poor Soul with a Master’?"

This was completely a demonic language, bubbling like lava. Sylas frowned and asked, "What? What does that word you just said mean?"

Kuowa waved her hand and said, "It means comrade. If you don’t step on my feet today, I’ll teach you a little trick."

"About what?" Sylas stood tall, one hand resting on Kuowa’s shoulder, the other hand holding hers.

Kuowa mysteriously blinked, "The steps of the women’s dance can also guide the dance partner. Let’s get started!"

She gave Sylas’s hand a pull and, accompanied by the melodious whistling of the water lord, they started with the "Flag Step," leading Sylas in turns and shifts.

"Are you graduating soon?"

"Hmm."

"Wow, you’re so fast. I feel like I haven’t played enough with you."

"I will occasionally come, for example, during exams."

"So that’s why you’re in such a hurry to learn how to dance? Is it for the farewell ball?"

"Yes." There was a strange pause here. The two of them had practiced for a long time. Kuowa turned backward and Sylas held her hand. But clearly, she felt that this time was different from before. During the pulling, Kuowa made a slight but noticeable effort, causing their bodies to come closer and even collide unexpectedly. Kuowa tucked into her arms, and the minimal distance that was supposed to be maintained in the dance was finally broken.

Sylas slightly furrowed her brow and quietly stepped back. However, at that moment, she realized that maybe this was the "feminine way of guiding a dance partner" that Kuowa had mentioned. She wanted to see what Kuowa would do next.

"Is there someone specific you want to invite to dance?" asked succubus in her arms. But before Sylas could push her away, Kuowa quietly moved away and gently held her fingers. This was an outward turning action, and if she didn’t hold on tight, it would definitely lead to a mistake!

She quickly tried to hold Kuowa’s hand, but her fingertips still slipped away. However, just before they separated, Kuowa hooked her fingers and gracefully turned back.

"Is it a boy who graduated in the same year? Don’t be shy, my old demon self has been watching for twenty years."

"No… not." She wanted to speak but stopped, a blush appearing on her face. Kuowa giggled and the two suddenly got closer because of a specific action, Sylas’s emerald green eyes also enlarged in her eyes.

Kuowa asked with a giggly smile, "So there’s someone you really want to dance with, right?"

She tilted her head and answered, "You always… can’t avoid farewell dances, you always have to dance, right? Why not learn it well and don’t embarrass yourself?"

"Don’t evade the question, look into my eyes and answer," her purple eyes stared at those innocent green eyes, "Is there or isn’t there?"

Sylas nodded shyly.

"What… kind of person?"

Sylas shook her head slowly, "I don’t… I’m not even sure if she will come."

"Why don’t you ask her? And… there are only two months left. Did you know? Eilan noticed you in the first semester, your report card is twice as long as anyone else’s, we’ve all been doing the math for you."

"I’m afraid…"

"Are you afraid that she will say no to your invitation?"

"…Um."

"Why don’t you give it a try? Write some more letters," Succubus said carefree. "It’s not a big deal, it’s just being rejected."

"You seem quite experienced," Sylas suddenly frowned. "Who rejected you? Regular humans can’t reject you, was it a demon?" She smirked cunningly, "Was it the headmaster?"

Kuowa pursed her lips and smiled, her usually calm and somewhat provocative smile now showing a hint of shyness. "Of course, I went to her with the contract and she found faults in it, then she threw the parchment back at me. I went to her five times to negotiate the terms, and only then did we finally reach an agreement. She really knows her stuff when it comes to demon contracts."