Chapter 207

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Chapter 207

"Fortunately, I dodged quickly just now, I’m fine. It will be better after rinsing for a while. Luckily, I didn’t get burned, just scalded."

"Hmm… hmm…"

But the water couldn’t hide the scar. The people in the front row instinctively gathered around, and suddenly a student said, "Oh my, it’s… it’s… a burn mark!"

"It’s a word!"

This news spread quickly. The burn mark and the writing on the collarbone were only present on one type of person.

"A slave!"

"What? The little fairy is… is a slave?"

Most likely a ‘slave girl.’ The rumor changed by the time it reached the fifth circle. When Luna and Jane squeezed into the crowd, they heard this sentence.

"Who is the ‘slave girl?’" Jane asked, pulling a nearby student.

"It’s Sylas. She has a slave brand on her shoulder."

Luna was already anxious. She hadn’t expected Sylas’s slave status to be exposed at this moment. She suddenly pushed through the crowd, stood in front of Sylas, and shouted loudly at the crowd, "What are you looking at? Don’t you dare look! If you look again, I’ll make my dad come and arrest you!"

Jane sighed and found members of the nearby knight squad, pushing away unrelated people.

Jane sighed and found members of the nearby knight squad, separating unrelated people outside. However, watching the excitement is just human nature. The crowd refused to leave. Newcomers asked those who had been there earlier. Eilan, held by Kuowa, descended from above, shooting water arrows in all directions to disperse the crowd. Violin Samurai gathered from all sides to the hall, pounding their bows and shouting at the students who refused to leave, threatening to deduct their disciplinary scores.

After quickly understanding the situation here with Kat, Eilan immediately took Sylas away. Jane, Luna, and Caroline followed Eilan, running together. Kat hesitated whether to follow. Kuowa whispered, "Don’t stop, keep spraying water!"

"But Eilan, your clothes…"

Eilan sighed. "They’re already wet. I just took a leave. Will this school fall apart without me?"

"Eilan, it’s not your fault," Kuowa flew by her side, wanting to bring Sylas over, but Eilan refused.

In the infirmary, after pouring some water into an hourglass again, the school doctor applied burn medicine and wrapped her in bandages. As he applied the medicine, he muttered under his breath, "If you erase my memory again with demons, I’ll have to ask for a raise."

"No, no, no, salary is off the table, but we can consider a bonus."

"Can’t I just not look? I really didn’t look." Perhaps the school doctor was an experienced person, as he saw the burn scar on Sylas’s shoulder, he somewhat understood that it was another thing that could make Eilan lose control. He almost gave up on resisting futilely. He uncovered the clothes sticking to Sylas’s shoulder, and Sylas instinctively reached to cover it, but he stopped her. "Stay still, if you don’t want it to hurt for another half month, don’t move. I won’t look, let’s do this quickly, no one will know what’s written on it, okay?"

The wet clothes on her body were taken off by the school doctor, and she was tucked into a dry blanket while naked.

"Hmm, not many people have looked carefully," even Kat and the girls were pushed away by her.

The school doctor, isolated and self-deprecating, said, "Luckily, there’s still Kuowa, otherwise I wouldn’t know how many times I’d have been silenced."

The succubus chuckled, "No need to thank me."

The old burn scar wasn’t very clear, her body had grown too much, and the writing was stretched out and blurry. She hadn’t exposed it to the sun for color, nor had she gotten tattoos every year to enhance the effect. Without careful identification, it was indeed not an easy task to see clearly what was written on it. Even so, Eilan could still make out the combination of a rank and a master’s name, rather than a combination of a common slave’s name and a master’s name.

Of course, she could only assert this after knowing in advance that Sylas had become someone’s "contract demon" for some reason. According to common sense, humans cannot become their own "contract demon," so even if they see this line of text, they would probably think that this girl’s name is "A" or any related name.

Sylas was awake throughout the whole process, but she didn’t say a word. She waited for the principal to ask her, and then she refused to answer the question, so as not to mention Xerath’s name.

Sylas," Eilan called out her name. Sylas thought to herself, "Here it comes.

However, Eilan said, "I don’t care how those marks ended up on you. They can’t affect your grades. So far, your achievements are real. That’s all I care about."

"Oh… oh."

"Next, you will face many rumors. That’s what worries me."

Sylas looked up in confusion, not really understanding what it meant.

Eilan sighed and said, "If there’s anything you can’t understand, come to me or Kuowa."

The school nurse had wrapped a lot of bandages around her shoulder, completely covering the gruesome burn scars. Worriedly, Sylas asked, "Will… will it alert my guardian?"

"I still want to tell Maryland about this, she has the right to know that you got hurt."

"Getting injured in a duel is inevitable, and dueling is legal."

Eilan looked deeply at her and said, "I hope you can take good care of yourself for the remaining month. Sauran is a revengeful fool who doesn’t care about consequences. If possible, it would be better for you not to leave the school gate and just eat in the cafeteria."

"Is this a mandatory command?"

After thinking for a moment, Eilan said, "No, this is an additional advice I’m giving you. Star Song Castle values students like you who have talent."

"Thank you."

"No need to thank me. Luna went to get your clothes. You can leave soon."

The school doctor hurriedly reminded, "Take the medicine back and change it yourself before I forget!"

After a while, Luna brought the clothes over. Under the silent urging gaze of the dean, she ran up to Sylas’s bed to help her put on the clothes. Both of them left the medical room.

Kuowa smiled at the school doctor, who awkwardly closed their eyes. The demon’s small, pale hand gently covered her forehead, and the green fire silently burst for a moment. The school doctor fell back onto the bed.

The duel came to an end, but the rumors didn’t stop. The beautiful and smart second grader, Fairy, was said to be a female slave, and this kind of peach-colored news always spread as fast as a plague. Even Fenika heard the news.

"So you didn’t just come up with this part out of nowhere?" Fenika asked Luna, tapping on that section of text. It depicted a scene where archmage Xerath commanded Sylas to kiss herself, and it seemed to be quite exciting. Everyone loved this part, little did they know there was a hidden secret.

Luna said defiantly, "I can’t just say she’s real, can I?"

Jane said, "I still remember how she found it strange in class that humans couldn’t become human contract holders."

Fenika grabbed her hair, which was as messy as seaweed.

"This is just too realistic, I have a bad feeling about it."

"What kind of feeling?"

"Things are going unusually well, exactly how I want them to be. It feels like I must be dreaming," Fenika said calmly, but with a hint of bitterness.

Luna reached out and pinched her, the pain reminding them that all of this was real.

"This is just too unbelievable, I’m feeling so anxious and scared that it’s all just my imagination," Fenika deflated, slumping onto the table. "You’re still young, you don’t understand the torment of a love that feels like love but isn’t."

Jane and Luna comforted her, saying, "We understand, we understand, you’ve written it all in your book."

On the other hand, these three loyal ladies realized that their worries about Sylas not being able to handle these issues were completely unnecessary. It seemed like she had no tragic past at all, as if Sauran’s party members came to provoke her, throwing garbage at her face beneath the signboard.

The physical attack was forcefully halted by a sudden surge of water, but the water couldn’t block the verbal attacks. In the hustle and bustle of the crowd, someone shouted loudly, "So you’re even lower than a prostitute, only she would defend you!"

The surroundings instantly fell silent, Sylas’s mocking laughter sounded particularly harsh in the empty hall. "Is this your logic? ‘Even though I’m foolish, going along with the crowd, just by insulting what I deem as lowly, I’ll appear very noble’? How did you even get accepted here? Don’t you feel out of place among all the rational people around you?"

"But you’re a slave girl, you can’t deny it!"

"You stole your roommate Kaman’s signet ring and blamed it on the neighbor Kelri, did you do it just because I’m a slave girl? Does that seem right to you?" Sylas had never been afraid of Sauran’s party members, and she had even less reason to fear them after obtaining the Swiss version of the roster. The only thing to be afraid of was Swis.

"Sherman, is this true?" Suddenly, someone rushed out from upstairs, grabbing his collar and asking, "Where is the ring? What did you do with it?"

"Listen to me…" He didn’t have a chance to explain, as his roommate rushed up and punched him, knocking him down. Sylas took advantage of the chaos and escaped. She still had an exam in the next class.

Kuowa didn’t know when Kuowa flew behind her and said, "I’m glad you weren’t influenced by these people."

"Of course I do! I’m just someone caught up in this mess. It feels awful to be the target of everyone’s blame. And there’s another person silently enduring these false accusations for eight years. How can people be so cruel!" She angrily hit her backpack and gritted her teeth as she finished speaking.

"Yes, that’s how humans are. They spend their whole lives fighting their evil instincts, so they’re especially susceptible to temptation." The demon flapped its wings and seemed unaffected by her ordeal.

"Do you have something to tell me? It can’t be that you’ve come to hear my confession, right?"

"Of course, there is something important. Eilan said she is working to secure the position of the outstanding student representative for you. You can inform the invited guests that you might give a speech at the graduation ceremony."