Chapter 217

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Chapter 217

Jane truthfully confessed, "A scorch mark. Although she covered it up immediately, but… there were many people watching at the time. Everyone in the whole campus knew about it. During this time, people have been whispering and pointing at her, saying she is…"

The archmage’s eyes, cold and gray, stared at her.

"… a ‘slave.’"

The word "female slave" is different from "slave". It’s a word with a special meaning, especially in informal settings. This word has a broader and richer meaning than in formal written language, and it easily brings to mind young girls who have received special training and are later sold to wealthy nobles for entertainment.

Xerath took a deep breath, held Sylas’s hands for a moment without saying anything, and then briefly said, "When I bought her, she was indeed a slave. It’s not her fault. She is intelligent and hardworking. She shouldn’t have to endure all this."

Perhaps pinching Sylas too hard, she lifted her head from her arm and looked at Xerath with confusion. The archmage smiled and gestured for her to continue sleeping, restraining the impulse to kiss the back of her hand.

"Teacher…"

Xerath whispered, "It’s okay, I’m here."

Sylas had heard this sentence many times before, from childhood to now. Even if she couldn’t hear it this time, she still recognized what Xerath was saying. So, although she was anxious, she obediently lay back down.

Jane felt like she was about to burst. She should share what she had seen and heard today with Fenika and Luna right away.

Xerath lowered her head, sighed deeply, picked up a jar of oil paint that had been sitting there for a while, dipped a bit of paint with a felt-tip brush, and signed her name on the exquisitely crafted emblem that Jane had brought. She politely smiled and said, "Thank you for writing the article. I really didn’t know how to handle all those people who casually insulted me before. Thank you for defending me and taking care of Sylas."

"This is, this is what I should do!!" Jane said excitedly. Sylas had once said, "I fight for her because she’s worth it." Now, Jane truly agreed with this statement from the bottom of her heart. And this female slave of the archmage actually didn’t take credit or rewards for this matter.

Xerath smiled and said, "Thank you so much, you and your knights, and…" She smiled at Sylas and continued, "for everything your knights have done for me."

Jane felt like she was about to burst into flames. She thought to herself, "Sylas really isn’t easy. If I had to be around an archmage like her every day, I’d be completely burned up. But Sylas, she stood there calmly, suppressing her own admiration."

The archmage suddenly asked a question, "Do you know anything about her witchcraft research?"

"Witchcraft? Like magic spells? The Dueling Law, perhaps?"

"Yes." In fact, after Emerson asked her, "Do you mind having another apprentice?" she had already guessed what was going on. She realized that Swoboda and Emerson, both dedicated to studying witchcraft, must have come together. It was most likely that Swoboda, who was acting as Sylas’s guide in this small group of four, saw her enthusiasm for studying the "Dueling Law." That’s why, on the day of her graduation ceremony, Swoboda called Emerson out from his seclusion and said she wanted to introduce him to a very talented young apprentice.

Thinking of this, Jane couldn’t help but smile. On the day the precious gem was revealed, everyone would see her shining brightly, and they would all be drawn to her. But all of this belonged to her, to archmage Xerath, and no one else had the right to share it.

She couldn’t help but touch her wrist, where the contract spells had left a soul imprint. It was a byproduct of the intense intensity of the contract scroll at that time.

"I don’t know much… I only know that Sylas classifies it as a type of magic spell. But every now and then, I find that the ‘Shame Mark’ undergoes a little change, either in color or shape, and it can even be switched on and off at will."

Xerath smiled and unfolded the napkin, instructing the server to bring the food. She said, "It seems like the school was worth it. You’ve achieved quite a lot."

It was the same for Jane, this trip was definitely not in vain. She had the opportunity to observe the archmage up close. There was nothing to criticize about her, not only referring to her flawless skin, but also to her exquisite and elegant movements, accompanied by a calm expression, which gave off an atmosphere of both "handsome and aloof".

No, that’s not right, she actually liked to smile. When she smiled, it was sweet and beautiful, and her eyes were filled with warmth. Maybe it was because Sylas’s excellent grades made her happy, or perhaps it was just… she always reacted this way when she saw Sylas.

Everyone’s little fairy is so adorable! Just seeing her puts everyone in a good mood, not to mention her confident and charming demeanor. Ah, they are such a perfect match.

Jane rubbed her face, trying to relax herself, silently eating and trying to think of something else. She didn’t want to reveal a creepy silly smile or embarrass herself in front of the archmage.

Only Sylas was silently eating, troubled by something. Jane was busy bad-mouthing her in front of Xerath. She couldn’t stop herself and didn’t know exactly what she said. What would she do if she accidentally mentioned something that Jane hadn’t revealed yet when she explained or refuted it to Xerath later?

Meanwhile, the archmage’s smile never faded. From time to time, she would glance at her troubled apprentice, who was all alone. Each time, her smile would deepen.

Sylas suddenly remembered something and asked anxiously, "Where is Titus?!"

Xerath replied, "Don’t worry, Shamodial will take care of it. Maybe he will take it to find Virgil."

"Has Virgil arrived?"

"Yes, I saw him in the crowd just now, but he might have other things to do, so he didn’t say hello." This is the truth. Virgil rarely dressed nicely, he shaved off his beard and only left a mustache, he looked completely unrecognizable at first glance. And he was distracted, not paying attention to Sylas’s speech, there must be some bad thoughts, bad things, and conspiracies related to Virgil, this is life experience.

After dinner, Jane promptly left, when Luna arrived at Fenika’s bookstore, Luna was still there, not knowing what she was writing with great urgency, and Fenika also looked serious, staring at the quill pen making rustling noises in front of her.

Jane shouted without any ladylike manner, "Comrades! Today, my life is worth dying for!"

Luna and Fenika rushed over and surrounded her, she excitedly shared what she had just seen and heard.

Luna kept covering her chest and repeatedly exclaimed, "Oh my heavens," while Fenika had her hand over her mouth the whole time, occasionally showing a thoughtful expression.

"She was laughing the whole time! At first, it was a gentle smile, but when she listened to Sylas’s stories, her eyes would light up. I told her so many of Sylas’s little secrets just to make her laugh!"

"Oh my goodness, you’re going to get her in trouble! What if she goes home and gets punished?"

"No, that won’t happen, right? Maybe she’s just worried too much on her own. She’s hunched over the table, afraid to look up, but every time she glances at her, the Archmage’s smile deepens. It’s so beautiful, so beautiful… She won’t be angry, Sylas will only make her proud."

"The little fairy was raised by the big fairy, it makes sense," Luna nodded with certainty.

"This is truly the biggest event in history, did we imagine this pairing from the start? And now, it has actually become completely true. I want to open a bottle of champagne to celebrate!" Fenika announced, then she hurried off and came back with a bottle of sparkling wine.

When the golden liquid poured into the cup, it made a sound of bubbles bursting. Luna suddenly sniffed, catching the attention of the other two.

"What’s wrong with you?"

Luna wiped away her tears with her sleeve and said, "But in the real world, the archmage may never respond to her, right?"

"You provided the contents of those affectionate letters!"

"If we remove our imaginative interpretations, aren’t they just ordinary family letters?"

This remark was calm and stern. Everyone knew that such a close bond like family is difficult to cross in reality, only in novels can it be dismissed.

Jane said, "Don’t worry, we still have a farewell party tonight, right? I’ll go serve the drinks, will you go dance with your brother?"

"…Yes, I will!" Luna rekindled her hope.

Maybe the only person in the world who doesn’t take the party seriously is the person involved. After not following by Jane, the two elemental envoys sighed in relief and secretly rejoiced when they noticed each other’s slight movements.

Did she sigh in relief to be alone with me? They both had such thoughts separately.

"Who do you have a dance date with tonight?"

Sylas shook her head. "Won’t you dance with me?" She remembered when Virgil suggested to her, "Find an old wizard to dance with so that you can experience the skills that ordinary middle-aged people forget from their youth." Her mischievous side couldn’t help but become restless.

Xerath smiled slowly, whether intentionally or unintentionally, and opened her five fingers to hold Sylas’s hand. Now their ten fingers were intertwined as Sylas’s heart raced uncontrollably. She eventually couldn’t help but tighten her grip on Xerath’s hand, afraid that she would immediately withdraw it.

But she didn’t. She held Sylas’s hand tightly and then relaxed, smiling and saying, "Alright, does someone teach you how to dance?"

"Yes, I found a basic etiquette class where you don’t have to submit assignments or essays, you just need to go dancing at night, and it’s worth three credits, so I went."

"Who is your dance partner?"

"Usually Luna or Caroline."

"Ah, you’re doing a boy’s step?"

"I can let you do the boy’s step too," she said cunningly. The girl’s step is much easier than the boy’s step, and she would choose to do the girl’s step if the archmage hasn’t danced for a long time, to gain dominance in her interaction with Xerath. Just the thought of it makes her excited. Especially, especially some special moves, the archmage can no longer refuse her embrace.

Xerath raised an eyebrow, "Okay, I’ll do the boy’s step, you do the girl’s step."

The plan was frustrated, and Sylas was a little unhappy, but regardless, physical contact is always necessary. Moreover, she also has the secret move that Kuowa taught her!