Chapter 221

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Chapter 221

Difficult to understand the relationship between master and servant, but quite enviable. Maybe one day she and Xerath could play around without any hard feelings, but perhaps it would never happen.

"When you came in earlier… you greeted her. Were you acquainted with her before?"

The demon smiled knowingly, "Eilan has already explained her connection with us in class, but she’s different from you, my mischievous little cutie. She’s a tough nut to crack."

Sylas pointed out with a smile, "So you didn’t gain any advantage at all?"

"Of course!" the succubus said impatiently, "No kisses, no touching, and get too close and she’ll burn me with fire. You’re the best." The succubus then leaned in and planted a kiss on her face, leaving a red lip mark behind.

Sylas was about to reach up to wipe it off when Kuowa stopped her. Unfortunately, they ended up facing Xerath directly, and she awkwardly looked at Xerath, unsure of how to react.

Although the light was not strong, it was still enough to see the lip mark on her face.

Xerath seemed to chuckle and didn’t show any further response. Their gazes then shifted away from each other.

The archmage’s current dance partner is old Master Emerson. Noticing that she’s absent-minded, he couldn’t help but ask, "When did you take on an apprentice?"

Xerath sighed and said, "Teacher, I mentioned this last time we met."

"Is that so? I don’t remember."

"Yes, at that time you were all busy teasing Sashara and Biatris about having a baby."

Emerson awkwardly chuckled, "Well, that’s understandable. After all, they’re together, so I take most of the responsibility."

"Being ‘together’ isn’t a bad thing."

"But because of this, they went through a lot of unnecessary hardships. Let’s not talk about that. That’s why you and Diego have a special connection?"

"Probably because of that. For a while, I had a bunch of questions to ask him almost every day. After all, there aren’t many people I can ask." And Diego is always the one who’s eager to help.

"The first apprentice is always difficult to handle, but the second one will be easier. The older one will help the younger one, become more responsible, and the younger one will have a role model, making them learn faster. So…"

"No, I won’t take any more apprentices," Xerath interrupted him.

Emerson sighed and tucked the loose strands of her hair behind her ear. "Why? I used to worry that you would feel lonely, that you always felt like the odd one out in the tower… I think you always saw yourself as an extra."

Xerath looked up, her gray eyes calmly meeting Emerson’s. "There’s nothing wrong with being alone. I’ve benefited greatly from it. It’s partly why I received my promotion so quickly. I never blamed you for it."

"It makes me happy to hear you say that, even if it’s not true… But I still wish someone could accompany you, many people to share your joys. It’s a difficult feeling, to feel like ‘no one understands.’ Do you feel like you’re not suited to taking on apprentices?"

Xerath smiled faintly. "Yes, I’m not suited for it."

"Is Sylas not to your liking?"

"Huh? No, no. It’s a remarkable coincidence with her. If she wasn’t so talented, I wouldn’t have the patience to teach her. That means…" she took a deep breath and then exhaled heavily, "…there won’t be anyone like her anymore."

Emerson was passionate about teaching. His students were highly talented individuals, but he couldn’t quite understand this feeling.

"Child, the world is vast, and there are countless gifted people. No matter how much of a genius someone is, they are still human. It’s always more important to nurture their abilities. Don’t think that this is the only one."

The archmage let out a deep sigh, a hint of sadness appeared in his warm gray eyes. "Teacher, you have never truly witnessed her astonishing and envy-inducing talent. I can sense that she is like me, but she is destined for something greater… She might become the first ‘Magic Weaver’ among humans."

Emerson couldn’t help but be moved.

Magic is the language of the Creator. The gods taught the language to dragons and elves. Dragon language is not suitable for other creatures on land, and all humanoid creatures’ spells originate from the ancient Elven language. Over time, this language has evolved into many different languages, and magic has gradually weakened. However, there are still a few languages that have inherited the magical essence bestowed by the gods.

Humans were originally quite foolish creatures, with weak language powers incapable of commanding this force. However, there was a wise race among humans that had close relations with elves. They borrowed a large number of words from the Elven language. With this language closely related to Elven language in both grammar and vocabulary, humans were finally able to use magic. However, all spells came from elven magic, allowing only limited modifications within the existing framework, and not the creation of entirely new spells.

Dragons were almost born as Magic Weavers. The language of these creatures, which are very close to the Creator, naturally possesses magic. The elements obey the dragon’s language and submit to their will. Whatever kind of spell the dragon desires, it can be done.

But humans have never had such wise individuals. Even the top archmages are unable to create new spells. Human Magic Weavers have only ever existed in their ideals.

"Do you understand what you’re talking about? Isn’t this just a crazy delusion brought about by your high expectations for your little disciple?"

"I understand. When she came to Aimekotes, she couldn’t even speak. She nearly demolished my tower with just her shouts. The elements have always obeyed me, but at her age, she can compete with me for control over them." She gestured to her waist, remembering when she had once held the tiny Sylas. A sweet smile appeared on her face.

This is indeed a rare phenomenon. Some people have a natural affinity for the elements. Emerson is one of them, and almost all of his disciples are the same, showing a special attraction to one or two elements. Xerath is already considered very unique, with a very high affinity for all four elements, allowing her to cast spells without much difficulty or failure.

But moving elements has never been an easy task, just like giving orders to someone, you must clearly describe your intentions, elemental mages must use the ancient Saiti language or Gustavian language to clearly communicate their requirements, in great detail if possible, so that the elements may obediently comply with the summons.

No one – no human can be an exception, not even Xerath.

But now, Xerath says there might be an exception.

Emerson couldn’t speak, basically he believed in Xerath’s judgment, but it was too unbelievable.

"I can… I can…"

"Teacher, she’s not my pet, she’s my student, she shouldn’t perform casually in front of guests." She raised an eyebrow, stopping Emerson’s wild imagination, "If there’s a chance in the future, I’ll invite you to Aimekotes, but before that, I hope she can graduate successfully."

After all, only after graduating can one be considered a formal mage; the status of an apprentice always makes people feel like they are dependents of certain individuals – teachers, employers, families.

"Well, don’t forget, I’m looking forward to that day."

Xerath is also looking forward to it, but not to that elusive day. As soon as the song ended, she eagerly let go of Emerson’s hand and turned around to search for Sylas.

Sylas seemed to be looking for someone, but when she saw her, she stopped moving and tried to make her way through the crowd to find her. She also started to move towards Sylas, with people passing between them, but getting closer.

Sylas was extremely happy because Xerath was responding to her. She knew she had to go find her, and not only did she not refuse, but she also walked towards her.

But at that moment, Kuowa, who knows when she came to chase after them, pushed her shoulder and pushed her aside, her wings blocking her view.

"I can’t see her anymore!"

The alluring voice of the demon said, "Don’t forget what I told you. Even if it’s something you don’t want, as soon as someone tries to take it away, you instinctively try to keep it."

"But she’s coming to find me?"

"I said ‘even if.’ That way, she will be more nervous. Go, go and dance with someone else. It’s impolite to reject others." Kuowa suddenly pushed her, and she stumbled forward, but a handsome boy quickly caught her.

"Are you okay?"

Sylas quickly withdrew her hand, "Elwyn."

Elwyn smiled kindly and said, "I’ve always wanted to ask you to dance, would you be willing?"

She remembered what the devil had said, hesitating as she searched for Xerath. Even though she was such a bright person, it seemed like she had disappeared.

Where did she go?

But then, the sound of music suddenly filled the empty space. Sylas reluctantly nodded, but she knew it was polite to pay attention when talking to someone else.

Elwyn happily held her hand, while she kept a cautious distance and absentmindedly answered his questions. After Elwyn asked over ten questions, Sylas’s lack of cooperation made him feel frustrated.

The atmosphere became awkward, so Sylas had to bring up Luna’s matter. Elwyn felt relieved and eagerly exposed his sister’s secrets, which he had known since they were little. After this dance, Sylas probably knew that Luna had once cut a neighbor girl’s braids and had done something similar to their family’s golden Pegasus, all because the other person’s golden hair was prettier than her own.

It was too awkward, but theoretically, Elwyn could not monopolize all the little fairies. In an instant after Elwyn released her hand, another boy suddenly intervened between them and anxiously said, "Sylas, I like you!"

Within a small circle around them, everyone fell silent and looked in their direction. The boy became nervous and explained incoherently, "I’m not… I don’t need you to respond. I know you don’t even know me! We took a scroll class together! But I’m about to leave the school, and I just wanted to tell you at least that my name is Shephard Senkin!"

He reached out his hand, and Sylas confusedly shook it.