Chapter 231

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Chapter 231

"That’s alright, it’s completely normal. Even though she might be a noble person, it’s normal for someone to like another person and want to have any kind of relationship with her. It only shows that you genuinely like her from the bottom of your heart, and that your body and soul are attracted to her. Don’t cry, don’t cry. Quickly wipe your tears…" Fenika hurriedly handed her a handkerchief as Sylas held onto the fabric, realizing she didn’t know what to do with it. She had to do it for her.

"This only shows that you are a normal human being. Thoughts alone don’t make someone a criminal. Everyone has bad thoughts. Even I sometimes have sudden thoughts of killing someone for no reason, but I never act on them. That’s the difference between me and a truly evil person. Human reason can control our wild instincts and desires, and that’s the difference between you and truly despicable people. Don’t cry, okay? Nothing has happened yet!"

Fenika sighed, added a little more tea for her and a little for herself. "You can let your imagination run wild. No one else will know. Don’t suppress yourself too much. Release your desires in your imagination. In reality, you are still a… a good person. It’s alright, I promise."

Sylas didn’t respond, lost in her thoughts, but suddenly there were ripples in the calm cup. Fenika handed her the handkerchief, saying, "Wipe your tears, I can’t reach."

Sylas lowered her head, wiping away her tears, then raised her head and forced a smile. "Thank you, I feel much better. Maybe I need some time alone to figure things out. What are you writing?"

Fenika smiled somewhat unnaturally, saying, "Nothing important, just a few separate ideas. They’ll be used in a novel later." Of course, she didn’t want Sylas to know that in her story, the two of them had already reached a stage that was beyond what she could imagine.

"Then sit for a while. If you want water, come and pour it yourself."

"Alright, thanks. I’ll leave during lunchtime."

You can stay and have a meal without leaving. I won’t tell anyone about what happened today, so don’t worry. But maybe it will appear in an unpublished novel after being embellished and refined, only circulating among the strict sisterhood who follows the rules.

In fact, these separate but interconnected little stories in the circle are a form of an ancient but loosely organized sisterhood. The members within the circle abide by strict "rules," including never mentioning any related content in front of real people, not spectating, not creating a fuss, not spreading it to unrelated individuals, not getting into conflicts with others over pairings, and ensuring their own cultural and artistic cultivation.

These rules are passed down among generations of girls, and the stories are passed from one person to another. Fenika prefers to call this place a library rather than a salon. In her secret living room, there is a corner specifically dedicated to collecting similar texts. This corner is also attached with spells, and unrelated people simply cannot see it. That’s why Sylas hasn’t seen Eilan and Kuowa’s story yet.

Lunchtime quickly arrived after she deliberately wasted time. She came to the cafeteria alone a bit earlier, had her meal, and went to the library early to secure a spot. Fenika’s words made a lot of sense. Desires cannot be suppressed; they always seek an outlet to vent. After spending the morning with her eyes closed, lost in her thoughts, she could finally study without feeling guilty in the afternoon.

During dinner, she found Luna. Her four classmates were very surprised to see her secretly return to school. Luna even exclaimed, "What happened? Did the teachers kick you out? Oh my, how could this happen? What did you do?"

"Wait, wait, Luna, I haven’t…"

"Haven’t what?"

"Haven’t been kicked out." But she had a feeling that it was only a matter of time, as long as one day she couldn’t resist her fantasies.

"Then why did you suddenly come back?"

"Come out and relax."

"You, person," Luna suddenly laughed. "Can’t you even say ‘come back and see you all’?"

"Um… I…"

"Her heart is not here at all!" Luna turned around and whispered quickly and quietly to Jane, then replied with a forgiving smile, and said to Sylas, "Let’s go out for dinner."

This meal was eaten sullenly, even though Sylas had tried to joke and talk with everyone, but the things she cared about always weighed on her chest, always appearing in her mind during their conversations.

Xerath’s figure lingered, anxiously waiting for the bill to be settled, eager to run towards the Mage Guild.

When Xerath returned to Aimekotes, it was almost eight o’clock. She tiptoed into the living room, where a dim yellow light was on. Xerath sat on the sofa with a book flying in front of her. She wasn’t wearing shoes, and her bare feet were resting on Titus’ back.

The footrest seemed to be asleep, rising and falling slightly with a slight snoring sound. This faint noise made the footrest suddenly sprout furry ears, but it didn’t wake up because of it.

It was the book in front of Xerath that fell down, revealing the slightly tired face of the archmage.

"You’re back."

"Um… um, I’m back." After seeing Xerath, the anxiety that had haunted her all day suddenly disappeared, and her chest felt much lighter. Even the guilt that had been weighing on her temporarily left, she didn’t know where it went. But she didn’t know what to say, so she stood at the door, unsure whether to leave or sit in the living room.

Xerath asked, "What’s wrong? Why didn’t you come over? Is there something you want to announce?"

Sylas shook her head and Xerath took her seat, so she had to go sit in Xerath’s seat.

"How does it feel studying outside?"

"It’s okay."

"Is it more effective than studying at home?"

"It seems… it seems a bit better, but I don’t know if it’s just my imagination or if it’s really like that."

Xerath nodded and stopped talking. The book took off again and stood in front of Xerath. Her hands naturally hung down, resting on her stomach. Sylas’s gaze shamelessly wandered all over her, lingering until her neck, reluctant to stop.

I don’t know how long it took, but the whole night seemed to pass like this. It was time to sleep, but she hadn’t opened any books. She just stared at Xerath and wasted so much time.

Time is really easy to spend.

The teleportation from Withered Leaf City to Star Song Castle is not a small cost. Even though she had a discount with the teleportation stone, the money spent on round trips was still the living expenses for some students in a semester. She came out of the tower in the morning to go to the library, but most of the time, she was still lying on the table daydreaming. Sometimes she would write or draw on a draft paper, trying to write stories about "Xerath" and "Sylas" that could happen. However, it was embarrassing enough just to write out the names, so she had to use "she" instead of all the names. But when she reviewed the plot, she was confused by the confusing pronouns.

Later, she tried using "I" and "you" to distinguish them, and it was much better. But when she reviewed the story every afternoon, it still made her feel extremely embarrassed. Sylas would always find a place where no one was around and burn them all with fire.

On Friday afternoon, they had their regular mock exams, but the results were surprising. Xerath looked at her score and said seriously, "Sylas, what’s been going on with you lately? You seem absent-minded all of a sudden. You need to think of a way to stop this trend."

"I…"

Xerath hooked her chin and forced her to look up and make eye contact with her.

"Sylas, do you want to talk about this?"

Sylas had to stay silent, but with Xerath’s chin hooked and her so close, it made her breathe quickly and created an expectation that they would kiss.

She dared not make eye contact again, afraid that the secret in her mind would be revealed through her eyes. But to Xerath, Sylas was just refusing to talk about this matter.

Throughout, Sylas never hid anything from her. If there were problems she couldn’t solve on her own, she would seek help from Xerath. Honestly, despite being a teacher for so long, she still didn’t know how to encourage students to speak up. Interacting with people was never her strong suit. Getting along with Sylas so well was only due to their unparalleled connection.

But when Sylas broke away from this connection, she felt powerless.

Perhaps she shouldn’t be in such a rush to know the outcome. Xerath thought about the dates and realized there was still time for Sylas to adjust on her own. So she let go and told her, "I’ll give you some time to calm down. When you can’t solve it yourself, please tell me, okay?"

However, Sylas seemed increasingly distracted. Even when she didn’t go out, Xerath could still secretly observe her unicorn deep in thought. She had to ask Sylas again, but Sylas still refused to disclose any concerns and even left the room.

Xerath had been worried about this for a long time. Virgil used to think that a child’s rebellious phase would occur around the age of fourteen, but Sylas was already an adult. She would soon turn eighteen, and both physically and mentally, she was mature. It was unclear why she suddenly exhibited symptoms described by Virgil, which were typically associated with teenagers.

No, the older teacher reasoned to herself: perhaps she truly matured. Her individual consciousness fully awakened, realizing that she was the perceiver and observer, and the desire to detach from other individuals became very clear.

Her connection with… what she wanted to break free from was no longer intimate, and that was perfectly normal.

But this was exactly what she feared, or rather, the judgment she felt hanging over her head. The arrival of the trial actually brought her relief.

Luckily, nothing irrational was done before this, otherwise such separation would surely cause both parties great pain.

But this matter still needs to be resolved. The proper way to free oneself is to officially become a mage, rather than getting angry and refusing to talk to her unilaterally. After adjusting her mindset, the archmage knocked on Sylas’s door.