Chapter 253

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Chapter 253

"Teacher, I will now treat your injury." She instructed the poor water lord to collect all the Sunstones for her, held them in her hands, and softly recited the incantation of the Healing Spell, not omitting a single word. The unrestrained magic caused a tremendous surge of magical pressure, but in the end, the golden glow only sparked slightly.

Thankfully, it worked. After the golden glow dissipated, it entered Xerath’s wound. The lips that had been bitten until they were bloody and mangled healed, leaving only messy scars. As the pain gradually subsided, her body, which had been tense and sweating, began to relax. When Sylas asked her, "Do you feel better?" she replied, "Not much pain anymore… Thank you…"

"Do you want… Do you want to lie down?"

"I don’t… I don’t know… It’s so cold… so cold…" The archmage buried her head in the place that she had fantasized about for a long time, Sylas’s neck. Sylas had a thin layer of sweat after the exertion, but it only made her scent even more intoxicating. Xerath took deep breaths, savoring the aroma she craved so much.

"Can I hug you?"

Xerath nodded quickly, her life was already counting down, maybe because she had been infused with evil, she had become selfish and didn’t want to leave any regrets, "Hug me… hug me tightly…"

Sylas gently sat down, her hands went around Xerath’s ribs and clasped behind her back, so that she could stay in a hugging position.

"Does this feel… comfortable?"

"Yes… thank you." Xerath’s breathing finally became more stable, allowing her to maintain a basic composure, or at least what she thought was composure. However, from Sylas’s perspective, the archmage trembled in her embrace like a leaf in the wind, and her face was as pale as paper.

Sylas lowered her head, capturing Xerath’s eyes, her gray eyes appeared particularly soft, perhaps due to her weakness. Sylas knew that she had just experienced pain, but she couldn’t understand why she had a mysterious and satisfied smile on her lips.

It looked so beautiful, as if this hug fulfilled something for her, as if they were already lovers, and Xerath smiled shyly and happily in her embrace. Sylas secretly thought this way, then felt that her thoughts were too impure, she shouldn’t be thinking about these things at a time like this.

"Is there anywhere else that’s uncomfortable for you?" In fact, she felt very anxious in her heart, remembering what the Fireworks Chef had said, she felt a painful tearing sensation on her collarbone.

"No… nothing anymore. Listen to me… I only have a little time left, less than three hourglasses, I want… you to be with me, don’t let go."

"What? What time? What will happen when the time comes? I’ll stay with you, I’ll stay with you!"

The archmage weakly smiled and said, "I will die, vanish into thin air, disappear like smoke…"

"No, no, this can’t be happening! Why is it like this?"

"Lacrima… Your mother turned into a Lich and infused me with a lot of dark power. I… I will eventually be consumed by it."

Xerath could feel her life force rapidly fading away. The elements surrounded her, trying desperately to save their monarch, but their efforts were in vain. She raised her hand to wipe away Sylas’s tear, but she found that such a simple action was much more difficult than she had imagined.

Sylas couldn’t bear to see her teacher struggling in the air. Her teacher shouldn’t be so weak. She should… always stand or sit upright, with a stern expression as cold as winter, and perfectly control every emotion and movement. She held Xerath’s hand, but Xerath pulled her towards her chest.

"Sylas… My… my student, my… little beast."

"I’m here, I’m here, teacher. What should we do? There must be a way to save you, right?" She held Xerath’s hand, afraid it would slip away, constantly gripping tighter. Her palms were sweaty, so she could feel how cold Xerath’s hand was.

"Don’t panic, listen to me."

Sylas blinked her eyes and nodded.

"I leave my, Aimekotes, to you, all my possessions…everything is yours. May the elements bear witness."

"No, I don’t want that! Please tell me what to do, how to handle this? I don’t want you to die, if you die, I’ll never come back. How can I live without you, Aimekotes? You mentioned darkness, the Holy Light must be useful, right?" She let go of Xerath’s hand and slowly gestured in the air, silently chanting a spell to summon the Holy Light. However, the Holy Light remained aloof, like a distant deity, unaffected. A large amount of pure magic gathered at her fingertips but dissipated into the void due to the lack of response from the Holy Light. The Holy Light that did respond was only enough to create a basic Healing Spell, which temporarily lessened Xerath’s frightening appearance.

The grip of death seemed to temporarily release from her throat.

"Sylas, here…here…" She guided Sylas’s hand towards her own heart, where something was pulsating slowly. "Use the ‘Wind Blade technique’; if you kill me, you will be free…"

"No, no, how about becoming a Lich? Is there still time? Dammit, we don’t have… Can we continue the spell we just performed? Is there something that can replace that bottle? I’ll go check the books…"

Xerath looked at Sylas’s anxious expression and suddenly smiled. This little one was too adorable. She had just insisted on saving her from the Lich’s grasp, and now, to keep her, she was willing to turn her into a Lich.

Resting her forehead against Sylas’s, she held her hand tightly, afraid that she might run away in fear after hearing her words. "There’s no time for that, it was specifically prepared for you…I still have…one last…thing I want to tell you…listen quietly, please…"

Was she concerned about what experiment or calculation Sylas was working on? Sylas became quiet. Xerath raised her hand and gently touched her cheek.

"I will help you with anything!" But the proud flower on the snowy mountain is withering, and the strong sense of death is eroding her.

Xerath smiled and nodded, unaffected by it at all. Her dry and pale lips slightly parted as she softly said, "Really? Then I command you… to kiss me."

They were already very close to each other, their breaths intertwined, interfering with each other, and their noses were almost touching.

Her young student widened her beautiful eyes in astonishment, reflecting her own appearance. "W-Why?" It was an answer she had never considered before.

The innocent and self-righteous archmage said, "You just said…"

Damn it, Xerath was always like this. Even when she was near death, she still held onto the painful words of others. An unfamiliar yet familiar sting spread from her collarbone. It had been a long time since Xerath had used this deepest bond between them. A humiliating contract, an irrefutable command. Sylas’s face instantly turned red, her heart pounding. It was as if the heavens had heard her secret hope and suddenly given her a chance to kiss Xerath. But when it came out of Xerath’s mouth, it also brought her a sense of shame, as if her hidden intentions had been exposed.

The pain in her collarbone became stronger with the pulsing of her blood, and Xerath was already held in her arms, with only… the distance of their noses touching. She lowered her head, not because of a command, but because she obeyed her own feelings and kissed the wilting petal.

It was soft and cool. Around Xerath, there was always the scent of old parchment and ink. But beneath this barrier, against her skin, was a refreshing cold fragrance. She couldn’t resist moistening the dry petal, repeatedly nibbling on her lower lip, once, twice, three times… daringly using her tongue to part the lips and unintentionally brushing against her tongue… But in the end, she stayed still, afraid of scaring the woman who had become too serene. If it wasn’t… if it wasn’t because she was about to die, Sylas would never impulsively kiss this woman she admired and loved.

But she was about to die, how could she die… She tasted the bitter and salty flavor on her tongue, surely it was her own tears falling. Now, she felt like an element, filled with panic over losing her queen.

What should we do? She felt scared, like being sucked into the center of a whirlpool. Suddenly, she hugged Xerath and stood up, rushing towards the deep end of the library. But when they reached the Portal, they realized that the Portal on this side was no longer glowing.

What’s happening? When I was in Withered Leaf City, the staff told me that there might be a problem on this side. But the teleportation stone was still securely in its pedestal, slowly rotating, just not glowing anymore.

The archmage, who was holding Sylas tightly due to the previous turbulence, raised his head slightly and said, "I’m afraid something’s wrong on the other side, maybe… it’s been destroyed."

"I’m afraid… I’m afraid it is," Sylas thought of the strange Sauran.

Xerath laughed and pressed her forehead against Sylas’s, saying, "Don’t do anything futile. Stay with me. Withered Leaf City… probably can’t save me, only… by going to Saint Trelanxi. But even if we go to Withered Leaf City and then to Saint Trelanxi now, it won’t be in time. The Hall of Audience in the holy city of Saint Trelanxi is the starting point for teleportation coordinates, but perhaps the Pope fears assassination, so there is no teleportation array inside Saint Trelanxi. All teleportation takes place in the outskirts of the city. This is the knowledge that Sylas gained by studying hard for eight credits in order to earn the Portal."

"And my body can no longer withstand two teleportations." She leaned tiredly against Sylas again, burying her head deeply in her neck. The sand trickled down, and there wasn’t much time left to be together with this beloved scent.

The grand fireworks, large water balls, big blocks of ice, and the adorable little one watched them from the other end of the bookshelf. Everyone knew that the situation was not good. The elements were powerless, especially the flame lord. It had a contract with Xerath, and its soul was being corrupted, which would inevitably affect the soul imprint it left when it signed the contract with Xerath. Now it was starting to turn dark.

Sylas suddenly shouted, "Big water ball! I need you!"

Leunen transformed into a magic carpet and drifted over, complaining, "Call me by my name, my lady."

"Okay, Leunen, help me carry the teacher and come along!" She entrusted Xerath to Leunen like this, and the magic carpet created a cushion for the Elemental King, making her more comfortable.