Chapter 261

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Chapter 261

Sylas had never thought about observing someone’s sleep, so she didn’t know what it was like when someone was asleep. Therefore, when she heard Xerath’s gentle breathing, she didn’t feel anything strange.

She fell asleep, her hand resting on Sylas’s right chest, her thumb on the outer edge, pointing to the intense beating place, but it didn’t suppress anything.

She fell asleep, so Sylas dared to breathe heavily. She gently lifted one arm, afraid of waking Xerath, and only moved a little each time.

Okay, she finally pulled out her left arm but found nowhere to place it, so she had to put it on top of her head. After a while, she felt that it was quite chilly today.

This is a good reason, she convinced herself, confidently placing her hand on Xerath’s hand.

Her hand was chilled by the night wind, the bones on the back of her hand clearly felt, and it felt like the prideful work of a sculptor when touched.

The palpitations came from the point where they touched, penetrating her beating heart without any barriers. Sylas was reminded of the farewell kiss before death, so she turned her head to greedily admire Xerath’s sleeping face.

She felt like their noses were about to collide. Xerath had the scent of old parchment, giving a sense of tranquility. This scent seemed to come from her seemingly endless collection of books. It was mixed with her own warm fragrance, a vibrant scent belonging to the female body.

Xerath’s lips are very thin. When she was at school, she would often hear other students or teachers secretly comment on her thin lips.

Absolutely not, her lips are as soft as they look. And sweet, she added in her mind.

That kiss was incredibly sweet.

It felt like hundreds of needles were piercing through the veins in her wrist. Her wrist throbbed in waves of pain. She desperately tried to calm herself down but realized it was in vain. The stabbing sensation came from her heartbeat. Her heart was beating so fast. She had longed for this closeness for so long, to sleep with Xerath, the teacher she secretly admired.

She slightly tightened her hand, but Xerath moved.

Sylas’s heart skipped a beat. How could she explain the current situation? "Teacher, your hand is so cold?"

She closed her eyes in frustration but luckily, Xerath didn’t wake up. She just tightened a bit and leaned closer, breathing without any guard.

Even her breathing… sounds so sweet.

Sylas couldn’t imagine Xerath doing such things when she’s awake. She was a distant and aloof person, always meticulously groomed hair, lips pressed together seriously, like a celibate nun. Her lips were only meant for reciting spells, and her fingers were only meant for touching books, writing profound knowledge.

She can be mischievous at times, but it doesn’t diminish her dignity.

No one can get within a foot of her, except for Sylas who can occasionally break that distance, either by holding her fingers to perform a spell or by reaching over her shoulder to point out the meaning of an ancient annotation.

But now, she was so close, with a warm breath blowing on her cheeks, carrying a feminine fragrance.

Sylas forced herself to not think about that kiss, to not think about Xerath, who was only a couple of inches away. She tried to focus on reciting some history exam topics, which were usually very boring and put people to sleep. But now, it didn’t work very well. She remembered the places she had imagined being in, she remembered the sound of Xerath’s pleasant voice softly explaining those dull contents… She couldn’t think about Xerath anymore!

She decided to silently recite the vocabulary of the Gustavian language. Those boring things finally gave her a glimmer of hope. She started to feel sleepy, and gradually drifted off to sleep.

Right at the door of the room, a deep blue gentleman didn’t leave. It slowly crept into the room through the gap under the door. After seeing the scene in the room, the flowing water suddenly sprayed a small fountain above its head.

Of course, it wouldn’t disappear. As an ancient servant of the elements and the caretaker of this mage tower, it was only fitting for it to come out and tidy up at this time.

It picked up the blanket at the end of the bed and covered Sylas with it, inadvertently also covering Xerath’s arm.

Its owner stayed in the room all day, not because of magical exhaustion and needing long periods of sleep.

Instead, she couldn’t sleep all night and walked around the room, feeling troubled.

It’s all because of that kiss.

Just now, just before it called Sylas, its owner was pacing anxiously in the room, reluctantly sat down, read two pages of a book, and opened a piece of paper to take notes in order to ensure her efficiency.

But she clearly failed. She wrote a few words on the draft paper, then drew a portrait of a person.

The portrait looks a lot like her apprentice, almost too much. Xerath noticed the gaze of the elemental creature, suddenly flipped the paper over, pressed it on the table, piled up a few more books on top, then stood up and continued pacing in the room.

Even the wind was disturbed by her, following her "patrolling," making the open books flip loudly.

These mischievous little ones became more and more flattering, they could almost be considered Elemental King’s mood indicators.

Xerath suddenly stopped, one arm leaning against the door, her knuckles turning white from being squeezed. She pressed her forehead against her fist, and sounds of sobbing came out.

"I… I still want… to kiss her again…"

Its owner has always been a very active person, so while waiting outside the door, it always thought that Xerath would scare her lovely student.

Who would’ve known that she would now be as obedient as a little cat, sleeping next to this young lady. Hyectra has been taking care of Xerath for many years. But she has never seen her sleep like this before.

Thank goodness she finally fell asleep, it can also rest in the Elemental Realm for a while.

When Sylas woke up, for a moment she forgot what happened last night, but the intricate patterns on the ceiling reminded her that this was not her bedroom. The feeling in her hands also reminded her that the person holding her fingers tightly was the only other human in the mage tower besides her, her teacher Xerath.

It seemed like she wasn’t awake, still sleeping unprotected, just getting closer, her forehead resting on Sylas’s shoulder, and one hand tucked in the bend of her arm.

Suddenly, there was a slight movement on her shoulder, and Xerath woke up. Sylas was very nervous, waiting for her next questioning.

She should have left, but she slept without permission. Her teacher has the right to question her. Especially, especially when it seems to touch her final boundary.

"Sylas."

"Teacher, I…"

"The thing you talked about yesterday… I think there’s a place where we can find it."

Sylas’s heart suddenly lightened, she turned her head and asked, "Which one?"

"It reacts with brass and silver ink."

"Oh…" Sylas was still in a state of shock.

"I know where we can find it, but it’s very far away." She propped herself up, leaning on one side, while Sylas still held her hand, seemingly unaware.

She even gently squeezed Sylas’s fingers with her own, all five of them.

Oh my, if she realized the position they were both in now, she definitely wouldn’t make this movement.

"It’s okay, I can go." She carefully maintained this posture, trying to casually move her hand away so as not to make Xerath feel awkward.

Her teacher was always like this, often focusing on one thing and neglecting others. She didn’t dare think too much about their current position, how ambiguous it was, with Xerath propping up her head, staring closely at her, not to mention the hand resting on her chest.

"The place we’re going to, Mordant, doesn’t have any magical doors. So we need to prepare for a long journey. We’ll be traveling by horse-drawn carriage, alright?"

"A carriage?" she asked, very confused. "Don’t carriages need…"

"Yes, they need horses to pull them."

"And obviously, they need someone to drive them, right?" Do they need a coachman to accompany them? It was unbelievable and made her feel uncomfortable. Xerath didn’t seem to mind traveling with a stranger—who could very well be a strange man!

"We can use an Earth Child or you can learn to drive the carriage yourself."

Sylas pointed at herself in astonishment. "Me? Can I learn in just one day?"

Xerath smiled and said, "I think you can have a good talk with them."

Sylas was even more surprised. Xerath chuckled and said, "You and Dvořák don’t have any communication barriers, do you?"

"Well, that’s because Dvořák understands human language!"

But Xerath held her hand tightly and then let go, patting her chest and saying, "Hurry up, let’s get ready to go."

"Why so, so in a hurry?"

"Why not in a hurry?" Xerath asked back, "You were blocking my way."

This certainly solved perfectly the problem of not knowing how to explain why "she appeared on the teacher’s bed," but, but… something didn’t seem right. She quickly jumped up, Xerath walked off the bed, passed by her, and went into the dressing room. Her voice came from inside, "Let’s meet in the living room."

Sylas reluctantly went back to her room to wash and change clothes. When she returned to the living room, Xerath was already there. The so-called "low spirits" seemed to have been swept away by something else, and she often saw this kind of situation at school—students who were tortured by term papers suddenly showing enthusiastic emotions towards something else (no matter how dull it may be), such as a new book (even if it was difficult to understand), searching for information for a new assignment, or simply boring copying work.

Xerath’s appearance was almost the same, did she encounter any trouble at work?

The archmage didn’t give her a chance to ask. When he saw her coming in, he raised his hand and signaled for her to sit at the table and wait for breakfast. Hyectra adjusted the gold rings on her hand and took the plate from the chef, placing it in front of the two of them.