Chapter 269

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Chapter 269

Under the starry sky, anyone would feel small. Xerath held her blanket in frustration, staring at the silhouette with a halo, feeling as if she held an unspoken emotion, giving half of it away and taking it back.

She fell asleep feeling sad, and when she woke up later, she remembered she still had to keep guard. Suddenly, she was wide awake.

The clear morning light seeped through the cracks of the window. She opened the car door and saw mist rising from the lake. The fire had turned into ashes, but there were still some sparks flickering in the remains.

"Sylas？"

"Teacher? Are you awake?" The young girl, looking exhausted, walked to the side of the car and took a sip of water. Her face was damp, as if she had just washed it.

The morning light matched her appearance perfectly. If there were magical creatures in the forest, they would probably look like her. Eyes as green as pine trees, hair as black as the night sky, and a delicate face touched by morning dew. She was a wild beast, belonging to her own wilderness.

Xerath sat up and asked, "Why didn’t you wake me?"

Sylas smiled and said, "The day had already brightened up, so I didn’t think it was necessary to wake you."

"There is still a long time until the sun fully rises. Next time, don’t do this again." Xerath was sincerely unhappy. It wasn’t about anything else, but it made her feel like her abilities were being questioned and challenged.

Sylas happily nodded in agreement. Xerath got dressed and climbed out of the car, with Sylas by her side the whole time.

"What’s wrong? If you’re tired, go inside and sleep. I’ll clean up here."

"Actually… I think it’s time for breakfast, and I’m very hungry."

Xerath laughed and took out some prepared cookies, cured meat, and tomato sauce beans from the carriage and gave them to her.

"Do you want to eat eggs? I can fry one for you barehanded." In fact, she brought a spice box out specifically to make Fire Lord cook, as it was all in the carriage anyway.

Sylas stared wide-eyed at her. Under Sylas’s gaze, a thin piece of rock flew out from the bottom of the lake. Flames appeared after the archmage’s golden spell, fiercely licking this piece of stone, which soon emitted white smoke. Xerath waved her hand, and a piece of butter flew out from the spice box, landing on the stone and immediately melting with a sizzling sound. Two fresh eggs followed, which the archmage caught and cracked onto the stone.

The flames went out at some point, instead a burnt fragrance rising. A gust of wind blew a sprinkle of salt, and the sacrificed sun egg flew into two plates on its own. The stone slab was thrown back into the water, causing ripples. The old mage gracefully bowed under Sylas’s applause and praise, saying, "My culinary skills have reached this point, little one, it’s time for you to go to sleep."

She finally had the opportunity to display her authority as an elder. She pressed Sylas into the car. There wasn’t much to clean up here. She pulled out four boundary stones and sat in the position where the carriage driver should have been, summoning a large Earth Child and walking toward the surface of the lake. The Earth Child disappeared, and Hyectra jumped into the lake, transforming into a huge fish. The tracks left by the carriage turned into ice. After a while, she had the carriage go ashore. There was a small path leading to the main road, but to return to the previous campsite, trees would have to be cut down.

A gentleman with a deep blue color crawled into the car, and his mouth said to Xerath, "The little lady is already asleep."

Xerath chuckled and said, "This little wild beast insisting on showing off… Did she really not sleep at all last night?"

"I’m afraid so. I hope she sleeps comfortably, madam."

"It’s quite warm in the car. I just hope she doesn’t feel too bumpy." Archmage leaned against the back of the chair, and behind her was the carriage. Her little beast was covering her used blanket, which made her feel a dark sense of shame and satisfaction, as if it would allow them to have some tangible contact.

However, Sylas was extremely happy. This was a great opportunity for her to sleep with Xerath’s blanket. She buried herself in the warm and pleasant smell and rolled around several times. If it weren’t for the table pillar standing in the middle, she would have rolled from one side to the other.

She slept until the afternoon, and when it was her turn to sleep at night, she became unusually energetic. However, Archmage prohibited her from showing off again and locked her in the car to sleep. Obviously, she couldn’t fall asleep. She leaned on the car window and secretly watched Xerath walking back and forth, thinking, maybe when she was seventeen, she was like this? Naughty, weird, and rebellious. But in all this time, she didn’t really have a chance to express her true nature.

Xerath walked over and knocked on the window, giving her a sideways glance, and told her to lie down quickly. Sylas shook her head inside, and Xerath opened the car door and said to her, "Do I need to tie you to the bed for you to sleep?"

"But I really can’t sleep."

Xerath suddenly thought of a very useful phrase, but it seemed particularly inappropriate at this moment. She opened her mouth halfway and abruptly stopped.

Sylas looked at her with innocent eyes.

Xerath blushed, her heart pounding as if it were about to jump out of her throat. She tried to remain calm and said, "Goodnight kiss, sleep, or else no more talking."

"Good!" Sylas answered quickly and closed her eyes, waiting for her kiss.

Xerath was unsure, unsure of where to put her hands – on her shoulders or on her face? It seemed inappropriate to put them anywhere, as if it would expose her thoughts.

The old wizard’s hand ended up obediently behind his back. He gently kissed her forehead and then quickly ran away. The wind closed the car door and pulled down the curtains. Sylas lay down feeling satisfied. The blanket she covered herself with was the same one she used this morning, which means that last night, it had completely wrapped around Xerath.

The warm breath lingering on the blanket and the moment when Xerath was near her overlapped. Sylas felt hopeful for tomorrow and drifted off to sleep contentedly.

Just as she had thought, Xerath didn’t plan to wake her up. When she woke up, the small clock in the car pointed to five o’clock, with two more hours until their usual waking time. She quickly put on her clothes, climbed out of the carriage, and as expected, Xerath was dozing off.

Hyectra’s figure gradually became transparent and thin. When she saw Sylas coming out, she spewed a fountain, seeking help. Sylas smiled and waved to it, letting Leunen take its place.

Hyectra disappeared, and the final remnants were swept into the cracks in space. It seemed that Xerath and Sylas were using the same strategy: sitting on the water lord, and if they dozed off, the water lord would disappear, causing them to fall and wake up, repeating the cycle.

But now there was no need to worry. She took off her clothes and covered Xerath with them, while Leunen obediently heated itself up. Xerath murmured in her sleep and slid further down, about to lie down.

Leunen would not give up this opportunity to perform. The sycophantic water lord immediately transformed into a more comfortable shape for lying down, allowing Xerath to sleep more comfortably. It looked to see if its owner would be jealous because it was more attentive to others – obviously, it had overthought. Sylas nodded in satisfaction and even let it cover the archmage’s head and feet.

My master is beyond saving — the old lord, who had witnessed the rise and fall of the mortal world, made a judgment. For years, her master had been trying to seduce her, but now it seems to have little effect, one could say there has been no progress at all. Apart from that unbearable kiss from last time, which still remains unexplained, no one has categorized it, explained the cause, or analyzed the consequences — aren’t you two fond of doing such things?

The morning light became bright enough to wake the sleeping beauty-like creature in the forest, Sylas would occasionally steal glances at her. She leaned against the Water Lord, pressing its deep blue shell to the point of deformation.

Through this thin film, she saw Xerath still sleeping, covered in layers of thick clothing. The Water Lord burned her magical power, increasing its own temperature, so that Xerath wouldn’t feel too cold.

Even so, she felt satisfied, as long as she could… just look at her without any obstruction or opposition. This thin layer of water perfectly restrained her desire to reach out and touch that flawless face. She felt that even if she could look like this all day, she wouldn’t get tired of it.

She was sleeping soundly, her usually tight lips slightly pouted. Seeing her lips, Sylas couldn’t help but think of that kiss. She could remember every detail, the tears that ran down the corner of her eye, the warm but messy breath, the soft touch, and she also remembered that Xerath never responded to her.

She quietly endured, her powerless lips unable to resist, obediently allowing herself to be kissed, even when her mouth was forcefully opened by audacious intrusion, she didn’t resist at all. Her tongue was too sweet, to the point that now, as Sylas recalled, her tongue couldn’t help but flick in her mouth, and a sudden acidity, like a long-absent encounter with seasoning, rose up. This sensation stimulated her brain, causing it to swell, and she couldn’t help but bite her own tongue to restrain this stimulation.

Perhaps the nearby birds were too noisy, Xerath suddenly woke up at this moment, and the glistening shell of the Water Lord made her feel unfamiliar — it’s funny, a mage doesn’t actually have many memories of waking up on a Water Lord. But the floating objects in it immediately made her recognize who it was.

Leunen, Sylas’s Water Lord.

Her first reaction was to wipe the corner of her mouth, then she began to worry if she had said something in her dream. Finally, she felt a sense of panic that her dignity as a mentor had completely disappeared, so much so that she didn’t even dare to look for Sylas, lying there stiffly, staring at the blue sky.

"Um…we’re on the edge of the Rololand forest. Can you go back to sleep for a while?"

Confirming that Sylas was so close, Xerath became even more worried. She didn’t even dare to ask, "What did you see just now?" for fear of getting an embarrassing answer. She even wanted to pretend that nothing had happened and move on forcibly.