Chapter 275

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Chapter 275

Sylas widened her eyes and asked, "If you’re copying, what about me?"

Xerath rested her chin on her hand and smiled at her, "Do you want to help me copy?"

Sylas then replied with a smile, "Sure!"

"You’re happy to work when I ask you to?"

Sylas felt a little embarrassed, lowered her head, and focused her gaze back on her own pen, "If you help me copy, I’ll help you copy, that’s fair."

Xerath responded cheerfully, "Okay, thank you."

They finished all the copying work before lunch, and in the afternoon they were going to start proofreading. Proofreading was relatively boring, but for Xerath, it was a piece of cake. She compared every word and sentence on each page, making sure to correct any tiny errors to ensure perfection. If mistakes were left uncorrected, they could grow bigger. Fortunately, they had emphasized the importance of this from the beginning, so even if they felt a word was not right, they shouldn’t correct it casually.

"Handwritten copies have to be identical." Xerath took off her glasses, rubbed her nose bridge, and asked Sylas, who had been nervously watching her, to correct a few errors she had just noted down. Then, she left the table and walked over to the window, leaning against it. She said, "Next, you are responsible for proofreading a second time, and then I will begin ‘sewing’."

Happy times always end too quickly. She had just enjoyed watching Xerath, openly admiring her work whenever she had the chance. She had loved it since she was little, and somehow got fascinated by it without realizing it.

Reluctantly, she sat at the table, opened the first page, and compared it word by word and sentence by sentence. However, soon she felt her cheek becoming warm. She turned her head and met Xerath’s gaze.

Xerath was backlit, her eyes appeared particularly hazy due to squinting. She tilted her head slightly, silently asking if there was something wrong. Sylas quickly shook her head, focused her attention on the book, but it refused to be concentrated on such unimportant matters. Her whole body was boiling, and her heart was full of excitement. She only thought, "Xerath is looking at me."

If only her reasons were the same as mine… To pay attention to the book, she had to use the pen holder to point to the words on it. However, her attention still couldn’t return to the book and kept drifting to the fictional scene called "Being in love with the seventeen-year-old archmage."

Just as her heart was fluttering, Xerath suddenly let out a deep sigh and slowly walked away. Sylas couldn’t help but sneak a glance, seeing her walk into the depths of the bookshelf. A strong sense of disappointment surged up, and she had no choice but to focus on her work with boredom.

However, even so, her proofreading work dragged on until the closing time in the afternoon (they had to leave at 4:30, even earlier than the adjacent reading room). Maybe Xerath was no longer angry in the evening, as her chair was turned back. That was great.

Sylas glanced at Xerath from the corner of her eye. The old mage was not paying much attention to her appearance anymore. She changed her previously straight sitting posture and now slightly huddled in the chair, leaning sideways, with her feet resting on the other side of the chair.

Sylas used to think that Xerath had a tall and upright posture, but suddenly she found her petite and delicate… She shivered at her own thought and couldn’t help but take a glance at Xerath. Thankfully, it was just because this lounge chair was too big.

Xerath crossed her hands in front of her chest, and her slender figure seemed even thinner against the chair. Suddenly, the book in front of her fell down. Sylas’s face turned warm, thinking to herself, "Oops, she noticed that I was looking at her."

Xerath said, "I originally thought that I should have you design the experiment here first before going back. Meanwhile, I was planning to copy another book. Are you sure you want to help me copy it?"

"Of course! Of course…" How could she let Xerath do such a heavy workload on her own?

Xerath nodded and leaned to the side. The book in front of her flapped its wings and lifted up, blocking her face.

The next day, the book copying work began again, but the excited posture that made Sylas thrilled was canceled. Xerath ‘stitched’ their first handwritten copy – which means sewing the pages together with threads and then adding thick cardboard and a leather cover on top.

"A hardcover handwritten copy, hmm? A gift for you." Xerath pretentiously wrote "Present: Sylas, Wishing you success in your studies" on the first page, and signed her name.

Now Sylas could only copy the new book alone, without Xerath’s warmth. It was actually a bit cold in the library. The archmage sat across from her, with a relaxed expression, pursing her lips lightly as her pen swiftly and smoothly glided across the paper.

Sylas got excited and called out to the water lord Leunen, who had been imprisoned for several days. Leunen, the slippery water lord, complained softly, saying, "You finally remember me now that you have an archmage!"

Sylas warned it with her eyes not to speak out of turn and assigned it a new task – copying books. The water lord couldn’t help but complain again, saying, "I feel like the meaning of my whole life is just to help the little girl copy books…" Its mouth was then banished, and the excess golden glow lifted the pen. Sylas frowned and stared at the pen with determination. True to the owner’s high expectations, it stood up and struggled to walk on the paper. After a while, it could run freely, and the pen moved lightly as if it were dancing. If it had legs, it would surely spin on the paper.

Xerath looked up and saw a strange and funny scene: her little beast and her pet water lord both had their arms crossed, staring earnestly at the paper in front of them. A pen and a "pen" made from ink, imitated by some mysterious power, moved rustlingly on the paper together.

Xerath couldn’t help but laugh, and Sylas’s pen fell with a "snap." She quickly picked it up, afraid it would spill ink.

The archmage also put down the pen in his hand and rested his chin on one hand as he asked, "Since you can use such clever and practical methods, why didn’t you show it earlier?" His gentle voice didn’t sound angry but rather flashed a mischievous light in his grey eyes, as if he also wanted to join in the fun.

Sylas smiled and said, "I can already control the chalk to write like this."

"Hmm, this way it’s not easy to dirty your hands." Xerath did it that way herself, otherwise the chalk dust on her hands would be very uncomfortable. "But how did you come up with such a clever idea? Can you really write well like this?"

"I saw a writer do it like this. Every day, her job was to stare at the paper and pen in front of her, like a supervisor. I just tried it and it’s not that difficult. I quickly wrote well. Would you like to try it too?"

"Of course," Xerath agreed readily. She then lifted one hand, and golden light overflowed from her fingertips, lifting the pen in front of her. It moved unsteadily on the paper. Unlike writing with chalk and writing with a dip pen, controlling the chalk and controlling a dip pen with magical power were different. Luckily, her rich experience helped her, and soon she didn’t need to worry about how to write each stroke to make it look good. She just needed to focus on what to write next.

The new toy is more fun than the old one. Xerath started scribbling on the nearby piece of paper and even ran over to Sylas. Worriedly, Sylas covered her own paper and exclaimed, "This is your book!"

"I have a trick." Her trick was drawing two mustaches on Sylas’s face and then wearing a mischievous smile. She leaned on her folded arms and watched Leunen, who was like a babysitter, wipe the ink off the young master’s face.

Sylas stared at her and pretended to be angry, asking, "Were you mischievous when you were young too?"

Xerath rested her head on her arm and laughed while shaking her head. She had just wanted to play a little prank on Sylas, it was just a sudden whim. "I used to be serious and boring."

"I can’t tell."

Xerath smiled and looked away, taking back her pen to write while refusing to answer any more of Sylas’s questions. In her mind she thought, "Yes, I never expected that one day I would become this kind of person, all because of you."

But when Sylas stubbornly wrote, she let the pen move on its own and had a lot of fun playing around with it.

With the combined effort of four people, the book was copied quickly and completely finished the next morning. The proofreading was completed in the afternoon. Sylas felt a sense of loss because this school-life-like experience was one hundred percent over now.

The seventeen-year-old archmage was really, really… charming. Many times, she resisted the urge to lower her head and kiss those thin lips, all in order to maintain their fragile relationship.

On the way back, they didn’t encounter any troubles. They stayed outside, camping in the Rorolin fields and by the Titis Lake. Xerath repeatedly assured Sylas that she would wake her up before she could go to sleep. And she herself woke up in the middle of the night, persuading Xerath to sleep in the car with half coaxing and half forcing.

Xerath, wrapped in a blanket, leaned out of the open car window to look at her. Sylas couldn’t help but misunderstand: In that novel about a student-teacher romance, when Karlos and Ilyas eloped in the end, Ilyas also leaned out of the carriage window, trying to delay bedtime as much as possible, just to spend more time with Karlos.

"You go to sleep." She tried to maintain a serious expression, but in her heart, she had already walked over to kiss this mischievous archmage, coaxing her to lie down obediently.

If this were allowed, how happy it would make one feel…

The number of cars they encountered on the road increased, and the road went downhill all the way. Sylas felt uncomfortable, and Xerath considerately asked, "What’s wrong?"

"I feel a bit… dizzy."

Xerath laughed and said, "You’re only feeling dizzy now?" She opened a car window slightly and patted the cushion beside her, "Getting carsick is normal, especially when you’ve been seeing everything upside down along the way. Come sit here with me."