Chapter 295

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Chapter 295

Xerath looked surprisingly and asked, "Do you… think I’m afraid… that you’ll create another riot, so I hugged you, so I said I like you?"

Sylas nodded honestly. And Xerath calmly retorted, "I was afraid to scare you."

"Scared me? How could you–" Xerath always moved slowly, carefully planning each step before taking action. Xerath only felt pressure, not intimidation. "Just…just…"

Suddenly, Xerath laughed, kneeling on the bed and looking up at Sylas. She lifted her hand, gripping Sylas’s collar slightly and asked with a smile, "So, you think I’m not enthusiastic enough towards you?"

The archmage tilted her head, her messy hair and casual clothes making her appear less cold and even somewhat charming. Sylas blushed, unable to nod but knowing it was true.

"Like this?" She knelt up straight and moved a little closer, tilting her head slightly forward and giving Sylas a gentle kiss on the lips.

The small creature blushed and couldn’t dare to look at her, but her heart was about to boil.

Xerath pecked her lips again, softly holding onto her with her lips, the soft touch just as delightful as she had imagined all these days.

"Like this?"

Sylas still couldn’t dare to look at her.

She reached out her arm, pulling Sylas into her embrace, resting her on her shoulder, and gently gazing at the intricate shape of her ear, softly asking, "Why do you think I would say insincere words because I’m afraid you would blow up the tower? I don’t think I’ve ever misled you in that way."

Sylas was puzzled, she didn’t know where her confidence came from to believe that the archmage would give up his principles for her.

But even more incredible is…

Unable to hold back, she tightly embraced Xerath and repeatedly confirmed what was in her arms. The person in her arms emitted a warm fragrance, blowing gently in her ear.

"I feel… I feel… the expected outcome is that you pack your belongings and leave, preferably without scolding me… because… because… you will never want to see me again."

Suddenly, Xerath wrapped her arms around her waist, causing her to momentarily leave the ground with the tips of her toes.

They both fell onto the bed together.

Sylas thought this would be terrifying for Xerath, wanting to reach out and hug her back, but Xerath moved away. She placed her hands on both sides of Sylas’s face, expressionless, and gave her a sly smile out of the blue.

Letting go of her hands, Sylas then felt a tightening at her neck, hearing the sound of a thread breaking, and buttons flew in all directions. Xerath leaned over her lower abdomen, biting her lip.

Sylas was truly frightened, as Xerath now moved swiftly like a wild beast, and she had no means to defend herself.

Xerath’s rose petal-like lips pressed against her own, unlike any kiss before. They were rough and passionate, the thorns within the petals tearing at her lips. His tongue forcefully entered her mouth, as if looking to start a fight.

She remembered how she had always politely responded to Xerath’s previous kisses, realizing now that she was completely mistaken.

Xerath’s lips parted from hers, and he lifted his head to gently pat her cheek. "You little rascal, take it seriously."

She nodded foolishly, not fully understanding the meaning of "take it seriously."

——

As Sylas looked at her, she transformed… let’s say mischievous gaze, then became stunned. It had been such a long time since they last saw each other, and she truly missed Xerath’s face.

"I thought you wouldn’t come."

"Why did you think that?"

"Because you said in your letter ‘maybe I will come.’"

"That’s just a conservative estimate. Even if I left the previous meeting early, I would still make it to your graduation ceremony. You’ll leave the school in a grand manner, and there won’t be another time like this in your entire life."

"Will you feel happy? Will you feel happy?"

Xerath said sincerely, "Of course, when I came in, I heard someone wanted to bring you into the tower as an apprentice, but unfortunately they didn’t have the chance. I used to not understand why my teacher was so eager to find students, but today I had a profound realization."

"To make you happy, I am truly… I am so happy!"

Sylas couldn’t hide her sincerity in her expression. Xerath stopped and looked at her. If their relationship was still as pure as before, perhaps this would be the moment for an affectionate hug and a friendly kiss.

However, she didn’t dare to engage in these dangerous behaviors. The archmage wasn’t sure if she could resist such temptation.

In the end, she simply raised her hand and gently touched Sylas’s short hair.

"Shall we go to your activity room and sit for a while?"

"Hmm… okay." They walked side by side, with dark clouds hovering above their heads. The cool breeze in the shadows seemed to take away the summer heat. There were almost no people around, only the two of them walking in the quiet alley.

On the road, there were some marks from the stones that had melted. Xerath curiously said, "Are these marks from a fight? Has Star Song Castle been restless lately?"

Sylas calmly said, "There seems to be something strange, but the sheriff couldn’t find anything in the end, and the Oversight Committee couldn’t find anything either. So, it was left unresolved."

When they arrived at the school gate, the stone gargoyle opened the door from a distance. As Xerath passed by, it even folded its wings obediently. It was quite a distance from there to "Sisters Hall," so Sylas took Xerath on a less crowded path, passing through a suspended path from the upper floor of Spring Hall to Falcon Fortress. Suddenly, the archmage on the tower of Falcon Fortress said, "Did Virgil teach you all your dueling techniques?"

Sylas’s posture became noticeably stiff. The archmage added, "Falcon Fortress is a place that Virgil particularly likes to come to. From here, he can see the playground and then mock the students who perform poorly in combat classes. We often do this together."

She replied in a soft voice, "Yes…"

"He knows about your duels too?"

"I, I don’t know if he knows!" But it’s probably known, otherwise why would he bring her specifically to listen to Methylani dialect…

Then he definitely knows, the archmage thought. Virgil is so fond of gathering gossip, he must have every single detail about any movement in the school. How should he punish this old hunter?

"This way." Suddenly, the tiles on the castle roof started flying, forming stairs in front of them. The archmage walked down step by step and extended his hand towards Sylas. Trembling, Sylas walked down and eagerly grabbed Xerath’s hand.

"Don’t be afraid."

"…I’m not scared." She was just amazed at how obedient these tiles were. The tiles had space magic, which meant they always struggled to fly back to their original places unless someone dispelled the spell. However, they had just gone against their nature and come to serve as stepping stones for Xerath.

Then, the flattering scene repeated itself, with a trail of tiles appearing in the air once again. They led directly from Falcon Fortress’s roof to the red clay courtyard’s roof. The tiles arranged themselves again and again, creating new paths, allowing them to move freely on the rooftops. Finally, they entered the interior of Sisters Hall through a slightly offset roof.

Speaking of which, Virgil had said, "There are no roofs we can’t go to." So that’s how it was.

The activity room was temporarily empty. Spider Shirley hung on her web and made a "squeaky" sound when she saw Sylas come in.

In reality, they wouldn’t be talking all the time when they were together. Xerath wandered around her laboratory, marveling at the full cabinets of experimental materials.

"Did you buy them yourself? Do you still have enough money?"

"Um, um, we still have plenty. Mainly because of Swis, he contributed all the potions he saved over two years for our experiments."

She casually took a notebook from the bookshelf and flipped through the notes. Hyectra obediently rolled into a circular shape. Xerath leaned against the Water Lord sofa and whispered, "My teacher Emerson once collaborated with Swoboda on a research book about witchcraft…"

"Swoboda?" She remembered the name, and handed a book to Xerath. "Is this the one? It’s my only guidebook."

"Yes, it’s this one. But later on, during an experiment, Swoboda’s eyes were burned, and the study of witchcraft was completely banned."

"And then?" The book did indeed have a tragic story behind it, just as she suspected.

"Well, there’s nothing else. I’m just letting you know that it’s still forbidden now, though not as strictly as dark magic spells. But don’t go telling anyone casually, and make sure to pack up all these things before you leave. Are you ready?"

Sylas shook her head, feeling confused. She didn’t have time to pack her things, but it was already afternoon! Because of Xerath’s arrival, she had to go home tonight. She still remembered that Xerath didn’t sleep well outside. She quickly got up and said, "Please have a seat! I’ll tidy up…"

Xerath had no intention of helping her, as there was something more important to do: finishing reading the book "The Beauty and the Duel".

Sylas sorted her own books and the ones she needed to return, while occasionally being interrupted by Xerath and answering questions.

"There’s a long section in the middle where you win with just one strike. How did you come up with the idea of bumping into others? That doesn’t seem like a wizard’s way of thinking."

"Uh…" Sylas tried to explain, but ended up flipping through a notebook and giving it to Xerath. "I analyzed it for a while and came up with a simple model. I thought it might work this way."

Xerath took a look at it. The person was represented as a dot, and an arrow indicated the direction of force. There were many measurement data recorded on it, probably taken with a scale, and they were all written in units of weight.

"Hmm… very clear." It was an abstract model similar to the complex wind element spell.

——

Sylas opened her mouth and uttered the name that had silently bounced in her mouth countless times, "Xerath…"

"Sylas," Xerath calmly responded.

"I am so… I am so happy that I could burst."