Chapter 297

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Chapter 297

When Hyectra pushed open the door, she saw such a scene: two bodies intertwined. Her mistress was smiling sweetly, a rare sight. The last time she had seen her smile like this was when she was just awarded the title of Elemental Archmage.

"Lovely ladies, breakfast is ready. We have scrambled eggs, bacon, toast that breathes fire, and tomato juice with soybeans. It’s all double portions. Are you satisfied?"

"You should ask Sylas."

"Forgive me for being straightforward, but you’re showing off."

"Oh? Showing off what?"

The water elemental butler bowed elegantly, "Your new lover."

"I don’t have an old one. Sylas, are we lovers?"

Sylas answered gloomily, "I should have asked last night before deciding whether to sleep with you…"

"I want us to be, what about you?"

Sylas looked up and protested, "Of course I hope we are, what do you take me for…"

A sharp pain flowed from her collarbone to her whole body, Sylas could only beg, "It’s you, you…"

Sylas crawled back onto Xerath’s back, and Xerath saw the water elemental’s mouth form words.

"Congratulations."

Hyectra stepped back, closing the door behind, adjusted the gold ring on her neck, and muttered to herself, "Dust settled, dust settled."

The room became quiet again, but Sylas’s back made a buzzing sound. It was Xerath speaking, and the sound traveled directly from her spine to Sylas’s ears, causing the sound to be slightly distorted.

Xerath said, "I love you."

After a moment of being stunned, a sudden feeling of happiness accompanied by pain surged from Sylas’s heart to her fingertips. Sylas trembled slightly and gathered the courage to ask, "Xerath… When did you… When did you…"

Xerath moved upward, her bare skin brushing against Sylas’s skin, and she brought her mouth close to Sylas’s ear. Her entire body weight pressed down on Sylas, especially her highest point, her hips.

The sensation of Xerath’s buttocks being pressed against her pelvis inexplicably excited Sylas. Xerath casually teased in her ear, the airflow from her words and the movement of her lips causing friction that tormented Sylas. She weakly sank down, and her lover followed suit, saying unconsciously, "When did I fall in love with you? When Virgil went crazy."

"What… Did he, did he propose to you?"

Xerath giggled, "What are you thinking in your head? Every time he sees me, he asks when we’re getting married."

"You could say you don’t need to get married."

"That’s true. But Virgil keeps asking, even when you were still in school."

"What happened next?"

"That time, I asked him why he always wanted me to get married. He said he thought I needed a companion."

"Do you need one? I used to think you didn’t…"

Xerath interrupted her, "Not that kind of companion, I have many playmates, Hyectra, Virgil, Titus, and you."

"Oh."

"I do."

"Oh…"

"Haven’t you ever thought about it? Having someone who understands your thoughts, someone who understands whatever you say, knows what you’ll think next, speaks to inspire you, understands the meaning behind your unspoken words, and sometimes even just a glance – a glance where you can communicate with each other."

Sylas listened attentively, nodding with every word Xerath said, "That sounds wonderful, but isn’t that… for me, isn’t that you…"

Xerath smiled and gently caressed her shoulder, biting and tugging her ear, saying, "My little wild animal, that’s what you are to me."

"Virgil understands you pretty well…"

Xerath thought for a moment and said, "Maybe he’s a demon, seeing things that I want but dare not think deeply about. When he pointed it out so bluntly…" She suddenly stopped speaking.

Sylas was listening intently. Xerath’s pause made her unable to resist turning over and urging, "Pointed out what?"

Xerath bit her lip, furrowed her brow, and her warm gray eyes turned cold. "I suspect Virgil had planned it all along."

"Planned?"

Yes!" Her scrutinizing gaze swept across Sylas’s face, instinctively making Sylas feel alert and fearful, not to mention Xerath’s furrowed brow and even more piercing look. Cold sweat even broke out on her back, and after a while, she realized, "Oh, I’ve already confessed everything, didn’t I?

"He pretended to ask me about my criteria for choosing a partner, then criticized me for having too high standards, and finally induced me to unsuspectingly say that you could easily meet all the requirements. And then he tainted my… my perception of you." She cautiously chose a word that seemed more rational.

"So, you…"

Xerath seemed to recall the hidden feelings she once had, her expression went blank for a moment, "Of course… I denied it, after all, I should only like someone who meets the conditions, right?"

Sylas suddenly had a clear mind and retorted, "But teacher… how do you define your standards for choosing a partner? I thought you would prefer to say what kind of person you like, so adding all these conditions should be…"

That’s really not modest…

Xerath looked at her and suddenly smiled. Her smile was deep, with curved eyes, and her smile was very sweet, to the point that Sylas’s tongue felt sour just by looking at it.

She wanted… she wanted to kiss her, to satisfy her craving with their intertwined tongues. She wanted to taste the sweetness in her mouth, to confirm if it matched what she had in her heart…

Miraculously, Xerath seemed to understand the hidden code in her heartbeat. She raised her head and leaned closer to her, pressing her lips against hers, and flicked her tongue against her lips, grazing against her own tongue.

A tingly and fluttery sensation raced in her body, she was about to respond when Xerath pulled back, retreating to the same position as before the kiss happened, as if nothing had happened at all.

But what was clearly different was Xerath’s expression. In her deep, sweet smile, there was a hint of mischief and playfulness. "Yes, just like you said, just like Virgil said, I enjoy being with you, and I’m willing… I’m willing to be with you forever. I’ve never… I’ve never been this happy before."

She lowered her head and smiled shyly, but after raising her face, she deliberately hid her shyness, leaving only a beautiful smile. "Don’t you think so?"

Sylas remembered with a distant look on her face. The image of Xerath’s serious face had become blurry in her mind, but it always brought her joy whenever Xerath was around.

She nodded seriously and said, "I think so. And if it’s because of me…" She couldn’t help but smile, it made her incredibly happy. "If it’s because of me, then I feel so honored."

"Yes, it’s because of you," Xerath snuggled back onto Sylas, burying her face in Sylas’s neck. "I can’t deceive myself about this. I lied to Virgil, I tried to argue with him, but I can’t fool myself. I enjoy being with you. This realization has made me restless, and it has caused a huge storm…"

The word "storm" made Sylas suddenly alert. It connected to a vague suspicion in her heart, and she couldn’t help but ask, "What happened next? What happened to that storm?"

Sylas felt Xerath smile against her neck, creating a warm breeze with a pleasant scent.

"I dispersed it."

Many small and inconspicuous pieces of evidence fell into place after a long period of uncertainty. It seemed like everything was confirming each other. Sylas finally had an enlightening moment and blurted out, "So that was your first magic overload?"

Xerath opened her mouth, too surprised to speak. "Which was the second time? And the third time? You’ve noticed them all?"

Sylas said seriously (which didn’t match the current situation of them being close), "You can’t hide it from me."

"You." Xerath pointed to the burn mark on her shoulder, where it’s painful. Sylas quickly changed what she was about to say.

"The second time was when I came back from the desert. I couldn’t call for the Water Lord and Fire Lord. During the teleportation, I felt dizzy and unstable. I experienced these symptoms before when I returned from school. So, I’m sure the first time I used too much magic was during that time." She suddenly covered her mouth and looked at Xerath in astonishment. The old mage reached out and covered her eyes.

"I know what you want to ask, but you’re not allowed to say it."

This happened before Sylas formally entered advanced school. At that time, she didn’t know how she felt about Xerath. But there was one thing that was very, very certain –

"Back then," she couldn’t wait to reassure Xerath and make her feel at ease so she wouldn’t be embarrassed. She quickly hugged the old mage, who was slipping away from her, to keep her from giving up on this beautiful relationship. "Back then, I also felt that being with you was the happiest thing in the world. But after that…"

Memories suddenly turned bitter. "After that, your attitude towards me changed. Was it because of this?"

"Of course." A muffled voice came from where they were huddled together, but Xerath’s voice still had so much penetrating power and clarity.

"But I also! I also like you, I-I-I love you… I understood, even though I only understood it later. But before I understood, this feeling existed! Why… why didn’t you let me know earlier? Then we wouldn’t have to… go in such a big circle. I wouldn’t have to move away and feel sad and discouraged because I couldn’t see you…"

"I wouldn’t have trouble sleeping either." Xerath took over the conversation and took a deep breath. She raised her head and said, "But I made the right choice, and if I had to choose again, I wouldn’t regret it. I don’t need restrictions, pets, or apprentices."

She looked at Sylas with a curious expression, and this time, as her gaze moved, her fingertips gently brushed over every place she looked at.

"I don’t want you to call me teacher, or obey me, or look up to me. I want you to be free."

That was a promise she had once made, and she held onto it tightly.