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“Congratulations, Mu’en Campbell.”
In the student council room, Wei Er was busy with something again, so Celicia once again prepared coffee for Mu’en by hand.
“In just one month, from thirty to eighty points, this has never been seen in the history of the entire academy; you could say you’ve made history.”
“Thank you.”
Mu’en accepted the coffee from Celicia and watched her add sugar cubes one by one until the coffee became slightly viscous. He then took a small sip, revealing a hint of pleasure.
He still liked his coffee with an excessive amount of sugar.
Mu’en smiled slightly and took a sip; it was bitter yet fragrant:
“But to say I made history is too much; compared to that, Ariel’s one hundred points are what truly counts as making history.”
Getting a full score in the Fundamentals of Magic course must be as difficult as achieving full marks in language arts in Mu’en’s previous life.
Therefore, Ariel’s one hundred points must be jaw-dropping.
In the original text, regardless of whether it was teachers, students, or even Celicia, everyone was shocked by that perfect score.
It could be considered a very typical scenario of the protagonist showing off.
However, for some reason, Mu’en felt that there wasn’t much discussion about that one hundred points around him.
Instead, the strong winds on the rooftop became the hot topic among students.
But after the academy’s teachers quickly installed ten-meter-high wire mesh on every rooftop, that topic disappeared.
— It was replaced by which river in the academy was clearer.
Fortunately, those who could enter this academy wouldn’t be drowned by the one-meter-deep streams and artificial lakes, so by now, it was just a few sharp comments from the newspaper about gamblers who never give up.
“Ariel got a perfect score?”
Celicia seemed to be hearing this for the first time, lightly brushing her silver hair, her eyes revealing a hint of admiration:
“That’s quite impressive.”
“…That’s it?”
“Mm?”
“I thought you would praise her more.”
Mu’en was a bit puzzled since, in the original text, Celicia praised this achievement endlessly.
“Ariel’s perfect score is indeed surprising.”
Celicia’s cold gaze flicked over Mu’en:
“But since you managed to score eighty, I feel that it wouldn’t be too surprising how high others could score.”
“Are you complimenting me?” Mu’en’s mouth twitched.
“Just take it as a compliment.”
Celicia opened the documents in front of her and began processing them.
“You suddenly came to visit me; it can’t be just to show off your results.”
“Heh, how could that be?”
Mu’en chuckled nervously:
“I came to…”
Before Mu’en could finish his sentence, a card was tossed in front of him.
Celicia held a pen and was writing something on the document without looking up, as if she had already guessed Mu’en’s thoughts.
“Go to the school hospital, show this, and someone will naturally take you to visit Aemon.”
“Thank you.”
Mu’en gratefully took the card, ready to take his leave, but was called back by Celicia.
“Remember, don’t stay too long.”
Celicia reminded:
“He’s still very weak.”
“Weak?”
Mu’en furrowed his brow:
“But it’s been a month; even if he was seriously injured, with the academy’s medical standards, he should have recovered by now.”
“The injury has already healed, but the magic potion he took has effects that can stimulate bloodlines and potentials. Generally, ordinary people would only need a week or two of rest to recover after drinking it. It’s just that he had been severely depleted beforehand, so the potion forcibly triggered his potential, which almost damaged his foundation; he’s still recuperating.”
“Is that so?”
Mu’en recalled how Aemon had transformed from looking so gaunt he seemed like he could be blown away by the wind into that terrifying werewolf. If the potion didn’t provide him energy, then the physical toll it took must be unimaginable.
But magic potion, after all, was just a catalyst; the root cause…
A trace of anger flashed in Mu’en’s eyes:
“Celicia, those people…”
“A few days ago, three senior students expelled from the academy.”
Celicia said:
“The reason was using improper means to harm classmates, and the news has been posted on the academy’s bulletin board. Didn’t you see it?”
“Ah… thank you.” Mu’en was stunned; he had been focused on exams during this time, without any time to check the bulletin board.
“You don’t need to thank me for this; didn’t I say before? Teaching bad students a lesson is the responsibility of the student council.”
Celicia continued to flip through the documents, seemingly indifferent to such small matters.
“Besides, those guys are indeed quite bad. After all, using violence against those who can’t fight back is something even the scum I used to be wouldn’t do.”
“Are you also complimenting me?” Mu’en’s mouth twitched again.
“Just take it as I am.”
“…”
“By the way, have they found out who gave Aemon the magic potion?”
Mu’en remembered this matter.
Because Aemon had said at that time that he was manipulated by a mysterious woman to drink the potion.
Although he didn’t know what that woman was thinking, he indeed had nearly lost his life because of the potion’s effects.
So it was impossible not to inquire.
“About that…”
Celicia lifted her head, her cold eyes resembling two deep ancient wells that made Mu’en feel a chill:
“I’m sorry, but I can’t disclose that for now.”
“Can’t disclose?”
Mu’en couldn’t help but frown.
If this matter only involved a rivalry between students, it shouldn’t compel Celicia to say the words “can’t disclose.”
There must be some underlying information.
But Mu’en also gave up on pressing further.
After all, with Celicia’s character, if she had said so, it was likely that no matter how much he asked, he wouldn’t get an explanation.
He could only trust her.
……
……
After Mu’en left, Celicia finally put down her pen.
Looking at the documents and materials before her, marked with red circles to highlight key points, she couldn’t help but rub her temple, a rare hint of fatigue showing on her otherwise cold face.
“The evolution potion… really evokes bad thoughts.”
She turned to look out the window; the sky was overcast, and her heart sank along with it.
“I hope nothing unexpected happens on this open day.”
……
……
In the warm hospital room, Aemon listened to the news brought back by the nurse and fell into deep shock.
“Success…”
“Young Master Mu’en, he actually succeeded?”
No.
No, that’s wrong.
Success should be expected.
Because Young Master Mu’en’s gaze, that fiery burning flame-like intensity, made anyone who saw it believe that he had the power to turn the impossible into the possible.
“However…”
“How should I face him?”
“I… almost killed the Young Master…”
The memory of transforming into a werewolf was not very clear, but Aemon still vaguely remembered.
At that moment, it seemed that he truly… wanted to kill Young Master Mu’en.
Looking at his still gaunt hands, the image of his hand gripping Young Master Mu’en’s neck seemed to flash before his eyes, and Aemon was instantly engulfed in deep self-reproach and disgust.
The Young Master must hate me now.
He would definitely, just like before, abandon me.
After all…
Creak.
Just then, the door opened with a sound.
That familiar and rich voice, like a gentle breeze, flowed into the room.
“Good afternoon, Aemon, have you eaten?”
