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After Meila left, the ward fell silent once again.
However, Mu’en stared blankly at the place where she had vanished, his eyes wide like a frog seeing a swan fly out of a well for the first time.
“Wha—”
After a while, he finally managed to utter those two words in a daze.
What did the big shot just say her name was?
Meladomir?
Which Mei? Which La? Which Do? Which Mi? Which Er?
Could it be the origin-level great mage from a thousand years ago, Meladomir, who was introduced in great length on the title page of the basic magic textbook, with one-third of the entire book’s theory connected to her?
Coincidence?
No, no, no.
A top figure like that would not share a name with anyone else!
So, that means…
“This is incredible, big shot… she’s not just any big shot.”
Mu’en felt a bit parched.
Although it was inferred that it was indeed Teacher Meila who drove away the Evil God, Mu’en hadn’t witnessed it himself, so he couldn’t truly appreciate the extent of her prowess.
He had thought she was just a moderately impressive Crowned One who relied on the academy’s great magic instruments to…
But now, it seemed he might have been too young; it was likely that she had created the great magic instruments herself!
An origin-level from a thousand years ago!
What concept is that?
People in this world are not like those in some immortal cultivation novels, where they can casually live for thousands of years.
Before breaking through to the crowning level and becoming a Crowned One, achieving a higher level of life, it is extremely difficult for people in this world to surpass the theoretical lifespan limit of 120 years.
Even after becoming a Crowned One, the lifespan is probably only about two to three hundred years; as far as Mu’en knew, the longest-lived character in the original book was that pope of the Church of Life.
But even with the blessing of the Goddess of Life, he is only a bit over four hundred years old.
Not even half of a thousand!
Moreover, when it comes to the origin-level from a thousand years ago, it doesn’t mean she had just lived for a thousand years; she was origin-level for a thousand years!
Her real age… unknown.
Because the title page of the textbook gave no introduction to her life before becoming a great mage.
“This kind of big shot, and I hesitated to become her disciple earlier?”
Mu’en wished he could turn back time to just a few minutes ago and immediately cling onto Teacher Meila’s leg.
With such strong legs, unless the Evil God personally showed up, what could threaten Mu’en’s life?
What does the Crowned One under the Love God count for? Can it compete with this white and tender leg in my arms?
No matter how many cheats the protagonist has, what does it matter if there’s a maiden hidden in a ring? Can it compare to the ankle of this leg?
Becoming Teacher Meila’s disciple; as long as he didn’t actively seek death, wouldn’t it mean he could do as he wished?
—But that was merely wishful thinking.
Mu’en quickly calmed down and soon felt a pang of fear.
That path, which even Meladomir wasn’t sure of, was it really the right choice for him, a yellow-haired antagonist without even the protagonist’s halo, to step onto?
“But… at this point, I have no choice but to keep moving forward.”
Mu’en slapped his face and motivated himself.
The premonition dreams of the black book felt like a knife constantly approaching his throat, ready to come true at any moment and take his life.
So, he must struggle.
Before the malice of fate strikes again, he must grip tightly onto everything he could hold, struggling against all odds!
Even if the direction he was struggling towards might truly be hell.
……
“However… is there anyone who can save me…”
Just two minutes after getting his act together, Mu’en couldn’t help but roll under the blanket, emitting a wail of despair like a dying fish.
Because, no matter how he thought about it,
the requirement Teacher Meila proposed was just too harsh.
One month later, pass the basic magic exam!
In one month, learn what others would take a year and a month to cover!
This wasn’t something a college student could casually look at elementary school textbooks and understand with just a few glances.
In terms of magic, he was still a little elementary school student.
And at best, he was only in the first grade, while Teacher Meila wanted him to take the second-grade exam in one month, and he had to pass!
That was simply unreasonable.
But Mu’en also knew that Teacher Meila’s demand was utterly reasonable.
For profound magic, a fool who scores three points in the basic magic exam truly doesn’t even have the qualifications to enter the door.
“But it’s still so hard. Is there a way to gain knowledge without studying?!” Mu’en twisted in a strange posture, praying for a universal Doraemon to come down from the heavens.
“The corruption of the Evil God really has affected your mind, Mu’en Campbell.”
A cold voice suddenly echoed in the small ward.
“Uh.”
Mu’en’s wailing immediately stopped, as if a pause button had been pressed.
He slowly poked his head out from under the blanket, revealing a slightly flushed face, looking at the silver-white figure with an awkward smile.
“Ce… Celicia, what are you doing here?”
“Is that a problem?”
Celicia was still wearing her student council’s red uniform, which complemented her snow-white skin, giving it a rosy hue.
She placed the fruit she had brought on the bedside table, raised her hand to tuck a strand of silver hair behind her ear, and peeked at Mu’en from the corner of her eye:
“Or do you want to see the doctor more now?”
“No, no, no, my mind’s perfectly fine, absolutely fine.”
Mu’en shook his head vigorously, then straightened up from the blanket, sitting properly.
He raised his hand to tidy his messy hospital gown, looking like a struggling worker presenting himself before a domineering CEO.
“Is everything alright with the student council? It should be pretty busy during this time.”
“Not really; although this incident had far-reaching effects, fortunately no students actually died during the turmoil, so all the student council can do is handle some follow-up chores. The professors and the dean are the ones really overwhelmed right now.”
Celicia sat down on the chair that had already been occupied by two beautiful women.
“Would you like an apple?”
Although she asked this, Celicia was already holding an apple and a fruit knife.
So Mu’en could only weakly add a “yes.”
“How’s your body feeling?”
“Completely fine now.”
“When do you plan to go back to classes?”
“The doctor said I can be discharged tomorrow.”
“And mentally?”
“I’m in a good mood, eating well.”
“…”
Celicia looked down, peeling the apple with steady hands. The skin fell away in thin, even ribbons, gliding from her palm.
Once she finished peeling the apple, she placed it in a fruit bowl, lightly pressed the fruit knife onto the apple, and Mu’en only noticed a barely visible glimmer as the apple was evenly sliced into eight pieces.
Then, she carefully inserted toothpicks into each piece of fruit and handed them to Mu’en.
As expected of Celicia; even peeling an apple is so graceful.
Mu’en couldn’t help but silently admire her as he picked up a piece of fruit and popped it into his mouth.
Sweet and delightful.
“Speaking of which, nothing unusual has happened at the academy lately, right?”
He quickly finished one piece and then asked.
After being stuck in the hospital for several days, the only information he could gather from the outside world was the occasional laughter of girls outside the window.
Those professors and doctors all had serious faces, and Mu’en felt awkward asking them for gossip.
“The academy is naturally fine; due to timely responses, the Evil God’s invasion did not cause any actual losses to the academy, and classes have basically resumed.”
Celicia also picked up a piece of apple, taking small bites, her glistening red lips parting and closing, her posture graceful.
“But, if we’re talking about hot topics among students…
It would probably be about that golden-haired beauty who mysteriously disappeared that night.”
……
