This silent companionship was different from her usual overwhelmingly oppressive presence; it was more like a silent vigil.
This new feeling made her seem to touch upon Dekalorin’s meaning a bit, but exactly what it was and how to do it remained blurry.
At least, this time she didn’t make Seraphina reject her.
The bowl of soup was soon empty, and half the bread was “dealt with,” and Seraphina truly couldn’t eat more; she put down the spoon. “I’m done.”
“Good, you… rest well.” Movira stood up and went to Seraphina’s bedside, picking up the tray and taking it out.
“I’ll be right outside.”
The door closed behind her; Movira leaned against the cold wall, calming that tension.
“How is it? Our esteemed Demon King Majesty, personally acting as an attendant?”
Dekalorin’s voice, carrying amusement, sounded from the side; she had appeared silently at some point.
She deliberately used “Demon King” instead of Movira’s name, to highlight this extreme contrast.
She herself was lazily leaning against the opposite corridor pillar, looking at Movira.
This posture seemed a bit familiar.
“Dekalorin, you seem quite idle.” Movira suddenly straightened her body, her face instantly covered in frost.
“Showing me the Demon King’s side now?” Dekalorin stepped forward lightly, standing in front of her, suddenly leaning closer, lowering her voice.
“Seriously, Movira, I really overestimated your intelligence. Fumbling so clumsily like this is both amusing… and a bit heartbreaking.”
“You have the power to shake the Demon Realm, yet you can’t handle a little girl’s heart. How about… I teach you? Not superficial teaching—you’ve already experienced that, with almost zero effect. But… more profound, direct.”
Movira’s dark pupils contracted suddenly, her wary gaze scanning up and down the approaching Dekalorin, fearing she might do something… “out of line” again.
“Tsk, don’t be so guarded.” Dekalorin smiled more pleasantly, more brightly. “The condition… is simple. Just lower your pride and sincerely call me ‘Teacher’ once—maybe if I’m in a good mood, I can teach you a few practical moves.”
“About… how to truly get close to her, understand her, make her willingly look at you.”
“You’re delusional!” Movira almost growled, squeezing these words through her teeth.
Making her, the renowned Demon King, call this woman who was no longer her match “Teacher”—it was utter humiliation!
“Oh?” Dekalorin wasn’t surprised at all by this answer.
“Looks like you don’t need it? Alright, perhaps you’re naturally gifted and want to self-teach. Mm… that’s not hard, just take more detours, experience Seraphina’s annoyance a few more times, and even… possibly have someone else’s warmth take advantage of the gap.”
She said lightly, turning to leave.
“Wait!” When Movira heard that Seraphina might have someone take advantage, she almost blurted out.
Lina had said similar things to her; undoubtedly, it was the situation she least wanted to see!
Dekalorin’s steps paused; her body didn’t fully turn back, just tilting her head, glancing at her from the corner of her eye, waiting.
Movira’s expression changed unpredictably; she gripped the tray tightly, knuckles white, silent for several seconds before squeezing out words like toothpaste from her throat. “…Besides this… is there no other choice?”
“Other choices?” Dekalorin pondered for a moment, thinking of the mountain of letters on her desk. “Right, even Saint Roland Academy has endless trivial matters; my students… always have endless questions.”
Dekalorin fully turned back, with a hint of helpless smile, saying.
“The academy has rules: students’ questions are compiled and categorized by specific departments, and once a certain number is reached, they’re uniformly handed to the designated professors per the requests.”
“Unfortunately, I’m always the ‘most popular’ one.”
Movira immediately realized what Dekalorin’s “other choice” was.
“You mean, have me help you answer questions?”
“Mm-hmm. Right, for you, it shouldn’t be difficult. Of course, if in the future your Demon Realm opens a magic academy, I’d be happy to go support teaching!”
Movira was entirely pondering handling student questions, completely missing the latter part; as for “support teaching,” wasn’t that just mocking the Demon Realm!
“…Alright.” Movira nodded; this choice might be tiring, but at least it was better than losing dignity.
She agreed.
“Mm mm, that’s right—this is good for you too, gives you something to do, so you don’t overthink all day and exhaust yourself internally.”
Dekalorin had long anticipated her agreement, just as she anticipated the refusal earlier; then she turned and walked out. “Follow me. By the way, no one here will recognize your Demon King identity unless you’re stupid yourself.”
She led Movira to her own office; it seemed busier than Seraphina’s room.
Surrounded by piles of books, scrolls, and various instruments.
“Wait here.” Dekalorin instructed, then turned and went out to the academy’s document processing department to collect the recent backlog of consultation letters.
Not long after, a stack of letters floated in the air by themselves, following Dekalorin’s steps into the office.
First, she had to sort them, giving Movira some simple questions.
Suddenly, her actions paused; the letter pinched between her fingertips made her slightly stunned. On the delivery recipient column, it was written…
“To be delivered to the esteemed adult who has been inseparable from Professor Dekalorin recently.”
After a brief thought, Dekalorin understood—this letter’s target was precisely Seraphina.
The students didn’t know Seraphina’s identity or name, but they definitely noticed the additional, highly respected, and extraordinary-tempered “divine adult” by their professor’s side.
She was silent for a moment, then pulled out this letter and handed it to Movira beside her.
“Here, take this to Seraphina. Lately, the students have taken her for a powerful mage because of her aura.”
Dekalorin’s words sounded casual.
“A powerful mage?” Seraphina’s true strength might not be clear to others, but Movira definitely knew.
For a moment, she was amused by these innocent students’ ideas. “Of course—who do you think she belongs to.”
“Alright, I’ll deliver it.”
With that, she turned to leave.
“Stop!”
Dekalorin couldn’t help but facepalm, calling her back.
“What state is Seraphina in now? She’s very weak, with pitifully little magic in her body. Whatever this letter asks, does she have the ability to handle it? Can she take it?”
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