Movira reacted instantly.
“Then….”
“Look at this, that’s exactly the problem!” Dekalorin’s finger seemed about to poke through Movira’s forehead. “Why can’t you let go of that mindset? You’re like a wild beast that only steps into traps, without thinking about how to cleverly untie them.”
She pressed closer, her words piercing. “What does she need right now? A reliable support that can put her at ease! You can think of that, right? You’re not that stupid, are you?”
“Hey, I don’t get it. Normally, you’re no fool—sharp as anything at the negotiation table or on the battlefield. Why is it that when it involves Seraphina, your intelligence gets completely eaten up?!”
Seeing Movira’s expression gradually turn angry, Dekalorin ultimately couldn’t let it go. “Come on, come on, I’ll tell you what to do….”
…I’ll handle it for you.
Movira gripped the letter tightly, her steps slow, her mind constantly recalling the words Dekalorin had just said to her.
Arriving at the door, she took a deep breath and knocked on the door panel.
Knock knock.
The sound was very light.
“Come in.” Seraphina’s voice came from inside, still light and airy.
Movira pushed the door open and entered, seeing Seraphina leaning against the headboard, covered with soft bedding. The mild afternoon sunlight streamed through the glass wall, sprinkling onto her quilt and outlining a layer of halo.
The other seemed to have just taken a short nap, her eyes still a bit hazy.
Seeing the visitor, Seraphina’s gaze cleared a little. She noticed the letter in Movira’s hand.
“What’s wrong?”
Seraphina asked softly, her eyes shifting from the other’s cheek to the letter.
Movira walked to the bedside, maintaining a comfortable distance, and handed over the letter. Beneath her calm voice, a hint of tension could still be detected.
“There’s a letter, forwarded from the academy’s clerical office.”
“For me?” Seraphina was a bit surprised. “I don’t know anyone here.”
But she still took the letter, and at the same time, Movira provided the corresponding explanation.
“…Um, asking me to explain magical knowledge?” Amid her bewilderment, there was a touch of amusement. “They really are quite naive.”
She murmured to herself, with a helpless self-mockery. “It seems they’ve mistaken me for some big shot.”
The letter was densely engraved with intricate patterns. Seraphina tried to rely on her shallow magical knowledge to figure out the reasoning, but she soon gave up, her brows gradually furrowing.
Just as Dekalorin had anticipated, with her current abilities, even interpreting such an ordinary letter felt strenuous.
Movira took in Seraphina’s sense of helplessness completely. According to her past instincts, she would have certainly taken the letter directly and quickly, efficiently resolved this “minor trouble.”
But she held back, remembering Dekalorin’s words: “Wait, observe, and when she needs it, provide help in a way she can accept.”
The room fell silent. Movira was no longer in a hurry and turned to sit at the nearby table.
Seraphina held the letter, feeling a bit at a loss. This unexpected letter made her feel like a mistakenly identified imposter, powerless to respond to this inexplicable expectation.
“Um… do I really have to answer this question…?” Such a simple array pattern problem—Seraphina had learned a bit about it, but at this moment, she just couldn’t recall it.
“Dekalorin said, since it’s for you, naturally you should answer it.”
Time passed bit by bit. Seraphina sneaked a glance at Movira, finding the other also looking at her, then quickly averted her gaze, slightly lifting her head to stare at the ceiling.
“It’s a basic magic pattern problem, right? Or, explained in human knowledge, an array pattern.”
Movira saw the timing was right. On the surface, she got up leisurely, but in reality, her mind had already flown over.
With her strength, the moment she took it from Dekalorin’s hand, her most basic perception was enough to let her figure out what the question was and what the answer was.
“It seems… like something for lower grades. Even in similar demonic magic systems, this is the lowest-level magic pattern problem.”
Seraphina looked up, somewhat surprised, at Movira. She had just been thinking of asking Movira, but didn’t know how to start.
The other had proactively provided information, and in this… tone that was like explaining and guiding.
“I…” Seraphina opened her mouth, her voice becoming very low. “I might not be able to explain this well right now.”
“Um.” Movira responded, her attitude showing understanding. She moved forward half a step, still keeping a certain distance, her gaze falling on the letter.
“This magic pattern… the core of the array pattern lies in the resonance of energy guidance… If you’re willing…”
Movira paused in her words, seeming to deliberate on her phrasing. “I can help you look at it. Or, together?”
“Together?” Seraphina repeated the word, while her eyes also tried to search for related emotions on Movira’s expression to aid understanding.
Confused yet novel—she had never thought of doing something like this “together” with Movira, this… discussion behavior.
Even when she was learning magic from her, it was just the other pouring knowledge into her brain all at once.
“Um.” Movira nodded, then, afraid of being rejected, stiffly added a sentence to try to make Seraphina lower her guard. “Dekalorin said appropriate mental activity helps with your recovery. And… this isn’t difficult.”
Looking at this Movira who was showing a “brand new” side, Seraphina felt very strange in her heart, but… she didn’t dislike this kind of Movira.
“Okay.” She propped herself up and shifted inward a bit, making some space, indicating for her to sit on the bed.
Movira hesitated for a moment. After confirming that Seraphina meant what she thought, she sat sideways on the edge of the bed, her body tense.
The spot where she sat felt like it had thorns; she never dared to sit fully, most of her weight still supported by her long legs.
The posture was very uncomfortable, but she persisted.
“Look here.” Her voice softened without her even noticing, like she was whispering something, sharing a secret.
“This direction—do you think it needs magic infusion or finding resonance?”
A beam of sunlight from the window, along with two gazes from outside the window, enveloped the two in a warm halo.
The room was very quiet, with only Movira’s soft explanations and Seraphina’s occasional responses.
Wait, two gazes?
“Teacher? What are you doing here?” A cold, surprised voice rang out.
“Me? Isn’t it obvious? Um… perhaps I should ask you first—what are you doing?”
“I… I.”
The voice became hesitant.
“Of course I’m… just doing a routine check! After all, letting the Demon King stay here—if something goes wrong…”
“Alright, I know.”