The sunlight outside the window slanted westward, completely dyeing the room in orange light.
Under Movira’s guidance, Seraphina provided the answer.
The process was much longer than imagined.
“Is this okay?” Seraphina put down the pen and asked softly.
“Um.” Movira nodded in response, her gaze falling on the answer that was crude but completely correct. “Very good, but…”
Hearing this “but,” Seraphina immediately tensed up. “Could it be… is there something wrong somewhere?”
“Um… it seems you’ve written in the Demon Realm’s script…”
Seraphina suddenly lowered her head to look, and on the parchment, the sprawling handwriting didn’t have a single word that ordinary humans could understand.
“Ah! Then, what to do? Do I need to rewrite one?”
Mainly because she had stayed in the Demon Realm for a long time and reviewed many official documents, so she subconsciously wrote in the Demon Realm’s script.
Movira picked up the paper filled with answers and stood up. “No need. I’ll go find Dekalorin; she can translate it. Um, I’ll send it back.”
“Is that okay…” Seraphina lifted her head, looking at Movira with worried eyes. “Won’t it disturb her?”
“It won’t. You can rest easy.”
In the end, Seraphina watched as Movira took the rolled-up parchment and turned to leave the room.
The surroundings suddenly became quiet, so quiet that it seemed like the sound of light shuttling through could be heard.
Seraphina lay back down, leaning against the headboard, her gaze somewhat unfocused and falling who knows where, but her mind involuntarily replayed the scene from just now.
Movira… has changed again.
If not for that domineering pressure still faintly showing itself, she would have thought the person before her was an imposter.
And she herself… didn’t dislike it.
As she thought about it, the fatigue from the past few days surged up quietly like a tide. Her body, not yet healed from severe injuries, was already extremely prone to exhaustion, and with the mental activity from this period, her eyelids grew heavier and heavier.
This sleep was dreamless and deep.
When she woke again, the sun outside the window had quietly rested below the western hills, and the room was lit with soft magical lamps, warm and not glaring.
She rubbed her eyes, somewhat dazed as she looked around. The first thing that caught her eye, tugging at her sense of smell, was the dinner arranged on the table, emitting an enticing aroma.
And Movira was sitting on a chair beside the table, quietly watching her.
She had been doing so ever since Seraphina woke up.
“Awake?” Movira stood up, gently lifting the tray, and walked to the bedside.
She didn’t say anything extra, just set up the small table on the bed and placed the dinner in front of Seraphina.
Then, with gentle movements, she helped Seraphina sit up.
“Eat.”
Due to just waking up, Seraphina didn’t think of what to say, but her empty stomach had already spoken for everything.
She was indeed a bit hungry and ate in small bites.
Movira returned to the chair, silently keeping her company.
As expected, Seraphina’s appetite was still small. She soon put down her utensils and looked down at the meal that seemed deliberately portioned, shaking her head. “I can’t eat anymore, but there’s still so much left…”
Movira looked at the tray with nearly half the food remaining and was silent for a moment.
Just as Seraphina thought she would take it away directly as usual, she saw her reach out, naturally moving the tray to the large table, then picking up the utensils Seraphina had just used and beginning to finish the remaining food without a change in expression.
“You… what are you doing?!”
Seraphina’s eyes widened instantly, her cheeks suddenly burning hot. Sharing utensils like this… it was really the first time.
Although there had been even more… intimate actions before, but… Seraphina always felt that the nature of this one was completely different from the deeper behaviors of the past!
This indirect intimacy made her feel a sudden wave of shame, and her heartbeat skipped a beat.
Movira’s movements were quick, not giving Seraphina any time to react, but the corner of her eye remained on Seraphina’s face.
Taking in that faint blush and the shy little actions completely.
In that moment, the flickering lamp in Movira’s heart, on the verge of extinguishing, seemed to ignite once more. Though it was merely a bit of halo, it… was enough.
“Didn’t you say you don’t like wasting food? Then I’ll just help you handle it.”
She finished eating quickly, not giving Seraphina any chance to refuse.
Movira walked back to the bedside.
“It’s dark outside. The night view at the academy… is quite nice. Want to go out for a walk? Get some fresh air.”
Seraphina, upon hearing this, did indeed want to go out for a walk, but then she looked at her still weak and powerless body. Every time she went out, she needed Dekalorin to support her constantly.
“Uh… it might be very troublesome.”
“It’s fine.” Movira seemed to have anticipated she would say this and walked to a corner of the room, where something had appeared at some point.
A wooden wheelchair.
When Seraphina noticed it, her whole body froze completely. Did this world… actually have such a thing?
In fact, the Middle Ages did have wheelchairs, but only royalty could afford them. Obviously, Seraphina didn’t know that.
Movira pushed the wheelchair to the bedside. This time, she took the initiative to lean down, one hand supporting her back, the other passing under her knees.
Gently, avoiding all the wounds, she lifted the light Seraphina up.
Seraphina exclaimed in surprise, not expecting Movira to be so sudden this time. Her hands instantly clutched at her clothing.
At such a close distance, she could smell the long-missed scent coming from the other.
She was placed on the wheelchair cushioned with soft padding, and then Movira covered her with a thick wool blanket, ensuring the night chill wouldn’t invade her.
If it were in the past, Movira would definitely use magic to directly “shield” the cold wind; she had that ability.
But, remembering what Dekalorin had said to her: “You have to let the other truly see the effort you’re making. Hidden strength behind the scenes is useless!”
“Alright.” Movira’s voice came from behind.
The door was opened, and the evening coolness rushed in, carrying the academy’s scholarly fragrance and serene atmosphere.
Stars twinkled in the sky, like a prelude composed from the sea of stars.
“You know… if we could build an academy like this in the Demon Realm, how great would that be?”
While Movira was racking her brains for some topic to talk about, Seraphina, looking at the serene and beautiful scene before her, took the initiative to open the conversation.
But this topic, Movira clearly didn’t like very much. “You’re in this state, so don’t think about Demon Realm matters.”
“Um… okay. By the way, Movira… I feel like you…”
The person behind, hearing Seraphina say her name, immediately felt an inexplicable tension, but before the words were finished, they were interrupted by a shy voice.
“Se-Senior!”
Seraphina followed the sound and saw a girl running over from not far away.