The matter came to a close; there wasn’t much worth discussing anyway.
Since the honor was given, just accept it.
As for Seraphina, she felt her body was much lighter than a few days ago.
She tried moving her hands and feet; although not strong, at least activity was no longer a big issue.
“How are you feeling?” Movira watched her every move, her tone carrying concern.
“Much better, Sister.” Seraphina gently exhaled, but when this address came out, even she was a bit slow to react.
Her face immediately flushed with a blush.
Now she wasn’t in a feverish, muddled state; she actually still… called Movira that?
Immediately, as if to cover up the unnatural reaction, she quickly added.
“It’s just… I’ve been in bed for too long; a bit tired.
It should be time for breakfast soon.”
Of course, when Movira heard this “Sister,” she couldn’t help but react a beat slower.
But she merely “mm”ed in response.
The simple breakfast ended in an atmosphere that was silent but not awkward.
Seraphina put down her utensils; when her gaze focused on the morning light outside, Movira suggested, “Want to go out for a walk? The weather looks nice today.”
“Mm.” Seraphina nodded; she indeed needed to breathe some fresh outdoor air.
Movira then stood up and walked toward the familiar wheelchair in the corner, “I’ll push you.”
“No need, Sister.” She looked at Movira and shook her head, “Always sitting, my legs will lose strength; I can walk myself.”
This time, the address seemed more natural.
Seeing Seraphina’s very insistent eyes, she didn’t need to force her to sit, just nodded.
“Good.” After pondering for a moment, she added, with a bit of caution and probing. “Then… I’ll support you?”
If this suggestion were placed before, Seraphina would have refused without hesitation, but at this moment, perhaps it was the lingering dependence after her body recovered again.
Or maybe it was Movira’s clumsy yet sincere kindness over the past days, and that already defaulted “Sister” address quietly closing the distance.
Anyway, she only hesitated briefly, then gently “mm”ed.
And what surprised Movira even more was that Seraphina even proactively extended her hand, gently placing it in her already prepared palm.
The slightly cool and soft touch transmitted there stunned her whole person, followed immediately by a heartbeat almost jumping out of her chest.
Something that was once within easy reach, now just tasting a little bit already like this…
The long-absent sensation made her quickly compose her momentary daze, carefully closing her palm, steadily wrapping that small hand, as if accepting a priceless treasure.
“Let’s go.” Seraphina didn’t pay attention to Movira’s expression, just urging.
The two walked out of the room and stepped into the corridor.
The early morning academy was quiet and empty, not to mention their location was relatively remote.
They also tacitly avoided the main paths where they might encounter students, just slowly walking along the secluded small paths.
Seraphina walked very slowly; Movira matched her pace, always at her side, supporting her arm.
The air was mostly silent, with only occasionally intersecting, occasionally synchronized footsteps echoing.
And just as they passed through a meticulously tended small garden, through the bushes, a deliberately lowered conversation, carrying a bit of excitement and tension, floated to the two’s ears.
“Hey, you know?” A slightly hoarse male voice started mysteriously.
“Know what?” Another voice carried a bit of sleepy laziness.
“It’s that abandoned lab in the northwest corner!” The hoarse voice explained urgently, “I remember the patrol uncle said, last night when he passed there, the door was clearly locked, but crying sounds came out! Intermittent, creepy!”
“Hm? You believe his words too! He’s been drinking on patrol for more than a day or two; probably hallucinating!” The lazy voice dismissed it.
“I don’t know; anyway, there were also scraping sounds.
“Tonight, the academy’s upper levels should take action.”
“Anyway, I’m taking a detour.”
The voices disappeared as the footsteps faded.
On this side of the bushes, Seraphina and Movira both tacitly stopped their steps.
Their conversation carried a bit of exaggeration and speculation, but the mentioned “crying sounds,” “scraping sounds,” etc., indeed covered it with a layer of mystery.
“Sounds a bit interesting.” Movira didn’t know if she was muttering to herself or deliberately saying it for Seraphina to hear.
But what could be confirmed was that she was indeed seeking Seraphina’s opinion next, “Anyway, nothing to do now, and it’s not far; want to go check it out?”
Actually, Seraphina was still a bit scared, mainly because she was too weak; if she had powerful strength, she’d wish to get up close with those demons and ghosts.
Like playing an invincible version of a game, couldn’t help but crash into the enemies’ attacks.
But… when Seraphina slightly looked up and met Movira’s eyes, she instantly thought, wasn’t she playing the invincible version right now?
Where Movira was, who would dare act recklessly?
Moreover, she was thinking of trying the magic she learned these past days.
Anyway, if something happened, Movira would cover for her.
“Sure, Sister accompanying me to check is good too; better than aimless wandering by a lot; that’s too boring, right?”
As long as Seraphina was there, it wouldn’t be boring.
But this sentence could only be said in Movira’s heart for now; in the end, she just nodded, superficially agreeing with the words.
“Good, then let’s go now.”
Movira supported Seraphina and turned toward the small path leading to the northwest corner.
Seraphina’s gaze sometimes curiously surveyed the surroundings that clashed with the entire academy—gradually appearing dilapidated buildings—sometimes secretly glancing at the side profile of the person beside her.
The surroundings grew quieter and quieter; the fresh scent of grass and trees gradually replaced by the stale dust smell.
That rumored abandoned building, its dim outline appeared at the end of the woods ahead, silently standing there.
The wind blew through the empty window frames, emitting faint whining sounds.
This oppressive environment made Seraphina unable to help but slow her breathing.
Movira felt the small hand in her palm tremble slightly once; the fingertips also quietly curled, touching her skin.
“Seems… this is it?” Seraphina’s voice was very light, looking around as if carefully searching for something.
“Mm.” Movira stopped her steps, her gaze sweeping over the rusted iron railings and the moss-covered archway, finally landing on Seraphina’s face that pretended calm but couldn’t hide tension, “Still want to go in? Looks so desolate; if you don’t want to, or… a bit scared, we’ll go back right now.”