At this moment, Seraphina, though her face was still somewhat pale, had her innate dignity and aloof beauty amplified under the complement of the solemn accessories, truly giving her an air of a “professor” not to be underestimated.
And then there was Movira behind her—no need to say more about her.
After these few days of fermentation, the students had long known that such a big figure had visited the academy and even opened a consultation slot. Such a novel thing probably attracted many students.
In the face of so many gazes, Seraphina maintained a surface calm, her eyes immediately turning to that wall.
This glance made her heart jolt sharply—her name wasn’t at the end anymore! Instead, it had moved forward several spots!
And below her name, those originally slow-flowing lights were now flickering and flowing at an unusually active speed.
“How… could it be so fast?” Seraphina couldn’t help but exclaim softly.
“I remember my name wasn’t at the end…”
A person who seemed to be in charge quickly stepped forward. “Professor Seraphina, good day. Your consultation slot… seems very popular among the students. Since you don’t have a dedicated room, Professor Dekalorin has invited you to share one with her temporarily.”
Then, he led the two inside the building, stopping in front of a door with Dekalorin’s name on the plaque and knocking lightly.
“Professor Dekalorin, I’ve brought Professor Seraphina.”
Dekalorin’s voice came from inside. “Please come in.”
…
Upon hearing that, the person pushed open the door, stepping aside to let Seraphina and Movira enter, then respectfully departed.
This place had a stronger academic atmosphere than Dekalorin’s office—after all, it was slightly different from an office.
“You’re here?” Dekalorin lifted her head from behind her desk. “It seems your consultation slot is very popular. These are the initially screened questions—not too difficult, just right for you.”
As she spoke, she deliberately glanced at Movira, who was pushing the wheelchair.
Seraphina looked at the room piled high with books and scrolls, involuntarily thinking of her past daily life in the Demon Realm…
But as Dekalorin pointed out the questions Seraphina needed to handle today, that simple stack of papers made Seraphina feel incredibly relaxed. Compared to those official documents, these were a drop in the bucket.
“There’s an empty desk over there. You two go there. If there’s a next time, I’ll arrange a room for you.”
Since Dekalorin had said so, there would definitely be a next time.
At first, Seraphina was a bit rusty, needing to mobilize all the limited knowledge in her brain and laboriously interpret those magical patterns and theoretical descriptions.
But soon, Movira’s presence became her greatest support. Movira could figure out the answers at a glance, but she didn’t give them directly—instead, she guided Seraphina, letting her deduce the answers step by step.
Her voice was low and steady, carrying a power that made Seraphina feel at ease and convinced. These intermediate-level knowledge points from the human magic academy were as simple to her as breathing.
Movira always kept a certain distance from Seraphina, her gaze mostly on the papers, but the corner of her eye never strayed from Seraphina’s face.
Across from them, Dekalorin appeared to be handling her own affairs but was actually taking it all in, the corners of her mouth curving upward slightly.
After a while, she stood up, casually adjusting her clothing, and said, “I have some matters to handle in the registry office hall. You two carry on.”
With that, she left the room with light steps and gently closed the door.
Arriving in the spacious hall, Dekalorin went straight to the consultation wall.
No one else was paying attention at the moment. She raised her hand, and a gentle surge of magic landed on the name “Seraphina,” which then vanished quietly as if erased by an eraser.
Immediately after, the name “Saint Eustacia” reappeared silently in its originally forward position, and the flowing lights below returned to a gentle speed.
“Teacher, using your authority like this and turning me into a tool to divert attention… is a bit too much, isn’t it?” A clear, cold voice sounded behind Dekalorin.
Saint Eustacia had appeared there at some point, arms crossed, watching the name changes on the wall, her tone carrying a hint of grievance at being abandoned.
Dekalorin turned around, her face showing not the slightest embarrassment at being caught—instead, she looked completely justified.
“Too much? How can this be called too much? As for abusing authority, that’s nonsense. When it comes to professors’ matters… can it be called abusing authority?”
She approached Saint Eustacia, lowering her voice. “This is called optimizing resource allocation. Look, what Seraphina needs is a quiet environment and… specific companionship to recover. And you just happen to get a chance to rest—isn’t that killing two birds with one stone?”
Saint Eustacia looked at her mischievous teacher in front of her, unable to help wondering who exactly was the teacher here!
“So, I’ve become a sacrifice for certain people to grow closer, huh?”
“Sacrifice?” Dekalorin shook her head, her tone turning a bit more serious. “No, Saint Eustacia, think about it. Seraphina is very clever—she managed to hold back the Demon Realm from launching wars against humans for over a year. So, if she could thoroughly… ‘conquer’ Movira? Wouldn’t that greatly offset Movira’s temperament? Then, a situation of human-demon coexistence wouldn’t be impossible!”
“Fine, fine, you’re right.” Saint Eustacia helplessly interrupted Dekalorin’s words, then muttered softly. “I think it’s just that love in your heart—you don’t know who to entrust it to…”
“What did you say?”
“I said…” A sly glint flashed in Saint Eustacia’s eyes as she leaned close to Dekalorin’s ear and whispered softly, “If Teacher has no spiritual sustenance… you can entrust it to me.”
Dekalorin was stunned at first, turning to look into Saint Eustacia’s eyes, then couldn’t hold back and burst out laughing with a “pfft.”
“Heh, you? I became a professor when you were still wetting the bed. Joking without a draft? You little brat, what do you know? It’s always me teasing others—you’re the first to turn the tables!”
After laughing, Dekalorin couldn’t resist glancing again at Saint Eustacia’s serious expression before turning to leave.
But she still left one last sentence.
“The Gratitude Festival is coming soon. Don’t forget to prepare.”
Meanwhile, in the office, Seraphina and Movira, completely unaware of what had happened in the hall, remained immersed in their unique teaching and learning.
Unknowingly, the questions were decreasing more and more…
This feeling allowed Movira to sense a path beyond confinement and obedience—a path that could truly enter Seraphina’s heart.