“Movira, I feel it’s not like that; quite the opposite.”
“If she were completely immersed in it, then it might be as you imagined.
But the current situation is that she’s aware of it, and she’s also conveyed this feeling to you.”
Dekalorin’s gaze was sharp, guiding Movira’s thoughts, “This self-doubt might be her attempting to integrate it with her current cognition; perhaps… it’s another level of trust.”
Hearing “trust,” Movira’s tense nerves relaxed a bit.
“So, no need to worry…”
“Emotions are like brewing wine, Movira; your impatience will only produce sour, inferior wine.
What you need to do now is provide the best fermentation environment, and then leave it to time.”
One afternoon ended just like that, and in it, Movira seemed to have overlooked an important issue—she hadn’t told Dekalorin that Seraphina’s series of behaviors were triggered by gender issues.
When she finally left Dekalorin’s office, the setting sun had already dyed the land in warm golden hues.
The celebration’s liveliness continued for three days and finally came to an end.
The academy returned to its usual tranquility, but this tranquility carried a somewhat unusual flavor.
Seraphina’s physical condition remained erratic, with low fever coming and going, but fortunately…
The dangerous high fever didn’t make a comeback.
Under Movira’s almost inseparable watch, her physical state finally recovered bit by bit, and color gradually returned to her face.
One day after the celebration ended, Dekalorin unusually came to Seraphina’s room early in the morning.
Her face still wore that refreshing, spring-like smile as she stepped lightly into the room.
Her gaze first swept over Movira sitting by the window, but her attention was clearly not on Movira.
Instead, it quickly shifted to Seraphina, who was resting against the headboard.
“Good morning; looks like you’re almost better!” Dekalorin’s tone was cheerful.
“Seraphina, are you interested in… accepting a ‘small’ honor from the academy?”
Upon hearing this, Seraphina didn’t understand what she meant, and confusion arose in her eyes.
“Honor?” She couldn’t see how she, someone who had just arrived not long ago, could have any honor to speak of.
“Yes, honor!” Dekalorin approached and sat on the chair by the bed, “The academy’s higher-ups had a preliminary discussion a few days ago and believe your ‘column’ is deeply popular among the students—precise answers, full of inspiration and guidance, making a significant contribution to the academy’s academic atmosphere, and introducing many innovative solutions.”
“So, we hope to formally grant you the title of ‘Secret Magic Professor.'”
“Secret Magic… Professor?” Seraphina was a bit incredulous, “Dekalorin, you should know, right? Those answers, actually most of them are…”
She paused a little, a bit embarrassed to say it directly, but the meaning was obvious—the real contributor was just Movira; with Movira’s magical attainments, receiving this title would be truly deserved, while she was merely… the one standing in the front.
“Oh, Seraphina, the column has your name on it; the students recognize and admire ‘Professor Seraphina.’ This influence is built on that name.”
“Besides, you don’t know, but because the gratitude celebration column wasn’t open, and you were sick and delayed in updating the column, the students have been constantly inquiring at the clerk’s office these past few days. Your name has spread!”
Looking at Seraphina’s clueless, bewildered eyes, Dekalorin thought for a moment, and her tone finally added a few degrees of formality, “And precisely because of this, the academy’s higher-ups noticed you; this is the preliminary resolution of the joint meeting!”
At this moment, Movira interjected coldly, “Higher-ups? If I remember correctly, aren’t you the chair of this meeting, Dekalorin?”
“That’s right; I am indeed the chair!” Dekalorin admitted without changing her expression, “But I’m just one vote; getting such a preliminary decision—doesn’t that show the fairness and recognition of the proposal?”
Movira snorted lightly and didn’t continue discussing this uninteresting topic, but her eyes clearly said: Give you the chair’s seat, and this academy will be done for sooner or later!
Seraphina heard what Dekalorin said—the fact that her name had spread in the academy—and looked at Movira with eyes full of amazement and a bit of admiration.
Recalling those complex problems, in Movira’s hands, they were like children’s toys, casually disassembled.
That effortless strength—Seraphina already knew it was impressive, but from the facts, it far exceeded what she had previously imagined.
After the simple and direct surprise, worry followed, “Dekalorin, if—I mean if.” Her tone carried a little hesitation.
“If I accept this honor… will I face a lot of restrictions? What obligations do I need to bear? For example…”
She wasn’t really keen on being tied to the podium; she simply didn’t have the ability to stand on the podium.
“Don’t worry!” Dekalorin gave a reassuring promise.
“This is more like a symbolic identity in line with the students; it won’t impose rigid tasks on you. As for the rest… if there’s anything you feel is inappropriate or dislike, just tell me directly; I’ll do my best to push it away for you. Of course, as a professor, you’ll also enjoy the same treatment and salary as other professors.”
As soon as the words fell, Movira’s voice immediately followed, her tone carrying a bit of helplessness, “Dekalorin, you’re letting the Demon Realm’s Princess Regent serve as some Secret Magic Professor in a human magic academy… you really have quite the interest!”
“Movira, your words are biased… Hm, you wouldn’t be… lacking confidence in your own magical attainments, would you? If there’s something you don’t understand, you can come ask me too!”
“You!” Movira’s gaze sharpened quickly, but she understood this was the other using provocation, so she didn’t want to argue further.
Dekalorin turned back to Seraphina, her tone becoming sincere, “Seraphina, don’t listen to her nonsense. I genuinely think this is beneficial for both sides! Why not consider it?”
This honor, which seemed utterly absurd to Seraphina, left her a bit at a loss.
But looking at Dekalorin, who at least appeared sincere on the surface, and glancing at Movira with an expression like “up to you.”
Lecturing…
But deep in her heart, she did indeed have an interest in learning magic; having a formal identity to access it seemed… not entirely a bad thing.
Seeing that Seraphina didn’t immediately show strong opposition, her eyes more filled with contemplation rather than resistance, Dekalorin knew she had a sense of it. She immediately stood up, her smile bright.
“Alright, I’ve said my piece; you two take your time considering, no rush to reply. I have something to attend to first; excuse me!”
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