A brave man may not live, but he cannot die

Chapter 203 Waiting for the Flowers to Bloom
When he woke up, he saw Grindelwald's night view through the window.

This world has no air pollution, nor the excessive light pollution from city neon lights. The sky seems infinitely close to the earth. Looking up, you can see the vast starry sky and the aurora band stretching across the sky. If you ignore the three moons, it is more beautiful than even the Nordic starry sky photography on Earth.

But Grindelwald is different. There is no moon, no aurora borealis or nebulae, only wisps of clouds and twinkling stars. Compared to the outside world, it is like a simple sketch, always reminding Quinn of the starry nights in the countryside during his childhood. The future seems as far away as the stars.

"What are you thinking about?" Xia Dai'er, who woke up beside him, asked softly, her eyes blinking slowly as if they were brighter than the stars.

Quinn pulled the blanket up to cover her bare, white shoulders that were exposed to the air.

"I was just thinking, shouldn't you go home?"

The darkness at the academy meant that a night had passed outside, and Xia Dai'er's family must be frantically searching for her.

“You’ve become a delinquent.” She leaned her head against Quinn’s chest and said with dissatisfaction, “Are you trying to get rid of me?”

Quinn grinned wickedly, his intentions obvious, which frightened the girl so much that she rolled up the blanket and shrank to the other side of the bed.

"I'm sorry," Xia Dai'er said pitifully, "It still hurts so much, and it's swollen."

"Oh, what do you want to eat?"

Quinn got out of bed, put on his pants, and then put on a shirt, leaving his muscular upper body exposed.

Xia Dai rolled over again, covering the red floral pattern that had been visible on the sheets after Quinn left, and said happily, "I'll eat whatever you eat."

The girl's voice was sweet and gentle, but he just smiled and walked towards the living room without turning back.

Although they had made ample preparations last night, it was still her first time, so it wasn't exactly a pleasant experience—at least not for Xia Dai'er. Quinn knew she was in pain and wanted to finish quickly, but the stamina of a superhuman was beyond imagination. As a result, Xia Dai'er was in so much pain that her eyes were filled with tears. After holding her for a while, they fell asleep.

Quinn picked up the telephone on the table, dialed the cafeteria, ordered two breakfasts, opened the window, and waited for a while but Ankuya's Natural Wind Familiar did not appear. Could it be that he did not come last night?

While waiting for the cafeteria to deliver the food, Quinn picked up the box that the school administration had sent from the table, and channeled a wisp of mental energy into the Grindelwald school emblem on the top of the box. The box then silently opened, splitting into four petals like flower petals, revealing the items inside.

The first thing to be found was a short, stick-shaped object wrapped tightly in oiled paper. A thin rope emitting a faint white light tied the oiled paper with a knot, and a note written by He Mo was attached to it.

'Some preparations are needed before opening. Take off your clothes and clear all items within a three-meter radius, especially ensuring there are no dangerous weapons or weapons with mysterious properties.'

"This is a dagger. Use the hammer given to you to strike the middle of the dagger—remember, do not strike the blade. Once the dagger shatters, its extraordinary properties will be released and absorbed within five minutes."

'After absorption, return the hammer to the school administration office via the fireplace.'

Quinn's eyes lit up, and sure enough, he saw the hammer pressed beneath the dagger wrapped in oil paper.

The hammer was square, engraved with intricate patterns, and its wooden handle reminded him of Thor's hammer from Marvel.

This process looks like it was produced by the college's research and development department.

Inside the box was a letter and a thick stack of documents.

Quinn first picked up the letter, and sure enough, it was the potion recipe from the thief Sequence Six [The Assassin].

"Main materials: one tailbone of an adult Lockblade Wyvern, one Divine Skin Swaddling Cloth, and one soul of an ancient Death Wraith."

"Supporting materials: 65 ml of blood from a mimicking lizard, 30 g of burial soil from an unexcavated ancient tomb, 30 g of bark from a man-eating tree, and one eyeball from a fugitive who escaped execution."

"The ritual is not mandatory; it is recommended that the potion be prepared and consumed in a secluded place where no one is present."

After he finished reading the contents of the letter in a low voice, a flame suddenly ignited and burned the letter to ashes.

Quinn frowned. What was all this?
Quinn had heard of the Chainblade Wyvern, a magical creature at the top of the food chain in the desert and hilly regions of the Western Continent. Pure-blooded dragons no longer exist in the wild in the world today, so the fact that it is called a "Wyvern" speaks volumes about its ferocity. Hunting Chainblade Wyverns in the Adventurers' Guild is at least a Platinum-level team quest or a Diamond-level individual quest. It is a top-tier predator that is dangerous even for mid-sequence combat classes to encounter alone.

While the materials for the Chainblade Wyvern can be bought, the soul of the Ancient Death Wraith is impossible to acquire. Apart from the Death Birth Cult, almost no one has the means to preserve the soul. It can only be killed and made on the spot. There are probably only a few evil spirits of this level in the whole world throughout the year. You need to start with a cult that specializes in exorcism, and you still have to rely on luck.

As for the divine skin swaddling clothes, he had never even heard of them.

Compared to the main material, the alternative auxiliary materials aren't too hard to find. The man-eating tree can be found within the academy grounds. The "unexcavated ancient tomb" is a bit more troublesome; perhaps you could ask the history department if they have any archaeology projects.
After organizing his thoughts, Quinn looked at the last folder.

The seal read 'Grindelwald Research and Development Department' in old-fashioned penmanship.

Is this the "research project" that Hermes was talking about?
He tore open the seal, took out the file, and was greeted by a line of obscure and difficult-to-understand title—

[Regarding the conceptual construction of the ultimate general-purpose humanoid decisive weapon—a magical research that materializes and assimilates the barriers between people, codenamed 'AT Field']

"Holy crap, Temurian script can be arranged and combined like this? What the hell, is this some kind of Evangelion?"

The "AT" is clearly the English word for Earth, and the pronunciation is thoughtfully marked with Temürlan syllables below. "Standpoint" is in Temürlan. Quinn had seen "EVA" before, so he understood what it meant.

Wall of the heart?
Without a doubt, this research is 100% related to the hero, left behind by Merlin?
What are you doing with this thing in another world? Trying to pilot Unit-01?

Before I could take a closer look, the fireplace burst into flames, and two servings of curry rice appeared on a tray inside.

The curry at Grindelwald's canteen is his most frequently ordered dish. It has a Japanese-style salty and milky flavor, and most importantly, the main ingredient in this curry is beef, not some random alien creature. In Grindelwald, there aren't many proper meat options besides junk food.

The only drawback is the rice. Rice is not the main crop in the South Continent. It is long and thin like Indian basmati rice, but it has a high starch content and becomes sticky after cooking, which is not suitable for curry.

From a taste perspective, curry is more suitable to be paired with bread, but he is not picky about food, and he is already glad to have rice to eat.

He brought the food into the room, and Xia Dai'er remained nestled in bed, gazing at him with her big, watery eyes.

"Shall I bring in another stool for you?"

I don't want to get out of bed.

"Eat your food while it's hot!"

"My legs hurt so much, I feel like I can't walk."

"That can't be that exaggerated, can it?"

"Bad guy."

"It won't get out unless it's intense, okay? Stop looking at me like that, or I'll jump out the window. I'll feed you, I'll feed you."

So the girl, like a baby in a stroller, opened her mouth and waited for him to feed her. Quinn would occasionally take a bite himself, and seeing him use a spoon without any hesitation, the girl would show a happy smile like that of a newlywed wife.

"Is it night or day?" she asked.

"It's nighttime at the academy, but daytime outside. July 2nd. Time is reversed."

"Wow, amazing! How did you do that? This beef smells so good."

"The spatial dimensions are different, so I don't know the principles behind it. Spatial magic is like advanced mathematics developed by a psychiatrist."

"How am I supposed to get back?"

"I'll take you. You can sleep a little longer if you want, you can stay until tomorrow morning, it's still holiday time at the college. But your family will be worried, won't they?"

"Kathrine must be frantic with worry, but my mom and brother might not be so worried. They're probably too busy to pay attention to me today."

"Then I'll take you home after we finish eating."

"Hey, I want to stay a little longer."

“Although I would love to,” Quinn said regretfully, “it’s probably not feasible to take you sightseeing around the academy. School rules are one issue, but more importantly, this place is too dangerous.” “I don’t want to go sightseeing,” Chaldale paused, looking at him expectantly. “I just want to see you work.”

"Heh, it won't be what you think. I'm not some magical arcane mage, just a teaching assistant who cleans up people's messes, writes late apologies, and corrects assignments and stuff like that."

"Want to see it?"

"Let's finish eating first."

"Actually, that's enough. I'm almost full."

"Are you full already?"

"I'm not a pig. One croissant is enough for breakfast most of the time. Eating too much will make me fat. Don't believe me? Feel it!"

The sinful hand then reached into the blanket.

"laugh"

Although her face was slightly flushed, she did not stop Quinn. After last night, such things felt natural. Quinn's judgment was correct; the girl's body was indeed very sensitive, and the feel changed noticeably after a simple kneading.

The well-mannered young woman overcame countless obstacles to finally find love. Although she was willing to set aside her upbringing and reserve, becoming exceptionally obedient to Quinn, she was still inexperienced and couldn't withstand too much teasing. Feeling his large hand moving downwards, she blushed and pushed him away, saying, "No, it really hurts."

Quinn hadn't meant it that way. He was past the age of youthful vigor; while he still had desires, he could control them. He was just teasing his girlfriend, so he casually withdrew his hand. Little did he know that this scene was witnessed by the perceptive Xia Dai'er, who stammered, "Next time, okay? I heard it's much better the second time."

She bit her lower lip and tugged at Quinn's arm: "But if you really want to."

Immediately, she slightly vacated her seat.

"Just kidding." Quinn took her hand, his expression slightly more serious. "You need to take your medicine."

He knows that saying that makes him a jerk, but not saying it makes him even more of a jerk.

Quinn was certainly willing to raise the child. In his eyes, Chaldale was a perfect wife candidate with almost no flaws except for her young age. If she became pregnant, she would give birth to the child, and he would take full responsibility.

But all of this is on the premise that this is not another world, but a safe Earth where there is no demon king behind him.

Allowing Xia Dai'er to get pregnant under the current circumstances would be the greatest irresponsibility.

He knew this beforehand and knew what to do, but the girl seemed to have some strange obsession with the first time, insisting on not having it done outside the body, and in the end, it was Quinn's turn to have a headache.

"Hmm, it should be fine."

"You're not allowed to do that anymore. You have to listen to me."

"How domineering!"

“I’m from Shadong, you have to listen to me.”

"Master, mistress?" Xia Dai'er first said this with a humble and obedient expression like a maid, then quickly couldn't help but laugh.

"There's no need to exaggerate like that."

"Quinn."

"Ok?"

Do you have a nickname?

Quinn lowered his eyes and remained silent for a moment.

"Just Quinn Quinn is fine."

"Oh, that's it."

She covered her head with the blanket, as if she was too shy to look at him about what she was about to say.

"Baby, baby, baby—I need to go to the toilet."

"Pfft, hahahahaha!"

Quinn shook his head and laughed for a while before finally lifting her off the bed in a princess carry.

"It feels awkward, I might as well call him master."

Then she received a light, painless bite on her shoulder, and with her head buried in her hands, she complained, "You were the one who called me first, saying something like 'Baby, I want it.'"

That word was too vulgar for the young lady to utter.

Quinn didn't seem to care, and continued humming a song: "—I want to go to the toilet by myself~ Mom and Dad, don't underestimate me~ Baby Bus taught me the secret to going to the toilet."

After taking a bath, time passed peacefully and warmly until 10 p.m. Quinn, wrapped in a bath towel, went to the window, drew the curtains for the sleeping girl, and extinguished the candles.

Yesterday was a long and tiring day for her. All the sadness, despair, confusion, and happiness transformed into the gentle, undulating rhythm of her breath as she drifted off to sleep.

After using the toilet, they took a rather late shower together. Although Quinn had sung "You can't eat while using the toilet," the girl was still very unruly and squatted down to imitate him, giving up her second first time in the steam.

Quinn knew that Chaldale was doing this because she was afraid he would overthink things and cared about her own feelings. He didn't know whether to call it love or self-sacrifice, but in Quinn's mind, it all turned into a delicate warmth.

He took one last look at Xia Dai'er's sleeping face at the door before closing it.

This was a very unfamiliar feeling, and it even made him feel somewhat apprehensive.

While doubting 'can someone like me really have all this,' I also felt an unprecedented sense of relief.

Quinn wasn't sure if this feeling was liking, love, or the satisfaction of sexual release, but he was certain that he was feeling happy at that moment.

The joy was so great that one could temporarily ignore the Demon King, let go of the burdens of the past, and even find it easier to think about the future.

He knew this was wrong, but at that moment, the image of another girl was on his mind.

Even Amamiya Nene flashed by.

This was the part of his life that caused him the most inner conflict and hesitation regarding Xia Dai'er: whether to choose to be that beastly emotional conman or to choose to reject her in a way that was worse than a beast.
But he doesn't think that way anymore.

Since we're not in the same place, we'll just have to take it one step at a time and see how things go.

He was confident that he could handle everything.

"Is this what Hermes meant by 'unfettered mind'?" Quinn was somewhat amused and exasperated. Did unfettered mind mean abandoning morality and becoming a beast?
Then, he looked at the oil paper package on the table.

The so-called future, emotions, freedom—everything is built on the foundation of strength.

Quinn didn't hesitate any longer and tore open the knot in the oil paper package. The moment the thin rope broke, it lost its luster.

As Hermes had instructed, Quinn cleared a space five meters in diameter in the living room. He removed his towel, walked naked to the center of the space carrying the oil paper, and then began to unravel the layers of oil paper—

A jet-black dagger appeared before him.

(End of this chapter)