A brave man may not live, but he cannot die

Chapter 208 Celia's Day (Part 1)
"Demonology——"

"What kind of research is it?"

Among Grindelwald's eccentric teachers, the monster studies teacher, Kelten, is a relatively niche one.

He was probably Black; no one could quite describe his skin color. They could only vaguely discern the Western Continent people from his large nose and accent. Fluorescent green paint covered his skin, supposedly to make this old man, dressed in animal skins, wearing deer antlers, and with a protruding belly like a primitive man, be recognized as one of their own by magical beasts.

"who knows?"

His gaze swept over the first-graders, finally picking on the one who seemed most afraid of him—

"Miss Celia, could you please answer this?"

Celia stood up stiffly like a javelin. A soft voice came from behind her. Upon hearing this voice, the girl's pretty face immediately turned displeased, and even her fear of Mr. Cortian lessened a bit. She knew the hint might be correct, but she didn't want that guy to mistakenly think that she had accepted his kindness.

“Researching...monsters?” Celia gave a somewhat uncertain answer.

The first-year students who were attending the class didn't look at her. It was already mid-July, and Celia was already known in her classmates' minds as "a very pretty older sister, but her intelligence is a bit of a pity." She rarely answered correctly when called on in class.

“Warcraft?” Cole raised an eyebrow, then decisively gestured for her to sit down. “Wrong.”

"Monster studies, from an academic perspective, is a discipline that studies how to kill monsters."

"Now, let's imagine... a goblin—"

Cole waved his wand, and chalk floated up, making a pleasant scraping sound as it struck the blackboard. Moments later, a lifelike, long-nosed monster appeared before everyone.

"Can anyone tell me about the habits of goblins?"

Seeing someone raise their hand, Coletian nodded and said, "Mr. Seven, please speak."

Seven stood up confidently and declared, "I like rough women—"

"sit down."

Cole sighed, muttering, "What kind of idiots are in the divination class?" He then tapped the blackboard as he corrected them, "Don't believe those bards' ghost stories. They capture human women to lure more people to rescue them."

"They capture people for only one purpose—to eat them."

"But we can find some commonalities among monsters in goblins. They are lazy, greedy, cunning, and have all sorts of desires. This is a significant difference between magical creatures and monsters. Except for a few highly intelligent individuals, magical creatures mostly only have 'habits,' while in monsters, even the lowest-ranking goblins, we can find points that are similar to 'humanity.'"

The bell rang, signaling the end of get out of class. The first-grade students, already adept at riding flying brooms, all boarded their brooms and took off. Even a seven-year-old girl could fly steadily out of the window.

Grindelwald Castle is so big that time is precious there, and few people choose to walk back after school.

Except for Celia.

And Allison following behind her.

Celia wasn't very skilled at riding the broom yet, and she was also a little afraid of heights, so she didn't fly.

Allison doesn't fly because she doesn't fly.

“Celia—why didn’t you answer according to my instructions? Mr. Kertien is very strict; he might deduct your credits.”

Celia hugged her books and walked forward with her head down, completely ignoring him.

"Celia, Celia!"

Allison lunged forward, trying to block the way, but Celia easily circled around her. "Okay, I apologize again—I've apologized so many times already, can you forgive me? Can I go to your house to apologize to your uncle and brother?"

Celia stopped in her tracks, her long white-stockinged legs clicking crisply on the ground in her loafers.

"Celia"

“—Classmate.” Celia coldly corrected, “First of all, we’re not close enough to call each other by our first names.”

"Alright," Allison had no choice but to change his address, "Celia-san."

Before he could finish speaking, Celia interrupted him: "Secondly, please stop bothering me, Allison."

"I"

"Third, I will not forgive you. You have already affected the people I care about very much."

After saying that, the girl continued walking briskly forward.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry—I acted impulsively and hit your father. I didn't know you two were so close."

"more than."

"Your brother? By the sun above, I swear to the source, I've regretted this for the past two weeks. I shouldn't have clashed with your brother. What do you want from me to forgive me?"

Celia pouted her little mouth.

more than.

But she didn't say it.

It wasn't entirely Allison's fault that his father was punched, but what angered Celia the most was his provocation of Quinn, which was like a declaration of war.

I still have time to stay at this college.
There are less than six months left.

Celia didn't want Mr. Quinn to deliberately distance himself from her because of this inexplicable suitor.

That strange dream continues.

The world in her dreams was wonderful; she felt that perhaps that was the life she had lost.

That was a true princess's house—free, happy, and brimming with confidence. It was a beautiful house with a walk-in closet, bathtub, toilet, sunroom, and courtyard. The skyscraper belonged to her father's company. She attended a similarly large school, but unlike Grindelwald, she didn't need to worry about her studies because her life was so perfect that even a random stroke of genius would earn her a perfect score.
She and Quinn entered their final year of high school.

What is impossible in the real world is about to happen in her dreams: she can graduate with Quinn, and not as a teacher and student who need to maintain a constant distance.
Just last night, she dreamed about the group photo session before graduation.

She was dressed in a beautiful dress and listened to a touching lecture with her parents, who couldn't remember what she looked like after waking up. But she still secretly slipped away, letting her younger brother take her place, while she and Quinn walked to the end of the playground, where spring flowers were floating.

Thinking about what Quinn had done to her, the girl shook her head, trying to suppress her restless feelings. In her dream, they were lovers, but in reality, they weren't; she couldn't let her mind wander.

Although they are not a couple in real life.

But the two still meet at a fixed time every day. Mr. Quinn, who plays the piano, is much more handsome than the boy in my dream.

As the door to the divination department office drew closer, the girl couldn't help but smile, and the dimly lit corridor seemed to brighten up a bit because of her.

(End of this chapter)