Cultivators at the Wizarding Academy

Chapter 90 Be Serious

A sky devoid of sunlight.

The burly guards stood in rows under the eaves of the wall, clad in heavy armor and wielding spears and round shields, exuding an imposing aura.

Amidst the snow, the Snow Maiden frolics with a group of icy spirits. The fountain in the square has frozen solid, and the locust trees along the roadside are covered in silver.

On the stone tablet at the base of the tower, there is a line of bright red text: Hegel Wizarding Branch, established in the year 3794 of the Pioneer Era, 677 years ago.

"When did you awaken your spellcasting ability?" Taian looked to his side.

"I don't know either, it seems like I went through something terrible." A look of pain flashed across Liadrin's face, and she frowned deeply.

The images that flashed before her eyes were all of wind blades slicing through her body. Limbs and fragments flew everywhere, and she laughed as she bathed in the rain of blood.

The high heels walked through the pool of blood, making a rhythmic clicking sound, like nails being hammered deep into the mind.

Never stop…

"If you can't remember, then don't think about it..."

Everyone has their own past that they don't want to revisit; there's no need to dig into it.

Taian speculated that Liadrin's awakening was likely due to a psychological trauma.

Afterwards, out of self-protection, I selectively forgot...

"I'll remember," Liadrin murmured to herself, a familiar voice echoing in her mind.

"You're tired, take a rest..."

Tai'an was completely unaware that the expressions and demeanor of those nearby were undergoing subtle changes.

The naivety and confusion in the eyes of the innocent girl disappeared, and a barely perceptible smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"I really admire you! You managed to catch a big fish by being persistent and persistent."

"Such a powerful and perfect member of the opposite sex, just being near him makes my whole body tremble uncontrollably..."

"Tch, what a lucky guy."

Liadrin's true awakening memories.

To deal with the hypocritical nobles and to protect herself, she was forced to wear multiple masks. Over time, her personality and spirit fractured. This ultimately broke free from the constraints of her physical body, leading to her awakening.

Positive personality: A naive and innocent fantasy about the beauty of the world.

Negative personality: The determination to preserve oneself at all costs.

……

"You can't use your name anymore, just keep calling me Leah." As they approached their house, Tai'an suddenly had a thought.

"Please call me Delin." The blonde girl smiled brightly.

What's the difference? Tai'an was puzzled, but he was too lazy to ask. Delin it is.

"Miss Delin..."

"Don't be so formal, Master."

"Be serious!"

In the dormitory courtyard, Aglaia got up early to practice her swordplay. Her bamboo sword flashed in the air, her pretty face covered in fine beads of sweat. The peak of her illness had passed, but she hadn't fully recovered. Seeing Tai'an approaching from afar, she quickly stopped and waved.

"Young Master Tai'an!"

Good morning, Aglaia.

In the kitchen, Mussophie, who was preparing breakfast, hurriedly came out to greet him. "Young Master, what would you like for breakfast?"

"Noodles, please!" Tai'an walked into the courtyard and introduced the blonde girl beside him to the two. "This is Miss Delin, the spellcaster I recruited!"

"Excellent, young master! We must hold a banquet to celebrate today." Mussofi knew the rarity and importance of spellcasters.

"There's no need to make a big fuss. Just keep it to us insiders. Miss Delin's identity is a bit sensitive."

Taian left it at that, not mentioning too much, and led Liadrin into the living room. In a relatively enclosed space, a person's scent would be very noticeable.

Taian immediately sensed something was wrong and quietly put the Tier 0 Magic Dustless Robe on Liadrin.

However, it was still a step too late.

Aglaia noticed something amiss, her expression subtly changing: "Miss Delin smells of the young master..."

The panda-man, with his keen sense of smell, detected the odor from afar and thought to himself, shaking his head, "Another mistress?"

Tai'an felt sticky and uncomfortable all over. Thinking about the scene of the two of them being torn apart like glue, although he said he didn't care on the surface, he was actually still a little uncomfortable inside.

People with privileged living conditions are more or less obsessed with cleanliness, and he was no exception, except that his object of affection was the goddess-like figure and appearance of Liadrin.

She has skin as smooth as cream, a sweet and alluring fragrance, and a slender figure with a proudly full bust.

"Anyway, go take a shower first..."

Tai'an went upstairs to the bedroom, opened the wardrobe, found a change of clothes, and looked back: "You need to wash too?"

"Let's go together, it'll save some water!" Liadrin said with a charming smile.

"We don't have any change of clothes for you right now, but I'll go out and buy some for you later."

The young boy is completely oblivious to romance and ignores the charm of the young girl.

Liadrin felt a little discouraged. She was still just a child, no wonder she was unmoved.

How long do I have to wait?!

The bathroom was filled with steam, and the showerhead gurgled softly. The comfortable water temperature relieved the fatigue in Tai'an, who couldn't help but let out a sigh of contentment.

The entire dormitory building currently only has one bathroom, with everyone sharing a single showerhead. There isn't even a bathtub, so there's no need to conserve water by sharing a shower.

Through a glass partition, Liadlin was washing her undergarments. She first soaked them thoroughly in water, then sprinkled on some laundry detergent and rubbed them repeatedly. Her movements were a little clumsy, but her method was entirely correct.

She also knew that her expensive dress couldn't be washed casually, so she simply hung it on a shelf to the side.

After washing the clothes, you can immediately change into them using the level 0 magic "Moisture Removal".

The glass entryway door opened, and Tai An, having changed into clean undershirts, glanced at Liadrin's thin back.

"Would you like me to wash your clothes too?"

Be careful not to catch a cold.

Apart from the living room, none of the rooms had been fitted with constant-temperature inscription arrays. Taian was thinking of buying a batch of inscription plates from the Spellcasters' Guild when he had time to renovate the dormitories. Also, more pressing than anything else was Liadrin's accommodation problem.

"Aglaia!"

"Yes!" The tea-haired girl who was eating steamed buns in the living room stopped what she was doing and stood up straight.

"From now on, Miss Delin will share a room with you. If you feel uncomfortable, please let me know now."

"I have no objection. It's so cold sleeping alone at night. It would be so much better to have someone with me..."

Taian gestured for Aglaia to sit down, then suddenly remembered how, when they spent the winter in the North, Taiya would always hold him tightly to keep warm, even with the constant-temperature inscription array. Several times, he almost suffocated.

Fortunately, he later comprehended the method of internal breathing.

"Young Master, your noodles!" Mussofi carried a tray with two steaming bowls of noodles on the table.

The soup is topped with red tomatoes, green vegetables, and sliced ​​beef, garnished with a boiled quail egg, and served with a small amount of noodles. It's a well-balanced meal with both meat and vegetables, making it quite nutritious.

Tai'an picked up his chopsticks and began to enjoy his breakfast.

(End of this chapter)