People are at the border, but they become the incarnation of the sun

But the premise is that you can ensure your own safety.

Boom, boom, boom——

At this moment, a sudden knock on the door caught the attention of the two, and they subconsciously looked towards the door.

"It's so late, and someone is still looking for Teacher Se Lian?"

Reinhardt turned his head curiously and glanced at Teacher Serlian, but found that his delicate brows were slightly wrinkled. He looked a little disgusted, but seemed to know who the visitor was.

However, he still sat in the chair and had no intention of moving until the second knock on the door came.

dong dong dong-

This time, the sound was louder and more urgent, as if urging the person inside to open the door.

"Reinhardt, wait for me in the room. Don't come out."

After saying this, Se Lian slowly stood up, picked up the pyroxene stone glove and put it on, then walked to the door and opened it.

But before he could see who was outside, the door was closed tightly as Se Lian left.

However, at the moment the door closed, he seemed to see a corner of the hat flash by.

"Magic Professor?"

He would not mistake that style, a magic hat with a blue base and the trajectory of stars engraved on the brim.

But why would a magic professor serving the royal family of Kalia come to see Seren, a witch?

You know, although the witch is an outstanding female magician in the magic academy, she is at odds with the Kalia royal family like most people.

But now, in the middle of the night, a magic professor shows up looking for Teacher Seren...

He suddenly thought of a possibility.

"Could it be that old bastard Servis?"

The possibility is high.

Servis is one of the magic professors serving the royal family of Calia, but he has a disgusting habit -

He likes to make puppets, especially by having living people drink his special potion to turn them into puppets, erasing even the most basic consciousness without leaving any trace.

And as far as he knew, Teacher Serlian had indeed done something for Servais, but he had no idea what it was.

So, driven by curiosity and doubt, he slowly approached the door, gently put his ear to the door, and vaguely heard the conversation outside.

"...What do you want from me this time?"

Although the voice was vague, one could still hear the unconcealed disgust in Teacher Se Lian's voice.

"Oh, I didn't expect you to become so powerful after becoming a witch. How dare you treat me like this? Have you forgotten your identity, you filthy and lowly remnant of the Source School?"

"Or, do you want to let the people at the academy know that you're researching Origin Magic? If so, I don't mind doing it for you..."

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06. The Coercion of Servais

"Or, do you want to let the people at the academy know that you're researching Origin Magic? If so, I don't mind doing it for you..."

The voice that came out was full of arrogance, and a little frivolous, as if the other party had already been defeated.

It was that damn old bastard Servis.

He couldn't help but clench his fists slightly.

Judging from the voice, it was indeed Servais's voice, and even through the door he could hear the smug look on his face.

Not only did he want to defile Lani in the game and turn her into a puppet, but now he's threatening Teacher Seren...

If possible, he really wanted to go out and kill this bastard right now.

But unfortunately, it is not possible.

Let’s not talk about his strength for now. Although Servais is a professor of magic, he is just a puppet. His real body is hidden in the Kalia Castle.

But now he is not qualified in any way to go to Kalia Castle to find out the manipulator behind Servais, so he has to wait a little longer.

"Just wait, you damn puppet-control bastard."

Reinhardt has already put Servais on the kill list, and he must be killed no matter what.

"...What do you want from me?"

Se Lian nodded slightly, trying to keep his voice calm, but his fair and pretty face hidden under the hood also revealed a look of disgust and anger.

Like Reinhardt, she also wanted to kill this guy very much.

But she couldn't do it.

It’s not a matter of strength, but of status.

After all, Servais was not a magic apprentice, and the death of a magic professor for no reason would definitely lead to endless investigations by the Kalia royal family.

Moreover, this guy Servais always gave her a feeling that something was wrong.

She herself couldn't tell what was wrong.

However, despite Serlian's humble attitude, Servis continued to mock him, "Haha, I never thought that you, the magicians of the Source School, would have such a day."

"But never mind. Fortunately, you're still a useful tool. Just complete the tasks I assign you."

"I won't tell your secrets."

"...Are these star fragments again?" Se Lian slowly narrowed his eyes.

Ever since she was caught, Servais had been asking her to search for star fragments.

Although he has found a lot, this bastard is still not satisfied.

The so-called starlight fragments are the debris produced by the instantaneous passing of starlight, illusory fragments that emit blue light.

It is said that in the Eternal City in the past, it was a precious material used to make potions.

But she had no idea what kind of potion it was or what its effects were, as the records in the classics were very scarce.

"I never thought that a stone-head like you would have a chance to see the light one day.

That's right, I came to you to find the Star Fragments."

"...But you also know that there are only a few starlight fragments left near Lienia..." Se Lian's voice was somewhat helpless.

"What does that have to do with me? Seren, you only need to remember one thing—

Only by completing the task I assigned you can your identity as a remnant of the Source School be concealed from others."

"Think about it."

After saying this, Servais turned and left.

At this point, Reinhardt, who was eavesdropping on the door, heard the footsteps gradually moving away, and hurried back to the back of the room, trying his best not to bump into anything around him.

As he sat down, the door was pushed open again.

Se Lian walked into the room, raised her head and looked at him sitting at the table, then slowly walked to the table, took off her pyroxene stone set and put it aside.

Not a word was spoken during this process.

"...Lecturer Se Lian, what's wrong with you? You don't look well."

The faint light emitted by the pyroxene shone on Se Lian's fair face, making him look a little haggard.

The Source School or the Origin School was once the most proud school of the Magic Academy and also the most glorious moment. Even the Olivenis Classroom and the Razli Classroom were inextricably linked to the Origin School.

But now, it has become an absolute taboo in the academy, and even mentioning it is not allowed.

Master Luther and Master Azra, who were once highly respected in the academy, were expelled from the academy by Lena because of their research on the origin of pyroxene. They were even detained and strictly guarded.

Therefore, as a witch, she could only conduct research in secret and carefully in order to inherit her teacher's legacy. However, she did not expect that the bastard Servis would catch her...

"...It's okay, I may have to go out soon." Se Lian raised his head, held his forehead and thought for a moment, as if he had made a decision.

He casually closed the scroll on the table and put it aside, then took off a chain from his neck and handed it to him.

A key inlaid with pyroxene hangs in the place of the necklace pendant.

"I'll try to be back before your test, so I'll give you the key to the room.

You can read all the books here at will, but the innermost door is the only one you are not allowed to open without my permission, understand?"

Reinhardt looked down at the necklace in his hand, then looked up at Serlian, nodded subconsciously, and clenched the pyroxene key in his hand, still feeling the residual warmth on it.

The door that Seren mentioned was actually not far from the table, and it was made of metal.

It seems that this is where Teacher Seren studies the origin of magic.

"But is this really okay?"

He wanted to ask this, but didn't.

Just like when he was playing games, he didn't understand why Seren was so nice to him.

At first I thought it was just due to the game setting.

But now it seems that this is not the case. To put it in a more metaphysical way, it must be fate that brought them together?

"Haha, how is that possible? I'm not the destined protagonist..."

I secretly shook my head and sighed, putting this possibility out of my mind.

However, he was too lazy to dwell on the reason.

Perhaps it was Teacher Se Lian's passing interest? Or perhaps it was just a quirky talent of his own?

Anyway, it doesn’t matter which one it is or what the purpose is.

As long as the teacher is still the same teacher, that is enough.

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07. News about the Golden Tree Expeditionary Force

The next day, the golden tree slowly blossomed with light, dispelling the darkness at the border.

Reinhardt, who was sleeping on the table, seemed to feel that the light in the room had become a little brighter. He slowly got up and stretched heavily.

"Ahaha—you left really early, Teacher Seren."

He glanced around and found that Se Lian was no longer in the room. He didn't even know when he left.

Not only that, when I got up, I found a note left on the table with beautiful handwriting saying things like "Remember to lock the door when you go out" and "Clean the room when you have time."

"Good boy, you're treating me like a laborer." A bitter smile appeared on Reinhardt's lips.

Then he glanced at the piles of instruments and books around him, and the room that was so messy that it was difficult to describe it.

How do I clean this?

Give up, there's no hope.

So, he decisively crumpled the note into a ball and took it away, pretending he saw nothing.

...

Early morning, outside the magic academy.

Reinhardt strolled along the bluestone road, enjoying the slightly damp breeze blowing in his face and listening to the noise coming from the distant market.

The streets were bustling with people, like a busy market, and seemed a bit crowded.

But when they saw him coming, or rather saw the magician's robe he was wearing, passers-by made way for him.

"Look, it's a magic apprentice from the magic academy."

"I'm so envious... I'm going to try to get into the magic academy this year!"

"You? Come on, you can't even pass the entrance test. The noble pyroxene magic is not something that people like us can learn."

Such discussions were almost constant.

Anyone who saw him would look at him with respect and envy.