novelraw Chapter 123: Sudden Change
Chapter 123: Sudden Change
Having just relieved the pain of magic power being drained dry a bit, Fisher lying on his own office chair unexpectedly suddenly realized a matter. If the soul possessed [Split Independence], then this also implied every segment of soul split out retained extremely deep connections with its own main body, under the prerequisite that the split off individual still maintained extremely complete vitality.
Carefully recalling back, didn't Renee's Harte Birds adhere to precisely this kind of characteristic?
Every single lark was the split product of her soul. Although detaching from her, it also ought to according to its nature retain very deep connections. That was to say, those Harte Birds to a certain degree actually exactly equalled Renee herself!
Then previously when she said she possessed no connection with Harte Birds, and couldn't look at his perspective through Harte Birds, wasn't that precisely lying to him?
Furthermore, continuing pondering according to this line of thought, then her being the [Undying Witch] became highly possible.
Leaving aside for now whether she possessed the terrifying self-healing abilities previously seen on Caro's body, even if her main body could die, those Harte Birds would also re-grow into her complete soul; didn't this equate to resurrection in a certain sense?
Fisher silently completely viewed this fellow Renee as the Undying Witch. But this time, he didn't again tell Harte Birds to go notify Renee to return. Exactly as he said previously, Renee being the Witch Fisher wanted to look for was best. So long as she was currently still by his side, then Fisher could also set his heart at ease.
Moreover with Renee's personality, although she didn't quite like humans, it also absolutely couldn't be called hate. Unalike situations like Raphaela having been tortured by humans and her homeland having been invaded by humans, Renee had always hidden within human society; she also shouldn't possess such deep hatred toward humans, otherwise he himself wouldn't have possessed the opportunity of interacting with Renee for that long.
But whatever was fine, Fisher temporarily also didn't plan to reveal the matter of him knowing her true identity towards Renee; he even wanted to pretend he completely didn't know, cancelling his suspicions towards her, and wait until she relaxed her vigilance before catching that bad witch red-handed.
As Fisher thought and thought, his head began to ache again. Thus he had no choice but to temporarily abandon pondering, open up the doors and windows of the office, and head out to enjoy dinner.Within the campus's dining hall, students moved to and fro, conversing with each other. Fisher calmly passed through from within, accidentally hearing quite a few students currently conversing regarding the matter of Schwari visiting Naris.
Later on when going to the dining hall to dine he only then knew: so it turns out the Golden Palace had already issued announcements. Not a few days later Schwari's academic visiting delegation was about to come visit Saint-Nazareth; the target was precisely Professor Fisher Benavides of Saint-Nazareth University and his Soul Theory of Magic.
Having just taken a seat, Fisher then sensed quite a few fervent lines of sight looking toward himself. There were even people whispering privately,
"Look, that is exactly Professor Fisher."
"So young ah, can I write letters to the Professor? I have extremely rarely seen a gentleman this fitting to my appetite."
"You go ask Her Highness Elizabeth right..."
The female students of the university had completely reached adulthood. In the atmosphere of romance they were not comparable to those still green and inexperienced young girls. Quite a few of them had already more or less received the edification of families and also the social climate of Saint-Nazareth, yearning for free and pure love. The current limelight of free love was thriving and prosperous; any "age factors" parents warned their sons and daughters of would entirely be viewed as "pedantic" by them.
Exactly like what was spoken within the poem verses Ms. Laofang wrote,
"People have disparities in age, but love however does not."
Therefore many wealthy merchants then openly and aboveboard kept quite a few young females as mistresses; even if they already had families, they could still freely declare outwards the preciousness of love.
One could only say Laofang's idealistic notions indeed were somewhat overly romantic. Fisher wasn't interested toward this, but he indeed was considered quite young amidst the Nazarene gentlemen; comparing against these students they also merely possessed a disparity around seven to eight years. Both young and also possessing talent, he merely lacked a bit of economic foundation, otherwise I'm afraid even Elizabeth wouldn't be able to stop the passionate ladies of Saint-Nazareth.
"Teacher Fisher!"
Right when Fisher was dining, a young girl carrying a dining tray uninvitedly sat before him. Fisher raised his head to look. Only seeing a black-haired Milika carrying a smile giving him a greeting.
"Milika, where are Jasmine and Her Highness Isabel?"
The three of them were basically inseparable as body and shadow for an entire day; right now however he didn't see those two ladies.
Milika cast a glance at the sky colors outside, saying,
"They still have other activities to do at night, so I came over first to eat dinner. Hadn't expected I would unexpectedly bump into Teacher Fisher here."
Fisher, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, let her be seated, subsequently recalling her family's situation,
"How is your father's situation? Is he still having a headache because of you?"
"How so! I've already been a young woman since long ago, I'm not the child crying when unable to write out mathematical problems previously anymore!"
"...Perhaps right."
The moment she spoke of herself already being a "young woman", Milika's small face uncontrollably reddened a bit.
She puffed up her cheeks, seemingly recalling when Fisher first acted as her home tutor, because she didn't know how to write mathematical problems, she cried and went to find her father wanting him to change home tutors. But that Archbishop of the Church, even if doting on his daughter further, was also rebutted speechless by a few sentences of Fisher. He moreover realized the importance of educating his daughter, and then for the very first time ignored his daughter's requests, having her continue studying mathematics.
Although ultimately she didn't walk onto the path of researching science, but it had to be said that period of strict teaching was exceedingly helpful towards her. At least it didn't let her continue the arrogant pampering of the rebellious phase. Otherwise she also wouldn't have been able to pass exams getting into this Saint-Nazareth University.
Many matters within life were just like this. Appearing to have expended effort doing futile work, but it would always feed back into you in certain places, letting you unknowingly become different from before.
"Recently father is currently busy with the matters of Volunteer Teaching. Many past professors of the Royal Academy are all advanced in years and unable to maintain Volunteer Teaching work anymore. And many of the young professors are unwilling to go participate in Volunteer Teaching. He has had such a headache recently; many professors of our university are also unwilling to sign up."
This kind of matter like Volunteer Teaching, although there was money to take, but after all it was a public-welfare type of matter. To want to obtain generous remuneration was basically impossible. The older generation of scholars possessed the mindsets of sacrificing for Nazarene society; the young generation nevertheless not necessarily. Looking at those researchers of the Royal Academy one roughly knew their piss-poor natures.
Waiting until the bodies of those older generation professors grew increasingly worse, I'm afraid traditional Volunteer Teaching activities ought to disappear as well.
"I signed up this time, also considered as making a tiny meager contribution. If my memory serves me right, traditional literature is the focal subject of Volunteer Teaching; compared to other subjects the people participating in classes are the most. Did Ms. Laofang of our university go?"
Speaking of this, Milika indignantly puckered her lips. Somewhat infuriatedly biting the beef within the plate she said,
"Hmph, I thought about helping father a bit. I still specially wrote letters inviting Professor Laofang to go participate in Volunteer Teaching. As a result she fundamentally gave me no replies! I wrote two or three letters, and only then did she pretend as if not having seen my letters previously, saying she herself hasn't had time recently! Conversely I see her being exceedingly idle, going to the Healing House to recuperate every single week!"
Having just finished speaking, Milika became aware the voice of her own words was perhaps too loud. After all Laofang was still a professor of Saint-Nazareth University, and she herself was still her student; if by chance it was known by her, her own curriculums would have no good fruits to eat.
"The vocabulary of you young people truly is increasingly becoming abundant. So, what is the Healing House again?"
"Hmph hmph, spoken as if Teacher Fisher is very old... However also only the ladies of Saint-Nazareth know that place right. Many madams and wives all like going to that location to recuperate. I heard there are secret recipes from the Southern Continent there, able to let ladies' skin turn fairer and smoother, and can also repair scars and wrinkles..."
Fisher thought for a bit. It was roughly almost equal to a beauty service establishment. Previously Saint-Nazareth possessed instances of this kind of place, however that place utilized magic to carry out services; as a result because the prices were too expensive and service effects were bad, they couldn't continue doing it and went bankrupt.
Now however a brand new one had newly appeared.
"Many female students of our university have all been there. The effects might truly be not bad. A schoolmate in my year went once, and the freckles on her face were entirely eliminated. Now she exceptionally treasures her face."
"Like so."
Regarding the beauty-loving hearts of females, Fisher didn't do much evaluation. Right within this time period of enjoying dinner and chatting idly, time passed considered rather pleasantly. However she evidently knew the matter of him appointing Jasmine as a student teaching assistant; she was crazily hinting at Fisher asking whether he needed a student teaching assistant running errands outside of classrooms.
Although her studying abilities didn't make the cut, but regarding matters of serving tea and pouring coffee she was still very adept at.
Fisher smilingly shook his head, yet within the corner of his eye caught a glimpse of his own Walking Stick leaning nearby suddenly emitting dotted rays of light. That light shone out white-colored radiance, proving the magic Fisher set up in a certain place was at this very moment triggered by people.
This magic was set up in Fisher's own laboratory, used to prevent Eliog from being discovered by others. If she herself walked out of the laboratory or people outside barged in, this magic would all light up.
He cast a glance at the direction of his own laboratory. Wrinkling his eyebrows he immediately stood his body up,
"I've eaten well, taking my leave first."
"Eh eh?"
Milika looked at Fisher carrying the Walking Stick and hat hurriedly running out of the dining hall, only taking it as him suddenly thinking of some important and urgent matters; she had no choice but to curl her lips and helplessly continue enjoying dinner.
Fisher didn't leave from the main door, flipping through a window from his own office again. Now regarding methods of skipping school he was even more well-versed than those students.
Within the suburban wilderness outside the campus, he sprinted all the way wildly. Following the direction of the setting sun, he very quickly arrived at the doorway of his own laboratory. Exactly as the Walking Stick prompted like that, the door leaves of the laboratory were wide open. He walked inside the room, yet didn't see the figure of that Demon Girl who had been sleeping all along.
"Eliog?"
He wrinkled his eyebrows, shouting out a sound. Yet no one responded to him.
"Boom!"
Right when he opened his mouth, from the distance suddenly transmitted a massive booming sound, making Fisher hurriedly look toward the even more distant suburban wilderness outside the laboratory.