novelraw Chapter 109 : Chapter 109
Chapter 109 : Chapter 109
Volume 2
Chapter 33 : The Visit
After Mera left, the hospital room fell silent once more.
But Muen continued to stare blankly at the place where she had vanished, his eyes wide and round like a frog seeing a swan fly past the mouth of a well for the first time.
“What the hell—”
Only after a long while did he finally spit out those two words in a daze.
What had that powerhouse just said her name was?
Meradomir?
Which Me? Which Ra? Which Do? Which Mi? Which Er?
Could it be that Meradomir?
The Origin-rank Grand Magus from a thousand years ago, the one introduced at absurd length on the title page of the Fundamentals of Magic textbook, the one to whom a full third of the book’s theories were related?
The same name?
A coincidence?
No, no.
How could a top-tier powerhouse like that possibly share a name with someone else?
Which meant...
“This is no small matter. That powerhouse... is no ordinary powerhouse at all.”
Muen could not help feeling his mouth go dry.
Though he had inferred that it was Teacher Mera who had driven back the evil god, he had not seen it with his own eyes, so he had never truly grasped the full extent of her terrifying strength.
He had thought she was simply a somewhat more formidable Crowned One, one who had relied on the academy’s grand ritual to...
But now it seemed he had still been too naive. Relied on the grand ritual? She had probably created the grand ritual itself!
An Origin-rank Grand Magus from a thousand years ago!
What kind of concept was that?
People in this world were not like those in cultivation novels, casually living for a thousand or ten thousand years.
Before breaking through to the Crowned rank and becoming a Crowned One, before their very life level underwent sublimation, it was extremely difficult for people of this world to surpass the theoretical upper limit of one hundred and twenty years.
And even after becoming a Crowned One, one’s lifespan was generally only two or three hundred years. Among everyone Muen knew of from the original novel, the longest-lived was the Pontiff of the Life Church.
And even with the blessing of the Goddess of Life, he was only a little over four hundred years old.
Not even half of one thousand!
And the phrase “an Origin-rank Grand Magus from a thousand years ago” did not mean that she had only lived for a thousand years.
It meant that she had already been Origin-rank a thousand years ago!
As for her true age... it was unknown.
Because even on the title page of the textbook, there was not the slightest introduction to her life before she became a Grand Magus.
“A powerhouse like that wanted to take me as her disciple, and I was actually hesitating just now?”
Muen wished he could travel back ten minutes and immediately throw himself at Teacher Mera’s thigh.
A thigh that thick—if he could just cling to it, then unless an evil god personally descended, what else in the world could possibly threaten his life?
What did a mere Crowned One under the Love God amount to compared with the fair, tender thigh in his arms?
So what if the protagonist had countless cheat powers? So what if there was a young lady hidden inside her ring?
Even combined, could they reach the ankle of that thigh?
If he became Teacher Mera’s disciple, then as long as he did not go out of his way to court death, would he not be able to do whatever he pleased?
—But that was only in his imagination.
Because Muen quickly calmed down.
And then... a trace of fear surfaced in him.
That path, the path even Meradomir herself was not sure about—was it truly the correct choice for a blond villain like him, someone without even a protagonist halo, to step onto it so rashly?
“But... At this point, the only thing I can do is keep walking forward.”
Muen patted his face and forced himself to rally.
The black book’s prophetic dream was like a blade that kept drawing closer to his throat.
He had no idea when it would become reality and reap his life.
So he had to struggle.
Before Fate’s malice came for him again, he had to clutch at everything within reach and struggle with all his strength!
Even if the direction in which he was struggling forward might itself be the true hell.
...
...
“But... would someone please save me...”
Not even two minutes after pulling himself together, Muen wrapped himself in the blanket, rolled back and forth on the bed, and once more let out the mournful cry of a dying salted fish.
Because no matter how he thought about it, the condition Teacher Mera had set was simply far too harsh.
One month later, pass the Fundamentals of Magic exam!
One month to learn what others had spent a year and a month studying!
This was not like a university student going back to glance at elementary-school textbooks and understanding them after a casual look or two.
In magic, he was currently no more than an elementary-school student.
And not even a second-year one—at most a first-year.
Yet Teacher Mera wanted him, after only one month, to take a second-year exam and pass it!
It was simply asking the impossible.
But Muen also knew that Teacher Mera’s demand was entirely reasonable.
For something as profound as magic, a fool who scored three points on Fundamentals of Magic truly did not even possess the qualifications to begin.
“But it is still so hard! Is there not some way to obtain knowledge without studying? Ahhhhhhh!”
Twisting himself into an increasingly bizarre shape, Muen begged the heavens to send down an all-purpose Doraemon.
“So the contamination from the evil god really did damage your mind after all, Muen Campbell.”
A cool voice suddenly rang through the cramped hospital room.
“Uh.”
Muen’s wailing stopped instantly, as if someone had pressed a pause button.
Slowly, he poked his head out from the blanket, revealing a face with a faint flush on it, and looked toward that silver-white figure with an awkward smile.
“Se... Selicia, when did you get here?”
“Is that not allowed?”
Selicia was still wearing the red uniform of the student council, which made her snow-white skin look faintly rosy.
She placed the fruit she had brought on the cabinet by Muen’s bed, lifted a strand of her silver-white hair with one hand, and glanced at him from the corner of her eye.
“Or would you rather see a doctor right now?”
“No, no, no. There is nothing wrong with my mind, absolutely nothing.”
Muen shook his head vigorously, then sat upright from beneath the blanket.
He raised a hand to smooth out his rumpled hospital clothes, looking like some wretched employee tidying himself up before meeting a tyrannical company president.
“Is everything all right on the student council side? You should have been quite busy lately, should you not?”
“It has been manageable. Although this incident will have deep consequences, no student actually died during the chaos, so all the student council can really do is handle some of the subsequent miscellaneous matters. The ones truly overwhelmed these past few days are still the professors and the principal.”
Selicia sat down on that chair which had already been occupied by two beautiful women before her.
“Would you like an apple?”
Though she asked, an apple and a fruit knife were already in her hands.
So Muen could only weakly add a belated, “Yes.”
“How does your body feel?”
“I am completely recovered.”
“When are you returning to class?”
“The doctor said I can be discharged tomorrow.”
“And mentally?”
“My spirits are high, and my appetite is excellent.”
“...”
Selicia lowered her head and began peeling the apple. Her hand was steady, and so the peel came away in an even ribbon, sliding continuously down from her palm like a silk band.
After peeling the apple, she placed it on the fruit plate. Holding the fruit knife, she lightly touched the apple with its tip.
Muen only saw a flash of light so faint it was almost invisible, and the apple was neatly divided into eight equal pieces.
Then she carefully put a toothpick into each piece and held the plate out to Muen.
As expected of Selicia. Even peeling an apple was done with elegance.
Muen could not help praising her inwardly as he casually picked up a piece and popped it into his mouth.
It was sweet and delicious.
“By the way, nothing has happened at the academy lately, has it?”
Muen made quick work of one piece, then asked the question.
After all, he had been trapped in this hospital room for several days. The only information he could get from the outside world had been the occasional laughter of girls drifting in through the window.
Those professors and doctors all wore such stern faces that Muen had felt too embarrassed to ask them for gossip.
“Nothing has happened at the academy, naturally. Because the response was swift, the invasion by the evil god did not actually cause any substantial loss to the academy. Classes have basically already resumed.”
Selicia also picked up a piece of apple and took small, delicate bites from it.
Her crystal-like red lips opened and closed with graceful poise.
“But if you are asking what topic the students have been discussing most heatedly…”
“That would probably be the mysterious golden-haired beauty who vanished that night.”