Chapter 102 "Teacher Gary."

Edith felt a little dizzy. She covered her head with one hand and looked forward.

Shelly lowered his head, squatted down, gently raised one of her arms, held her wand and began to cast a spell. His hair covered his face, so Edith couldn't see his specific expression.

"Well, at the moment, apart from those in the association upstairs, there is no surveillance." Shelly gave a direct answer without asking Edith how she knew it.

Edith paused, suddenly not knowing how to respond.

She also lowered her eyes, quietly watching Shelly heal her wounds, vaguely recalling the time when they went to explore the ruins together.

She had no magic power, and she didn't bring many healing potions with her in order to carry less luggage. When she got injured, she could only wait for Shelly to help with treatment.

Apparently, she soon got tired of this state of begging others. Even though Shelly clearly stated, "I hope I can be of use to the teacher, please give me more orders," she still concealed her injury and did not report it. She only occasionally picked herbs on the road and crushed them with a handkerchief to apply to the wound.

Shelly didn't notice it at first, until one day they fell into a quagmire inhabited by unknown creatures and sank at a speed visible to the naked eye. Edith didn't think twice and decisively pushed Shelly, who was closer to the shore and easier to get up. The other person stumbled ashore, and without stopping, he took out his wand and cast a spell to pull the unconscious Edith out.

The wound that Edith had hidden well was discovered while she was being treated.

Shelly didn't lose his temper, but he looked unhappy for three days in a row. After that, he developed the habit of casting a healing spell on her every day regardless of whether she was injured or not, even if his magic power had been consumed to the limit that day.

Edith never expressed dissatisfaction with her lack of magical talent, but during that time she wished she could have the ability to protect herself.

So she redoubled her efforts, practicing swordsmanship to increase her attack power and refining medicine to make up for the difficulties in auxiliary aspects. However, she did not expect to die just as she achieved results.

...Damn it, so it seems that she hasn't tasted any sweetness after hard work. She has been working hard all the time. In her previous life, she was an apprentice in the association, and in this life, she is a student who is suffering terribly.

In the previous life, he was undergoing assessments from the association, and after reincarnation, he kept taking exams in the academy. In total, he studied in two different places for two lifetimes.

Edith was thinking, and Shirley was watching Edith.

Although he had vaguely guessed it before, when he brought it up to Bertram, the other party sincerely asked him to see a doctor - the feeling that the dead person was still around sounded like mental disorder caused by excessive grief.

In the end, even Shelly began to doubt himself. After all, before he came to Beaujolais College, he always felt that Edith was still in her apartment, and often mistook the slightest movement inside and outside the house for Edith to have returned. Of course, every time he opened the door with hope, he was greeted by loneliness.

Edith...they do have the same name, but there are many Ediths in the academy.

The other party might really just be here to deliver a message - after all, he was brought back for interrogation because of her match with Palmer. The other party probably knew something about Palmer and wanted to remind him.

He suppressed the unrealistic fantasies in his heart and quietly treated the injuries of Edith, who had helped a lot, but his eyes involuntarily moved to the other person's hands.

......Um?

Although he knew that the girl in front of him was of commoner origin and her skin was certainly not as delicate as that of other noble ladies in the academy, the wound on her hand still attracted his attention.

This is not a wound caused by work, but a hand injury caused by people who have been handling medicinal materials for a long time.

The tiny white marks on the fingertips were from the silver knife, the black spots on the sides of the fingers were scars left by burns from a crucible, and the red dots on the back of the hand were traces of contact with poisonous materials, which led to blisters that disappeared naturally.

Although Edith was also studying potions, firstly, the lower-grade potion classes did not involve the use of poisonous materials, and secondly... the way she treated the wound was also quite teacher-like.

She carefully treated the wound on her fingertips to avoid affecting her sense of touch, and left the other parts of her body alone. Even though the wound would heal with just a few days of applied medicine, she was still too lazy to do such a thing.

The third suspicious point was the burn on the side of Edith's little finger. The scar was in an arc shape, and it was obviously not caused by liquid or something like that, but by the round edge of the pot when she unconsciously stuck to it while stirring.

——Now no one would use this kind of crucible without insulation on the outside, except his teacher who pursues "feel" and "tradition".

And, the unknown owner of a potion shop in the Tulip Market that sells "love potions".

Shelly's hands slowly stopped.

He could feel that the person sitting there was also looking at him, but he didn't dare to look up, because his beautiful dream would be shattered the moment he saw the other person's completely different face.

"Teacher Scott?" Edith suddenly had some bad thoughts and deliberately said in a strange tone, "What's wrong? Have you made too many potions and are not used to using a wand to perform healing spells?"

"It's okay, teacher. Everyone has things they're not good at. It's normal to be unfamiliar. If you can't do it, just let me do it myself."

Shelly: “…”

He seemed to be suddenly poured with a bucket of cold water. His emotions suddenly cooled down at the breaking point, and even his movements became stiff: "Shut up."

Edith raised her eyebrows: this was very different from the Shelly she knew.

Is it because his personality has changed over the past year, or is he always like this towards people he's not familiar with?

She gradually calmed down and felt like a huge weight had been lifted off her shoulders. She had confirmed that the surveillance was related to Duke Eddie, and that the mastermind behind it must be related to the Circle Association. The truth behind her death gradually surfaced. In addition, the disappearance of the surveillance also meant that she could confess her identity to Shelly and use his laboratory. It would be much easier to research anything in the future, and she would have someone to discuss things with.

I just don't know how Shelly discovered the surveillance and found a way to break it in a year.

Shelly then treated the wound, reached out and pulled Edith up from the bed.

"What do you know?" He asked directly, but his eyes glanced to the side, deliberately not looking at her face. "It's okay if it's inconvenient to tell me. I can prove my innocence. Thank you."

This is business.

Edith said seriously, "Palmer should have made the luck potion himself. The formula is different from the association's. I have tested it and found it. I will give it to you later. Remember to destroy it after reading it. Although it cannot be used as direct evidence, at least you can guide the association's inspectors more in the direction of 'memory inspection'."

Shelly was a little surprised: "She figured out the formula of the luck potion by herself?" He had an impression of this student. She was smart, but only in the study aspect. She was not smart enough to come up with her own innovations.

The next second, he seemed to realize something, and his expression changed: "Did you figure it out?"

Edith hummed, not realizing how shocking her words were. "She must have made a mistake during the third experiment in the potion-making course, and mistakenly melted the outer membrane of the seeds into the potion. The waste was separated with separation water, and the clear liquid left behind was the luck potion."

"The effective period is fifteen minutes, and the bad luck period is fifteen minutes. If you use it too much, you will develop drug resistance. It's similar to the association's medicine."

Shelly looked unhappy: "Thank you, I understand."

It turns out that someone was able to develop a medicine by accident.

He vaguely sensed something was wrong with the other party's words, and seemed to be about to catch something, but before he could react, the eavesdropping array he had placed on the members of the association's special department suddenly sounded: "Damn it, why is the window open!"

"Shelly didn't move. How could he open the window? Who went in?!"

Damn it, I forgot this when I was performing the sleight of hand just now!

Edith cursed inwardly, turned around, leaped to the window in three or two steps, and climbed up with her hands.

She knelt on one leg and squatted with the other leg, with her fingertips on the ground. She suddenly turned around before jumping down.

Shirley was staring at her.

“Tsk.”

Edith didn't expect that even though she had given such an obvious hint, the other party still didn't react at all.

She raised her eyebrows and gave a familiar smile.

"Good night, Shelly. May you be well yesterday, today, and tomorrow."

......

"Good night, Shelly. May you be well yesterday, today, and tomorrow."

Every night at the association, the teacher would stand casually in front of the laboratory, watching him lock the door and wave goodbye, saying the same words.

He stood there and watched the other person leave and disappear from his sight, but his heart was extremely peaceful.

He can see the teacher yesterday, today and tomorrow.

That's enough

......

Edith let the evening breeze blow her scattered hair up and jumped down lightly.

Shelly suddenly came back to his senses, rushed forward, and stretched out his hand, but only touched the end of her hair.

...The third set of experiments in the Potions course.

It was the third year Potions class.

The missing material in Edith's private library is the third grade material.

Thirty seconds later, when the members of the association's special department were fully dressed and kicked the door open, they saw only an empty house, curtains swimming like jellyfish in the wind, and windows wide open hidden under the curtains.

The deputy minister turned pale: "Damn it!"

......

Girls dormitory.

Edith climbed through the window and went back to her room. The room was dark, and Hedda's bed was obviously empty - she was not too surprised, after all, her original plan was not to come back tonight, and Hedda, who was afraid of sleeping alone, must have gone to Bell's room and shared a bed with her.

This is good, at least I don’t have to worry about waking anyone up.

Before she could take off her outer robe, she suddenly caught the sound of shallow breathing behind her.

Someone is catching up.

Edith quickly took out her wand and was about to turn around and strike the enemy when she suddenly smelled a familiar scent.

...It seems to be the smell of gunpowder that I just smelled in Shelly's room.

She was startled and stayed where she was for a moment. At this moment, a pair of hands loosely wrapped around her waist from behind. Then, a touch of coolness touched the back of her hand hanging by her side.

Edith lowered her eyes and tilted her head back to look at the vague figure in the darkness.

There was only a new moon tonight, and the lights in the room were off. The only way we could sense each other was the sound of each other's breathing and the slight friction of our skin.

The man was half-kneeling on the ground, with his head lowered, and he carefully put his face against her hand.

"...Teacher." His voice was muffled in his collar, with a hint of barely perceptible joy in his restraint, "Teacher."

"Teacher Gary."