Chapter 84 Not a Confession

Edith walked to the teachers' area skillfully carrying the things.

Although it felt a little strange when we met last time, I thought that since we haven't seen each other for such a long time, the other party must have almost forgotten me.

In Shelley's eyes, he was probably just a student whom he met once in the laboratory at the beginning of the school year, and who later asked a question out of nowhere after the promotion competition.

Can a normal person really remember someone they have only met twice?

She walked up the stairs. It was late, and the lights in the entire teaching area were turned off. She could only barely distinguish them by the moonlight. In this case, the bright light of Shelly's laboratory was particularly conspicuous.

"Are you still doing experiments so late?"

Edith frowned, "I'm not the dean. Normal teachers shouldn't have mandatory research tasks."

She was afraid that the other party was doing some delicate experiment, so she didn't dare to make a sound and opened the door quietly.

Fortunately, Dean Keith gave her the container that stored Shelly's magic as a key - it was said that Shelly gave it to her personally, asking her to remember to deliver the materials tonight.

Edith whispered "I'm sorry" and pushed the door open to walk into the laboratory. Unexpectedly, although the room was brightly lit, it was completely blank. There was no one there. All she could see were messy papers on the floor and shredded materials on the table.

Shelly isn't here.

Strange. Edith stretched out a finger and gently touched the corner of the table. The subtle rough texture spread across her fingertips. When she put her finger close to her nose, she could smell a light bitter taste.

It looked as if someone had been grinding medicine on this table. Edith frowned and looked around.

She had the habit of throwing things around during research, but Shelly didn't. Whenever he walked into his research table, he could see neatly stacked materials like cubes.

Moreover, as a civilian, Shelly had never developed the habit of wasting materials, let alone being so careless as to pour out the powder.

This doesn't seem like something he could do.

Edith was worried that someone else had entered the lab ahead of time, so she took out her wand and cast a silencing spell on herself to minimize the sound of footsteps. She closed her eyes and tried her best to feel the magical fluctuations around her, and finally detected a familiar breath on the left.

There seems to be a door-like structure there.

Edith walked to the door and listened for two seconds. There was a rustling sound from inside, as if someone was smearing something on a smooth object.

There were traces of magic circles and spells cast on the door over the years, but for some reason its owner was so careless today that he didn't even add a layer of protection.

Things were getting weirder.

Edith lowered her head. From the angles of the papers scattered around, the location of the powder spilled on the table, and the two chairs that had obviously been moved, she walked around the empty route where nothing had been dropped, and could barely guess what had happened in the house.

Two people were sitting at a desk and talking about something. The content of the conversation made the person sitting in the main seat stand up excitedly - his chair was far away from the desk, and he was probably pushed out by the impact when he stood up.

The narrator seemed to want to calm him down, so he stood up, and this action pushed the table forward a little. But the man was quickly pushed out the door by the host - the pile of books that collapsed towards the door beside the guest's seat could prove this.

The owner locked the door and impatiently sat down at the table to grind the medicine powder. He soon found that he did not have enough key materials and information, so he went to Dean Keith's laboratory and asked her to collect the materials and hand them over in the evening.

So…who did Shelly receive in the afternoon?

Edith went back to the hidden doors again. Perhaps the owner of the laboratory wanted to know the information outside as soon as possible, or perhaps the owner trusted the security of the door lock too much - or even the owner of the room was so panicked that he didn't notice it. In short, she just touched it lightly with her finger, and the door bounced back silently.

A familiar figure appeared in front of her.

Ah, it's Shelly.

Edith confirmed that the other party was still alive and that the chaos in the laboratory was indeed caused by him, rather than an invasion, and she felt relieved in an instant.

Although the dean emphasized that the materials must be handed over to the other party in person, Edith had already opened the internal laboratory without permission. Thinking that less trouble is better, she simply put the things on the table next to her, planning to leave a note and leave.

Unexpectedly, when she turned around, a familiar golden color exploded in the corner of her eyes.

Edith: “…”

She took two steps back silently.

Isn't this her body?

Although she knew that Shelly had snatched her body away, the feeling of seeing her own corpse with her own eyes was still very unique.

That's right, the body lying in the ice coffin in front of Shelly was the familiar yet strange body that had accompanied her for more than 20 years. The woman's eyes were lightly closed, her hands were placed on her chest, and she looked as peaceful as if she was asleep. Shelly, with his back to her and facing the body, was concentrating on applying something on her forehead.

Edith took another step back.

So, the fundamental reason why Shelly's experiment was carried out so late was - her?

If it was for her... who was the person who gave Shelly advice? Was there someone in this world that Shelly trusted, who had researched magic circles, and who could truly inspire him?

What exactly did they talk about?

Edith couldn't guess, but if she continued to stay here, the risk of being discovered was great. She didn't know if the "snooper" who really existed was watching all this, so after thinking for a while, she decided to leave on her own initiative.

It is easy to find out about things like entering and leaving the office. After finding out who came, I can go to Dean Keith to ask for the list of materials delivered tonight. Combined with the magic array I studied before, I will definitely be able to deduce the whole thing.

Slowly she pushed the door back.

“…What should I do?”

Suddenly, a voice mumbling came from the door. Edith shook subconsciously, raised her eyelids and looked forward.

Shelly is talking?

"Teacher, please tell me, what should I do?" The man's hair was a little messy, and he half-knelt in front of the ice coffin, letting the hem of his robe pile on the ground. "Joyce told me that all blue magic circles are irreversible... Even if I successfully crack that law, I can't restore you to your original appearance."

"...But you have been producing magic power continuously. You are not dead yet. How can I give up?"

Shelly's hands trembled slightly. He lowered his head and combed Edith's hair bit by bit: "I heard that the Magic Circle Association is gradually out of Joyce's control. Duke Eddie, who has been supporting me, is likely to be the real behind-the-scenes person in charge of the Magic Circle Association now..."

"If it's really him... then the magic circle carved in the cup is aimed at me." Shelly closed his eyes and seemed to have spent a lot of courage to squeeze out these words from his throat, "The one lying here now should be me."

"……sorry."

Edith paused.

Duke Eddie?

She remembered him. The first time she took Shelly to a formal event, he had shown great interest in her.

Almost the next second after he saw Shelly, he rushed over to express his love and said that he was willing to give him Eddie's surname and make him a family wizard.

Shelly refused on the spot.

But at that time, I felt that "stupid investors are hard to find", so I advised the students to leave their contact information and make plans later.

Duke Eddie ultimately failed to become Shelly's exclusive investor, but he had long funded his own laboratory through Shelly, so Edith had always had a good impression of him.

Could he have been involved in the deaths?

Edith stood there cautiously for a while longer, but after whispering her apology, Shelly had no intention of speaking again. She just stared at herself in the ice coffin in silence.

Um, so now she's looking at Shelly and Shelly's looking at her?

Edith looked down at her watch. The Silencing Charm was about to expire, and she had to leave the lab within three minutes.

Forget it, tonight’s harvest is already rich.

She slowly backed away, intending to turn around when she reached an open area. Suddenly, Shelly in front of her made a move. He whispered "I'm sorry" again in a barely audible voice, lowered his head, and gently kissed the ends of Edith's hair.

"sorry."

…

Edith also forgot how she left the laboratory and returned to her dormitory.

He felt like he was stepping on a few balls of cotton, floating and unreal.

Bell was the only one who hadn't slept in the dormitory. Mulin was still in the school hospital and couldn't come back. Her room was empty and she felt a little lonely. So she sat alone in a chair by the fireplace and studied Amy's information carefully.

Even though they are familiar people, we cannot let them go.

"What's wrong?" She noticed Edith's trance and frowned. "Are you tired? Why do you look so bad?"

Edith hadn't been so dazed since the fight with Alec.

Edith: “…”

What happened? Of course, it was because her worldview had been greatly impacted.

Although I don't care about social etiquette, not caring doesn't mean I don't understand it - the hand-kissing etiquette exists and is widely used in major social occasions. The cheek-kissing etiquette also exists, but it basically does not appear between unmarried men and women. All other etiquette does not involve the mouth.

Especially between teachers and students, this relationship has a sense of distance. Even the standard etiquette requires taking a step back, and there is no physical contact.

So what is Shelly doing?

"Bell, let me ask you something." She turned around hesitantly, "If, I mean if - a student touches the teacher's hair with his mouth, what does that count as?"

Bell: “?”

Bell: "What does it mean to touch your hair with your mouth? Eat or kiss, chew or swallow? This is very important."

Edith: "...of course."

She couldn't find a second verb to describe it - the lips gently touching the hair, it should be a kiss.

Bell gasped, "Who kissed you?"

"No, which teacher did you kiss!!!"

"No! Do you think I am like this?" Edith quickly covered the man's mouth. "What I saw was not what I experienced!"

She indeed watched the entire process from a third person perspective.

Bell saw that her expression didn't seem fake, and the worry in his eyes suddenly turned into excitement: "Which student did you see confessing to the teacher?"

Edith: "? Not a confession."

Bell: "Huh? They kissed each other's hair, isn't that a confession? That means they are already together."

She finally remembered Edith's question and responded as a matter of course, "What behavior? Of course, it's an act of expressing affection."

Edith: “…”

Impossible, absolutely not.