Chapter 179 Moriarty is loved

On the other side, the Hall of Silver and Tin.

After reading the newspaper, Isabel breathed a sigh of relief: "Fortunately..."

Although she knew from the beginning that Aiwass was merely faking his death and disappearance, she couldn't help but feel nervous for Aiwass when she saw Noble Red mobilize so many people.

After all, Mr. Aiwass is just a weak pastor who can only move around in a wheelchair...

Could something really have happened?

She was worried about this every day and would read the newspaper every morning. Isabel, who usually had no habit of reading newspapers, bought a lot of newspapers these days.

——I just didn’t dare show it to Yulia.

Fortunately, Yulia's attention is easily distracted.

Isabel directly asked Yulia to follow the court alchemist to learn alchemy, and she died immediately.

It is said that Yulia has been obsessed with alchemy practice these days, working so hard that she has forgotten to eat and sleep.

She was truly obsessed with studying, forgetting to eat or sleep. It even frightened the old man. He came to Isabel several times to tell her that Yulia wouldn't sleep at all. She wouldn't listen, lying down for three or four hours before getting up to continue studying. When she felt sleepy, she simply drank energy potions instead of sleeping, completely ignoring the side effects of the energy potion.

It took Isabel herself to coax her to sleep.

She also had to hold Yulia in her arms while she slept to prevent her from getting up in the middle of the night to read.

Isabel simply couldn't understand why Yulia studied so hard... She wasn't some idiot who couldn't keep up with her peers without hard work, but a brilliant genius. Even the court alchemist had praised Yulia's talent.

Before retiring to become the court alchemist, the old man was a very strict university tutor.

Meanwhile, he was in the explosives business in Avalon. A former Star Antimony man, he was ostracized by his peers and moved to Avalon. Now, it could be said... at least in the field of explosives synthesized through chemical and alchemical synthesis, he was essentially at the top of the industry.

He often said, "I can let you pass the final exam, but I won't let you pass any accidents that might happen during the lab." At the time, the subject with the lowest pass rate at Milton University was his course, "Alchemy and Chemical Safety Practices."

The old man was a rare, rather old-fashioned professor. If you failed either the written exam or the lab, there would be no bonus point added to your regular score, no make-up exam, and you would just have to retake the course. At least, you had to pass both subjects on your own merit before you could get the bonus point added to your regular score.

To be recognized by him is enough to prove how serious Yulia is in her studies.

Even under Yulia's guidance, Isabel began to study. Janice had already given her a lot of extra lessons, but she still had a lot of time to relax.

But every time she was taking a break, she saw Yulia still studying, and she felt inexplicably guilty...she could only get up and continue studying.

The result is... although Aiwass Moriarty is not here these days, her personal time is still sucked away by another Moriarty.

Thanks to Yulia's dedicated study, she didn't clamor to go home. Yulia cherished the opportunity to study alchemy with Master Nobel, and even helped Isabel find a way out without her having to think hard about a lie.

This also made Isabel feel relieved.

Although she is a "jack of all trades", she is not good at lying.

Now that she was sure that Aiwas was safe, she hummed a little tune happily.

As for the eldest lady named Aleister...Isabelle didn't care much about her.

From what she knew of Aiwass, that kind of thing was clearly not his style—if he really wanted to compliment someone, it wouldn't be something like "very elegant and beautiful."

"—Family, life, dreams, what you read, what you do, what you think... Two different hearts, two souls that have yet to overlap, are like two finely crafted gems. Overlapping them, pointing them towards the sunlight, and slightly rotating them, they can reflect a myriad of brilliance on the wall—the sparks of different thoughts. I call this chatting.

"—and if, by chance, it happens to rotate at a certain angle, it reflects a dazzling beauty that is so dazzling that it will last a lifetime—that is the focus of the soul. I call it love."

This is what the guy code-named "Fox" said when Isabel first met Aiwass.

Even now, Isabel still remembers every word of it. It was so elegant, so gorgeous, so dazzling, yet so heartwarming...

That's what Aiwass would say.

His remarks now... most likely mean that the Supervisory Bureau wants to use Aiwass to cause internal strife within the Noble Red Society.

After all, he wasn't really missing.

Maybe this Aleister doesn't exist at all and is just a fake identity of Aiwass?

Yulia, who was sitting in her room reading and doing homework seriously, caught a glimpse of the light in Isabel's eyes and the sudden relaxation of her aura, and she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

——It seems my brother is fine.

Yulia thought.

The girl calmly withdrew her peripheral vision and some of her attention that was scattered outside, turned to the next page of the book, and began to concentrate on doing her homework.

She had always vaguely felt that Isabel had a strange sense of anxiety and low pressure. Yulia knew it very well. It was the same feeling as when Aiwass was attacked on his first day at school and she had finished reading the newspaper but her brother had not returned home.

I'm so worried and anxious. I can't sleep well, and sometimes I have nightmares. I don't have an appetite when I wake up.

And now, it is finally the turn of others.

...It seems that Isabel really likes her brother.

Yulia felt a little more recognition of Isabel.

But this is not enough.

At least, it has to be deeper than what I like...

Janice smiled at the two people who were reading a book and a newspaper in the opposite corner of Isabel's bedroom. She kept painting and gently urged them, "It's time to go to school, Isabel."

"Oh well……"

Isabel replied.

There was no more worry in her voice, and it became clear again.

Tsk tsk, it still doesn’t work, Isabel.

I still need to learn more about acting from Miss Yulia...

Janice thought so.

And at this moment, the Royal Law University.

The short Professor Bud finally breathed a sigh of relief after reading the newspaper.

"It seems Aiwass is fine and has a new love affair."

I have to thank Headmaster Meg very much, he thought happily.

At this moment, Ms. Meg walked into his office.

"Yo, Bud!"

The old lady's voice was loud, full of smiles and energy: "Have you read the newspaper?"

"I've seen it. Thank you very much... Headmaster Meg."

Professor Budd said gratefully.

"Oh, it's okay. Even if you didn't ask me to do it, I would have taken care of it. Isabel likes him very much, too. Who knows, he might become Prince Aiwass in the future."

Meg, with one hand on her hip and a small bottle of rum in the other, laughed heartily. "Not to mention, it gives me an excuse to deal with those people at Lloyd's—I've been irritated with them for a long time! Want a drink? Captain's."

"No. Headmaster Meg, you should drink less too..."

Bud advised gently: "At this age..."

"Whether you drink or not, you'll be dead soon. Live life to the fullest, enjoying every moment. When you die, die happily and without worries."

Meg didn't care: "People, when it's time to die, just die obediently. If you don't die when it's time, just wait for Amber to target you.

"I don't want to [stand still]. That posture is too ugly. Do you want to, Bud? You are not young anymore."

"It's still early. I'm still strong and healthy."

Bud also smiled and said, "I'm planning to go to the Theocracy for archaeological research next year. By then, Aiwass's legs should be almost healed, and he wants to go with me. I've been looking forward to it for a long time."

"Oh, speaking of which."

Meg took another sip of her wine and said casually, "There's an exchange student program next year. The Church wants to send a few seminary students over to teach advanced divine arts for half a year."

"Higher divine arts?"

Professor Bud was stunned for a moment, not knowing where to begin his complaints. "Can they teach this in half a year? No...are the long-eared people finally willing to teach humans this?"

“Hey, I think it’s just an attitude.”

Meg laughed and burped. "You think I can't learn it in six months, and I don't think I can either. I'm sure they think so too—but I think if Aiwass says it, maybe I can really learn it.

"He's only just started practicing the Way of Devotion, and he's already reached the third level. Janice told me over drinks that she thinks Aiwass will be able to advance to the third level next month... Nobel told me that Yulia is also a genius. James is really good at drawing jokers.

"I think, Bud... why not let him give it a try? After you and he finish the archaeological excavation, it will be right around the time the Church starts, right? You'll then be without a good teaching assistant, and have to work hard for another half a year."

"If he wants to go, let him go. I'm very flexible and can go earlier so as not to delay his opportunity."

Professor Bard said cheerfully, "This is a rare opportunity... Even if he can't learn, he can still gain the friendship of the elves. After all, he's one of the first humans to receive advanced divine instruction. Perhaps he'll inherit Bishop Mathers's position. No, maybe he'll even go down in history—after all, history places special emphasis on 'first,' 'the first time,' and 'the first batch.'"

"Then let him decide for himself."

Meg said decisively.

She thought for a moment, then slapped her thigh. "I still have to warn him—don't get too close to those shady women at Noble Red. They're either after his roots or his waist. Anyway, they're not good girls."

"Okay, go prepare your lessons. I'm going to go and bother the old men."

"...Who are you going to trouble again?"

Bud was a little helpless: "Dean, you are so busy."

He and Meg have known each other for a long time.

He was a confident and calm young man back then, but Meg had this kind of personality when she was a girl - time has changed many things, but it has not changed Meg.

As if insulated from an hourglass, time has left little trace in Meg's heart.

"I don't know. I haven't thought about it yet. Anyway, if there's one, it's one. If there aren't many, it's no problem. No one will be wronged."

Meg laughed heartily and said, "Don't panic. I'll roll the dice and decide... Well, let's go find Charles. I hope he's up by now."

Charles Drost—that was the name of the Minister of Trade.

Bud observed a three-second silence for him.

Update Complete! 6,500-word update~

Taking time off really works! My routine and state of mind are back to normal!

(End of this chapter)