After a long while, the person remained motionless.
Just when Hene was about to give up.
Whoosh!
The blanket was suddenly pulled off, and Hene felt a chill on her body. Her eyes widened, and she gripped the corner of the blanket tightly.
Looking up at the person again, their icy face remained unchanged, as if they had simply done something trivial.
"Teach, teach, teach, teach, teach the professor!"
Hene blushed deeply and grabbed the blanket to cover herself.
Viktor sat down on the chair by the bed, expressionless and without any change in his face.
When did you wake up?
Hene covered half her face with the blanket, her face as red as a steam engine emitting smoke at high temperature, only daring to peek at Viktor through her eyes.
"Just... just now."
Victor nodded.
"Then change your clothes and get ready."
Hene felt even more ashamed and indignant, thinking that Victor had just noticed her thoughts.
But all they heard Viktor say calmly was:
"I asked the maid to cook some porridge for you. You can eat some liquid food now. Don't forget to eat to replenish your strength."
"Also, the academy has been destroyed and it will take several days to rebuild. You don't need to go back to the academy these days. You can stay here with me as long as you want."
"When we get back, I will nominate you for an associate professorship, and then you can teach your own classes."
Victor methodically explained all the arrangements to Henney, his tone leaving no room for Henney to react.
"..."
Hene loosened her grip on the blanket slightly, revealing her face.
Due to malnutrition caused by being in a coma for several days, her face was somewhat pale, which only made people feel more sorry for her.
Even her blushing couldn't enhance her appearance.
She was stunned, unsure of what emotions she should be feeling.
She longed to reach out and hug the other person, even though she knew the gap between them was so vast.
"……professor."
"Um?"
Viktor looked at her with an unwavering gaze.
As if she had mustered some courage, she lowered her head and made the request that she had been longing for but was excessive.
"Can I hug you?"
But after saying that, she shrank back like a startled fawn, not daring to look at Viktor even once, and hurriedly added:
"I'm...I'm sorry, Professor! My request was really unreasonable. Please don't take it to heart, just forget about it..."
The next second, Heni's eyes widened.
Before she could finish speaking, a large, warm embrace came from in front of Henne. When Henne looked up, she could only see the black lining under the other person's trench coat.
The scent emanating from her chest reached her nostrils, immersing her completely, making her want to linger there.
She reached out and tried to hug him, trying to hold him back, trying to freeze time completely at this moment.
However, the embrace lasted only a moment before Victor left her, and she didn't even have a chance to hug him back.
He was like an elegant gentleman, never refusing a woman's reasonable requests, nor overstepping any boundaries or doing anything out of line.
Heni stared at Victor, but Victor's figure gradually blurred.
noble……
In her hazy eyes, only this word remained.
Elegant and mysterious, noble and extraordinary. Only Victor is truly suited to this description.
"If there's anything else, go find the maid at the door."
Victor left behind those words, pushed open the door to the guest room, and drifted away like a gentle breeze.
Hene blushed with embarrassment and buried her face in the blanket again, but the image of Victor embracing her kept replaying in her mind.
For some reason, a warm current surged through her body, making her feel extremely happy.
"Um?"
Henne sensed something was wrong and climbed out of bed, stretching out a hand with her palm flat in front of her.
As always, she began to try to construct a magic circle with her hands, but logically, without magic power, such an attempt would only lead to failure.
But this time...
The emerald green patterns gradually emerged from the air, eventually forming a complete formation.
A tiny, weak whirlwind began to spin continuously from the palm of my hand.
"..."
A cool breeze blew across Hennie's hair, carrying a slight chill.
"I... am a mage now?"
Hene felt her cheeks were a little damp.
Before she knew it, two lines of clear tears streamed down her face.
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