Okay, now is not the time to think about that.
I raised my hand and knocked on the workshop door, and the crisp sound of the door opening rang out almost simultaneously.
"Didn't you say you'd treat this place like your own home? Don't knock unless it's important. I've even left the key hanging here."
The mentor's familiar voice came from inside the room.
It seems the supervisor is in a relatively good mood right now.
I breathed a sigh of relief and pushed the door open to go inside.
The strong fragrance of flowers and herbs wafted over, making me cough several times before I could squint and peer into the room through the thin mist floating in the air.
This is a workshop building with a distinctly witchy style. Scattered materials, potions, and blueprints covered with formulas are almost everywhere. A few reagent bottles being simmered over a low flame are suspended in mid-air. The boiling liquid swirls in neat, dazzling arcs under the self-rotating stirring rod. Materials waiting to be added are lined up and leap into the crucible one by one. After mixing together, they trigger a new round of olfactory shocks.
Deep within the workshop, a young woman with long, silver-white hair reaching her waist, a slender and graceful figure, and who carelessly exposed large areas of her skin, lay supine on a transparent and soft waterbed. From the plain white board she held aloft, one could occasionally hear unfamiliar cries and conversations.
"Mentor, I've returned within the stipulated time."
The door closed behind me, and I tentatively struck up a conversation with her while carefully avoiding the various things scattered on the ground. I found an empty chair in the workshop that I could barely sit down.
Then, when I looked up, I was met in the depths of those bright golden eyes.
"What's wrong?" I asked casually, suppressing the sudden jolt in my heart.
"Hmm, how should I put it? It's only been a month since I last saw my dear disciple in person, but it feels like I've gotten to know you all over again."
He casually tossed aside what he was holding, and the plain white board suddenly disintegrated into tiny streams of light in mid-air, merging into the woman's body. As she rose, it seemed to transform into a ribbon of light that stretched behind her.
The surrounding debris automatically avoided her path and continued forward.
A sudden alarm bell rang in my heart.
The next moment, like a re-edited film reel, the mentor suddenly moved closer, so close that I could almost feel a slight breath brushing against me, as if he were sniffing something, or trying to see into the inner workings of the being called [Yumi]. His eyes were fixed on me, and his arms, though slender and pale, were resting on the edge of the table behind him, yet they carried a hint of unyielding strength that left no room for the prey to resist.
“My dear disciple,” the mentor’s voice suddenly became low and seductive, full of allure, yet I felt a sharp killing intent pressed against my throat, “It’s only been a few days since I’ve paid attention to you, and you’ve already started going around indulging in debauchery?”
"...First of all, I need to clarify that the word 'promiscuous' has never been in my dictionary." I quickly raised my hands in surrender. "Secondly, hasn't my mentor been watching all along? I've been spending most of my time hiding in the miniature garden lately, not going anywhere else."
"But didn't you go out the day before yesterday?"
"That's because I was asked to help."
It feels like I'm trying to coax a sickly girlfriend, even though he's a mentor who's way older than me.
With her eyes narrowed like a fox, the instructor seemed to have been pondering for a long time before finally releasing me from my restraints. Then, with a thud, she transformed into a little girl who was only half my height, climbed onto my lap, and found a comfortable spot to sit down.
"This is no fun at all. The show clearly said that as long as you do this, those philandering men will obediently kneel down and beg for forgiveness, and confess all the sins of their philandering. How come you're like a block of wood that won't listen to reason?" The young female tutor tilted her head back and looked at me, casually flicking her hair in my face. "It wasn't as fun as when we first met."
I initially thought I had accidentally stumbled into some demon's lair, and I was afraid it was too late.
However, since the supervisor did not pursue the matter further, it seems that we are safe for now.
I breathed a sigh of relief, then felt a bit amused and exasperated: "Mentor, those melodramatic dramas are all just for show, they're all fabricated plots made up for ratings. You'd be fooled if you believed their logic."
Having said that, I roughly understand what exactly happened just now.
Most likely, my often unreliable mentor has watched too many melodramatic TV shows and movies popular among many female students these days, and thus believed the logic in them, wanting to use them to prank me.
I've glanced at them a few times during my leisure time, skimming through the plots of the most famous ones, but I just couldn't get into them. They weren't nearly as interesting as competitive games, so I switched away after a short while.
Fortunately, this is something that happens from time to time.
As a witch who claims to be omniscient, the mentor has never been able to directly distinguish the right from wrong of a matter. She can only swallow all the opinions whole first, and then make a judgment based on various factors and influences to make the conclusion that is most suitable to be relayed to the corresponding listener.
It's like a paradox: the more a person knows, the less they can actually know.
This is quite troublesome for people, so when there are no outsiders to disturb them, tutors often do things that make them lose their minds.
The price of omniscience is ignorance.
I have always agreed with this statement by my mentor.
Just as the opposite of the [Library of All Things] is a twin authority called the [Curtain of the Fool].
"Well, there is still something I hope you can explain to me, my dear disciple."
While I was lost in thought, the young female tutor, who was sitting obediently in my lap, once again narrowed her eyes like a fox.
She whispered:
"Could you please introduce me to the girls who have recently moved into your miniature garden?"
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