Another half month passed, and when my tutor dragged me out of bed again for a stroll outside, I was astonished to find that he had specially invited the tutor who was best at sculpting statues in the academy to create a charming, wavy-haired beauty for me.
Unfortunately, the impact was too intense, causing a bad atmosphere within the academy. The current headmaster, under the pretext of rectifying discipline, sealed his lower body again.
"...Hmm, it seems you've also had an extraordinary encounter."
When he heard that someone had accidentally fallen into the miniature garden I had just created, Gulu rested his chin on his hand, looking thoughtful.
“Although it might not be good to gossip behind someone’s back…” Gulu carefully chose his words, “However, if the Miss Yao you’re talking about is indeed the one I’ve heard of before, then she is truly an extraordinary person…”
"What's wrong?" I asked, puzzled.
"Well, how should I put it... it would be awkward if you made a mistake. I think it's better if you ask her yourself. At most, I can only tell you that although her identity isn't very famous in the history of magic, she's not someone to be underestimated." It thought for a moment and added, "And she's definitely existed longer than me."
I couldn't help but lean back and sit up.
All I can say is that this kind of behavior—where the other party seems to have said something, but actually said nothing, yet adds an extra piece of news that seems to indicate that this is a big and important matter—is really infuriating.
I hate riddle tellers the most!
Even when I conveyed this attitude directly, Gulu just shrugged and didn't reply much.
However, this did clarify some of my doubts.
I had noticed before that Yao seemed to be somewhere between caring and not caring much about her body. On the one hand, I'd often happened to see her patiently cleaning herself, clutching her head or limbs. On the other hand, this housekeeper had recently gone so far as to roll her head all the way to my door and bang on it repeatedly to create a terrifying atmosphere, all in an attempt to force me out of my room.
At the time, I wondered if she was like a lich, hiding her soul in a casket and her body merely a disguised pseudo-eternal life form. However, in the common knowledge of academia, whether a lich is a voluntarily transformed being or not, its image is mostly that of a skeleton draped in a long robe, even if an additional flesh and blood shell is created, it is still a perishable thing that must be supported and maintained by magic and death energy and is replaced periodically.
Although Yao's body was cold and hard, it had no trace of death. Even without the flow of blood and the presence of fragile organs, its interior was just like a real human body, with tender and distinct skin texture covering its jade-like, crystal-clear bones.
If Yao is indeed an existence older than Gulu, perhaps he was also one of those who explored and forged a unique path through the lost pages of history.
"Hehe, it's great to chat with you again, Yumi."
Gulu leaned in to hug me, but I dodged him. He could only smack his lips and pat my head. "To be honest, even though I've been suggesting to Miss Juliana that we put a chair with a backrest nearby so that students who want to chat with me can sit down, she always finds some excuse to refuse."
"Dean? Why?" I asked, somewhat curious.
Gulu pouted and said with dissatisfaction, "She thinks I'm noisy."
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"She said she was afraid that if I actually brought the chair over, and I coaxed someone to sit down, then started saying 'I AM THE STORM,' it would scare them crazy!" Gulu muttered to herself. "It's not as bad as she made it out to be. I clearly think everyone likes it! They even sang along with me!"
"By the way, should I inform your advisor for you?"
"No, no need, I'll find her myself later. Thank you, Teacher Gulu."
"Okay, then listen to me..."
I remained silent for a long time, only managing a forced smile and a few words of comfort. Once the other person had calmed down, I quickly turned and left.
Strolling in the courtyard square, I was once again enveloped in a peaceful and tranquil atmosphere.
At this time of day, most people on campus are busy with their studies or research, and few would be wandering around the campus like I am, killing time. However…
I turned my gaze toward the test site not far away and walked toward it.
Since I don't want to face my mentor for the time being, I'll go see some friends I know first.
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