Ep 168. I’m Always Right Here. (2)
As far as Serenis khe Historian hadn’t answered Light and Karas’ inquiry in the slightest; the entire group had been banished from the Archive as soon as the half had asked if they could view her own records.
But ever sihen, Light had been examining herself on a strangely frequent basis. It’d finally seemed to cease as she fell asleep…only for her to awaken in the middle of the night to go out for no apparent reason.
‘…And Karas chased after her like a madman.’
As soon as the dragonlord had informed Karas of their student’s whereabouts, he’d scrambled out of the cave in a hurry, straight towards the dire Serenis had pointed him too.
She wasn’t particurly ed, of course; their mana were both within her range of dete, and she couldn’t sense any other dangerous presences besides. For all she knew, Light had gone for a simple walk, and Karas had decided to chase her due to safety s.
The professor had evidently given up ourning to the Archive. And even if he were to attempt anything suspicious, Light could likely beat him down bare-handed in his current state.
But even so…
“…”
Serenis g the spider on her shoulder. Despite the ck of evidence, she couldn’t shake off the feeling that there was something going oween them – something that wasly dangerous per se, but something serious heless.
“…What do you suppose it is, Raizel?”
“…Screeee.”
Although the spider couldn’t answer in proper words, sidering the youngling’s tone and nature, it didn’t take much to guess what the chirpi – which robably something along the lines of ‘beats me.’
“Then again…strahings have happened, I suppose.”
“Chirp! Chirp!”
“…”
Okay, that time even Serenis didn’t know what Raizel was saying.
Thankfully, acc to Karas, relog Raizel’s soul back to her body was a retively easy process –assuming that the youngling’s physical body remaiy and alive, and he resent to facilitate it.
Had Karas died at the Archive, even Serenis wouldn’t know what to do with spider-Raizel otherwise. The youngling might’ve had to live out her entire life as an araid.
So, despite all that’s happened…and all that’s happening…
‘…It’s a good thing he’s alive.’
Probably.
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Karas rapidly darted his eyes along the snowy treeline.
Most trees were devoid of leaves, their branches covered in snow as they waited for spring’s ing. But the ck of foliage allowed an ample amount of light to shihrough from the moonlit skies, providing the professor with a mueeded range of vision.
And soon, he’d spot his student some distance ahead, leisurely sitting atop a snow-covered boulder. She was leisurely staring up at the sky, waving her legs bad forth while humming a soft tune.
Soowitg ears would pick up her teacher’s footsteps.
The half’s tune came to a fading cease as she lowered her head. Once Karas approached the boulder she was sitting on, she pyfully wove her hand, grinning at the sight of her teacher.
“You’re awake! Are you feelier now? Pro-fe-ssor?”
“…Thanks to the crystal you gave me, yes.”
“Crystal? What crystal?”
“I was told that you fed me a mana crystal?”
“I did?...Oh. I mean, yeah. I did.”
“…?”
“You’re wele!”
Despite his student’s cheery tone, Karas frow the oddness of the versation’s flow. It couldn’t have been that long ago when Light had supposedly fed him the crystal, a, it seemed as if she was having trouble recalling the event.
“…Seems you’re not as awake as usual, Light. What’re you doing up already?”
“Oh, I don’t know…I just woke up for some reason, so I went for a walk.”
“…”
“What’re you looking so grumpy about? Here, have a seat.”
Light dashed her hands along the boulder’s snowy surface, clearing up a small space beside her.
Sighing, Karas eventually walked up the boulder’s height to sit at his student’s side.
“Even if it’s safe, staying up this te ’t be good for you. I remind you how cold it gets in Asarda during the night. Aill don’t know what the Historian did to you; you shouldn’t go far out alone.”
“Pfft. Nag, nag, nag…look at you, w about me. Since when were you so nice?”
“…”
Karas dropped his gaze, wreathing in guilt and shame as he remihe st moments before Felicir’s possession.
No matter how hard he tried, his mind refused tet how he’d attacked the student sitting beside him.
“…I’m deeply sorry for what I did at Chell. If there’s anything I do to make up for it, then-”
“There is!”
Karas slowly raised his head, surprised by his student’s immediate answer. But when he looked up, Light was beaming a mischievous smile, making the academic gulp in a mix of anticipation and fear.
“And that…would be…?”
“You tell me about who I used to be.”
“…Who you used to be?”
The cat half nodded her head enthusiastically. Her voice grew louder iement as she urged her professor on.
“Yeah! You said the person you want to see is my past life, right? What did I look like?”
“…Well…she looked surprisingly like you. If you were older, you two might’ve looked the exact same.”
“Uh huh..”
Light let out a thin groan, as if disappointed by the ck of difference. She pursed her lips in a pouting mahough it soon motivated her to move onto aopic.
“How did we meet then? Was I still your student?”
“…Pfah. No, not at all. If anything, you were the teacher, and I was your student.”
“Really? What did I teach you?”
“…”
Karas made a thin smile as he looked over his student.
In a way, he could almost see the past in the present – despite their s in roles, they’d always been a teacher and student to one another. And as much as Karas had learned from her, he was now returning the favor.
After a brief pause, the professor closed his eyes to deliver his reply.
“Important things…things I should never fet.”
“Important things? Like what?”
“Like…”
