Episode 52 - Herb Garden Fire

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Previously:

Elaru's exams didn't go well. She ends up breaking the testing equipment. Deora Thayn, one of the examiners, is furious and would want nothing more than to get Elaru disqualified. Zerel Reysic, on the other hand, finds Elaru interesting.

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"1 speedometer, 1 mythril cube, 10 velvet curtains, 25 mahogany desks..." A middle-aged man recited, in a deep voice extremely pleasant to the ear. It caused shivers to the people present as if listening to the melodic purring of a lunar.

Although middle-aged, one wouldn't be able to tell his real age at all judging from his flawless pearly white skin which was without any blemishes or wrinkles. Even the skin of his long elibu ears was flawlessly smooth and radiant.

However, the hair falling down his back like a waterfall of silk was even more radiant. The strands were whiter than the freshly fallen snow, seeming to glow in the darkness of the night, making one's fingers twitch, yearning for nothing more than to caress it.

His bright purple eyes, which seemed to hide magic itself within their depths, quickly darted left and right as he read the parchment in front of him.

The man's face was calm, showing neither confusion nor agitation, as he asked: "What is this? A shopping list?"

The two men standing in front of his desk shared a strange look.

One of the two, Zerel Reysic, flipped his long, dark purple hair and smiled good-naturedly. Even his yellow eyes seemed to be smiling, looking like bright crescent moons. He seemed to be completely relaxed in the presence of the white-haired man.

Unlike Zerel, the mood of the third person was anything but relaxed. Deora Thayn tried to keep his emotions off of his face, yet he was never good at it. Large crystal drops were sliding down the side of his face, and his back was already completely drenched.

Deora tried to mimic the same look Zerel had on his face, but his forced smile ended up looking even worse than a crying expression. Even an idiot would be able to tell that he was feeling guilty and nervous about something. Let alone the white-haired man, who had always been praised for his intelligence.

Deora glared at Zerel, trying to convey the message with his eyes: "You tell him."

Zerel pretended not to understand him and blinked his eyes innocently.

After what seemed like two hours instead of two seconds, Deora bit his lip and spoke out. "Uh...it...isn't a shopping list...it is a damage report..."

The white-haired man's face didn't change at all; his expression still as dignified and noble as ever. Saying that he looked like a flawless porcelain doll would be an insult, for even a master craftsman couldn't reproduce this aura of divinity.

If Kiel were here to see his delicate and refined face, he would instantly feel a sense of comradery. But then Elaru would probably ruin the moment by suggesting them to join "Too-pretty-to-be-male" club.

Both Deora Thayn and Zerel Reysic were nobles and very handsome individuals. But there was handsome, and then there was Arite handsome. The difference between the two was like the difference between ugly and beautiful.

The radiance of the Arites eclipsed everyone and everything else.

And the person standing in front of them was no other than Eruan Arite, the headmaster of the Ashar University of Magic.

"Go on." The melodic voice of Eruan Arite that sounded extremely pleasant to Zerel sounded like the voice of a demon to Deora.

"It isn't my fault this time! It was caused by an examinee!" Deora proceeded to explain the select details of the incident.

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