Chapter 90: St. Marian's Castle Welcomes Ghosts
Chapter 90: St. Marian's Castle Welcomes Ghosts
Emma Metis rested her cheek on her hand, fiddling with "The Golden King and the Secret Treasure" on the table, but her gaze drifted uncertain towards the front left.
That senior librarian, Pandora Dragon, had somehow developed a connection with the Duke's son.
Dark Demon, who used to always walk around the counter, gradually started to linger at the counter for a minute or two.
Emma had heard many rumors about that senior, Pandora Dragon.
She hadn't intentionally sought them out; just sitting in the Knight's House common room, rumors related to her would occasionally drift into her ears.
When they spoke of that senior, their tone was always filled with awe and admiration, as if they weren't talking about a peer, but... hmm, a goddess?
He~tui!
Would a goddess shamelessly cling to someone like that?
Emma scoffed.
...
Dark Demon squinted at the ball invitation personally handed over by Senior Pandora, very curious about where the shell of this thing was bought.
Hmm, but Senior Pandora's fingers were indeed white, and her nails were narrow and long, always feeling like they could easily scratch the depths of one's heart.
"Want it?"
Pandora leaned down, her tight school uniform testing one's resolve with its uncontainable grandeur, the scent from her breath, carrying a hint of fragrance, wafted past his nose.
Dark Demon, however, pushed the invitation back without a moment's hesitation.
"Sorry, I have..."
"Already so skilled?"
Pandora smoothly took back the invitation, which was actually a blank piece of paper inside.
But her lips drooped slightly, forcing out a hint of disappointment, her slender fingers quietly pointing towards Emma diagonally behind her. Her upper body continued to lean forward, whispering close to his ear, "Could it be her?"
Dark Demon frowned; this was the second time Senior Pandora had paired him with Emma.
Did the two of them give outsiders that impression?
Pandora was quick-witted; with just a flash in her eyes, she smiled and said, "You can change even if you have one."
Dark Demon was speechless, "The theme of Halloween isn't a ball."
Pandora: "Then Christmas?"
Dark Demon: "Huh?"
...
Actually, Pandora, who was just casually teasing her junior to lighten her mood after work, left the library not long after.
Unlike the "composure" of the junior students, the pressure on senior students was actually immense, and the more outstanding the student, the more so.
Coursework, competitions – neither could be neglected.
Especially for her, who also had to manage her work as a librarian, she had to be better at time management than her peers.
Ms. Bella had repeatedly suggested she relinquish this duty, but she always refused without hesitation.
During her first year, it was the librarian job that saved her when she was lost and confused.
...
Ah, people must never forget their roots.
Once they forget their roots, they become less like people.
Walking on the road, she thought of her cute junior again.
"Hmm, that slightly stubborn feeling is also quite nice."
...
Dark Demon was troubled.
He had been forced into an agreement for the Christmas ball – albeit unilaterally.
Although he didn't care who his Christmas dance partner would be, having it decided like this always felt like a loss.
As he thought about it, he suddenly realized, "Could this be the bitterness and sorrow of adolescence?"
Dark Demon quickly cast aside these distracting thoughts.
Today was October twenty-ninth.
Halloween Eve was the night after tomorrow.
...
"The masquerade ball is the day after tomorrow!"
In a corner of the reading room.
Virt almost snapped his pen!
To create magic cards for the masquerade ball, he and Robert had been studying here all afternoon, but they were still completely muddled.
The more complex the magic card creation, the more precise the various data requirements, and the less that could be referenced from the basic course.
To create one's own magic cards, one needed to learn how to calculate.
Calculation, arithmetic!
Before learning magical language in the second year, arithmetic class was the biggest nightmare for young magi!
Virt's patience was actually quite good, but it was gradually being worn down by the pile of numbers.
Just as frustration filled 90% of his mind, he saw the moon gradually being lost in the depths of his heart.
From one of the entrances to the reading room, his white moonlight walked in.
A person's secret crush is a very strange emotion.
Alone, locked in one's own world.
As long as it's not revealed, it will grow deeper and larger.
Virt, once instigated by Robert, had wanted to use [Forbidden Love] to check Senior Pandora's affection level for him.
But that day, Pandora happened to be absent.
So he could never muster the courage again.
→As long as you don't open your eyes, the dream won't end.
He mostly knew that he and his senior were two people on parallel lines.
Of course, in his subconscious, that was just the current situation.
The future, would it be the same.
This masquerade ball was an opportunity.
If he could become the first-year grade champion, he might be able to attract her attention somewhat.
At that time, Virt felt he could also be more confident.
Perhaps at the Christmas ball, he could invite her for a dance.
→The Christmas ball is the real ball, what is Halloween's?
It wasn't until he noticed from afar Senior Pandora handing a ball invitation to Dark Demon that he suddenly realized.
→Halloween's ball is also a ball!
Fortunately, Dark Demon didn't seem to accept?
But was this really fortunate?
Not accepting was only because Dark Demon already had a partner, right.
Otherwise, who could refuse Senior Pandora's invitation?
Also, when did Dark Demon become so close to Senior Pandora?
"Crack!"
The pencil lead snapped.
"I will win."
...
The night sky of St. Marian was still so clear, like a pitch-black mirror, reflecting the hearts of people, yet not allowing them to be seen through.
A new week.
Monday's classes, hearts were restless, the professors said it was hard to teach.
Tuesday and Wednesday were holidays.
But from twelve noon on Tuesday, all students were required to return to their tower dormitories, and only at six o'clock in the evening could they leave the towers.
That would be the start of the masquerade ball!
No opening ceremony.
The ghosts spread throughout the castle were the best opening ceremony!
Ghosts, zombies, mummies, Jack O'Lanterns...
When the clock struck six, it would be the night parade of a hundred ghosts, the revelry of demons!
The vast castle was the students' stage, and also the stage for evil spirits and monsters!
A thousand students in costume.
Princesses mixing in with masks.
Demons and ghosts dancing wildly in the chaos.
The ancient moon, gazing at the old castle.
Mist and truth always appear on the same chessboard.
Who can find their own truth at the ball.
Who can dig out the final truth in the chaos.
Who can seize their coveted prize in the revelry.
Journey with the Hero.
Journey with the Princess.
Journey with the Demon God.
...
Let's go ghosting together!
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