Chapter 90: The Castle of St. Maryan Welcomes Ghosts
Emma Maltis propped up her chin with one hand, flipping through “The Golden King and the Secret Treasure” on the table, but her eyes were wandering to the left front.
The senior librarian had somehow gotten involved with the son of a duke.
Dark Demon, who used to always walk around the counter, began to linger in front of it for one or two minutes.
Emma had heard many rumors about Senior Pandora Dragon.
She hadn’t specifically sought out information, but while sitting in the common room of the Knight Academy, she would occasionally hear rumors related to her.
When they spoke of that senior, their tone was filled with reverence and admiration, as if they were not talking about a peer, but… well, a goddess?
Legs!
Would a goddess act so shamelessly and attach herself to someone like this?
Emma scoffed.
…
Dark glanced sideways at the invitation to the masquerade ball personally handed by Senior Pandora Dragon, curious about where such an item could be bought.
Yes, but the senior’s fingers were truly white, with narrow and long nails that seemed capable of scratching deep into one’s heart.
“Do you want it?”
Pandora leaned down, the tight uniform barely holding up the test of her presence, and a breath carrying a hint of fragrance drifted past his nose.
Dark, however, did not hesitate to push the invitation back immediately.
“Sorry, I have…”
“Are you already so skilled?”
Pandora casually took the invitation back, though it was actually blank inside.
But with a slight frown, she managed to squeeze out a hint of disappointment, subtly pointing towards Emma behind her with slender fingers, leaning in closer to whisper, “Could it be her?”
Dark frowned. This was the second time Senior Pandora had paired him with Emma.
Did they give off the impression that they were together?
Pandora was sharp-eyed, and with a glance, she smiled, “One can change partners—”
Dark helplessly said, “Halloween isn’t about the dance.”
Pandora: “Then what about Christmas?”
Dark: “What?”
…
In reality, Pandora, who had only stopped by to relieve some stress by interacting with a junior after work, soon left the library.
Unlike the lower grades, seniors had much greater pressure, especially the top performers.
Studies and competitions were both indispensable.
Especially considering her role as a librarian, she needed to manage her time more efficiently than her peers.
Lady Bella had suggested multiple times that she should step down from her duties, but she always refused without hesitation.
During her first year, being a librarian had saved her from the chaos and confusion she was experiencing.
…
People should never forget their roots.
Once they do, they cease to be human.
Walking on the path, she thought again about her cute junior.
“Mm, that stubborn feeling is also quite nice.”
…
Dark Demon was troubled.
Forced to make a Christmas dance arrangement—a unilateral decision.
Even though he didn’t care who his Christmas dance partner would be, having it decided felt like losing.
As he pondered, he suddenly realized, “Is this the bitterness and melancholy of adolescence?”
Dark quickly dismissed these thoughts.
Today was October 29th.
The night before Halloween would be the next evening.
…
“The masquerade ball is the day after tomorrow!”
In a corner of the reading room.
Wit nearly snapped his pen!
To create the magic cards for the masquerade, he and Robert had been studying all afternoon, but they were still in a muddle.
The more complex the magic card, the more precise the data requirements and the less room there was for rote learning.
To craft his own magic card, he needed to learn calculations.
Calculations, arithmetic!
Before learning magic language in the second year, arithmetic class was the greatest nightmare for young magi!
Wit’s patience was actually pretty good, but it gradually waned amidst the accumulation of numbers.
Just as frustration filled 90% of his brain, he saw the moonlight in his heart.
From one of the entrances to the reading room, his “white moonlight” walked in.
Unrequited love is a strange emotion.
Being alone, locked in one’s own world.
If left unaddressed, it grows larger.
Wit had once, under Robert’s encouragement, wanted to use “Forbidden Love” to check Pandora’s feelings for him.
But that day, Pandora happened to be absent.
So he lost the courage.
– As long as you don’t open your eyes, you won’t wake from the dream.
He roughly knew he and the senior were parallel lines.
Of course, in his subconscious, that was just the current situation.
The future would be different.
This masquerade ball was an opportunity.
If he could become the champion of the first year, it might attract her attention.
Then, Wit felt he could be more confident.
Perhaps he could invite her to dance at the Christmas ball.
– The Christmas ball is the real ball, what is the Halloween one?
It wasn’t until he noticed Pandora handing a dance invitation to Dark that he realized.
– The Halloween ball is also a ball!
Fortunately, it seemed Dark hadn’t accepted?
But was this really fortunate?
Not accepting was likely because Dark already had a dance partner.
Otherwise, who could refuse Pandora’s invitation?
Also, when did Dark get so close to Pandora?
“Snap!”
The pencil lead broke.
“I will win.”
…
The night sky of St. Maryan was still so clear, like a black mirror reflecting the hearts of people, yet not letting them see through.
A new week.
Classes on Monday made everyone restless, and professors found it hard to teach.
Tuesday and Wednesday were holidays.
But starting from noon on Tuesday, all students were required to return to the tower dorms, and could only leave the tower at exactly six o’clock.
That would be the start of the masquerade ball!
No opening ceremony.
Ghosts, spirits, zombies, mummies, Jack Pumpkin…
At the sound of the clock striking six, the night parade of ghosts and demons would begin!
The huge castle was both the stage for students and the stage for monsters!
A thousand students dressed in costumes.
Princesses wearing masks among them.
Demons and monsters dancing wildly in the chaos.
The ancient castle, watched over by the enduring moon.
Mist and truth always appeared together on the chessboard.
Who would find their truth at the ball?
Who would uncover the final truth amidst the chaos?
Who would seize their long-desired treasure in the revelry?
Traveling with the hero.
Traveling with the princess.
Traveling with the demon god.
…
Let’s get wild!
