Chapter 114: Overcoming Racial Barriers
The moment he saw that face, Dark’s mind was instantly filled with an image.
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In Professor Kazel’s office.
The flower card adorned with green roses reflected a faint glow under the light.
The professor reached out and pressed, and the green roses on the card scattered, revealing a slightly youthful and beautiful face.
It was a small imp with butterfly wings.
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“Simple and pure green roses symbolize the blessing of eternal youth and the longing for everlasting love.”
Dark originally thought that the small imp was Professor Kazel’s old flame.
Now, he realized that his initial guess might have been correct.
The small imp holding “Thunderous Divine Power” had the exact same face.
And only when he truly saw this small imp did Dark suddenly realize that the only small imp with butterfly wings in the academy seemed to be Professor Didi Maxwell of the History of Magic.
Comparing them side by side.
Aside from becoming younger, this small imp’s wings’ colors and patterns, as well as its attire, were exactly the same as Professor Didi’s.
“So, is this why Professor Kazel exhibited such contradictory emotions?”
“He doesn’t want to disrupt Professor Didi’s plan, yet he feels guilty about wanting to do something.”
“And so he turned to me, hoping I would investigate, participate, and make decisions in his stead.”
“How complex human emotions can be.”
Dark didn’t move further away as Professor Shylph suggested; instead, he leaped down and landed atop the Spiral Bell Tower.
He half-crouched on the ground, with a demoness beast landing beside him.
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Professor Didi looked at the arriving Professors Sarah Shylph and Dark Demon without a word.
On the contrary, Professor Shylph exclaimed in astonishment, “Didi, your curse has been lifted?”
Professor Didi then revealed a gentle smile, “I completed a small experiment.”
Professor Shylph’s voice pierced through the storm, “This doesn’t seem like a small experiment!”
Professor Didi casually said, “I merely replicated a fragment of history.”
Then, she opened her palm, and a silver moonlight-emitting bead slowly floated up.
At the center of the bead, there was a floating full moon.
Amidst the thunderstorm, it became the only moon.
“Moon Goddess’s Tear?”
Professor Shylph’s tone was filled with indescribable astonishment, “How did you manage that?”
Professor Didi gently put the Moon Goddess’s Tear back and softly said, “As I mentioned, I merely replicated a fragment of history.”
She raised her wand, and lightning flashed.
Clearly, she didn’t want to continue talking.
Professor Kazel’s voice then echoed, “This involves the castle’s location and the imaging of history.”
Professor Didi turned to look at him, “Kazel, your knowledge is indeed extensive. Unfortunately, goblins remain goblins.”
Professor Kazel’s brow twitched, “Didi.”
But Professor Didi continued without pause, “Do you know why I endured the torment of the curse rather than choose you? Because the blood of goblins stinks!”
Her brows rose higher, and her tone grew colder.
As long-lived creatures, imps not only received the favor of time but also maintained their youth forever, making them even closer to the idealized perfect race in fantasies compared to their close kin—the elemental races.
With extreme racialism, imps were arrogant; in their eyes, even humans were merely crawling insects on the ground, let alone the filthy goblins living underground!
As an extreme racialist representative, Didi Maxwell once became able to see others eye-to-eye due to the aging caused by a curse—the fall from the realm of fantasy.
But after regaining her youth with the help of the “Moon Goddess’s Tear,” her nature resurfaced.
Ultimately, she aged because, during an exploration in an ancient temple, she faced the challenge of the Moon’s Will and chose “time” over “love” in the dilemma between the two, thus enduring the curse of the Moon Goddess!
The love she had rejected at the time was Professor Kazel’s.
They were once companions in adventure and now colleagues in the academy.
Unfortunately, their relationship never went beyond that.
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Professor Kazel slowly stood up.
There was no resentment in his gaze.
Even if Professor Didi pointed out in front of students that his blood stank, he wasn’t bothered.
What filled his eyes was full of memories and nostalgia.
Didi had always been like this.
Completely different from another imp, Professor Lily.
But what caught his attention was precisely this obstinate pride.
The test of time was excessively cruel.
The four-person team from the past now only had three members left.
In a few decades, one more member would be gone.
Although goblins’ lifespan was slightly longer than humans’, they could never compete with the fairies who could run against time.
Kazel knew he was already old.
He came here tonight to see Didi for the last time.
Didi was still measured in her actions; no students were harmed.
In St. Maryan, this was a red line.
As long as she didn’t cross this line, the principal wouldn’t take action against her.
But expulsion was certain.
Kazel, who had long felt incapable, had already thought of retiring in St. Maryan; he no longer had the energy to follow the ever-vibrant Didi on more adventures.
The long lifespan bestowed upon imps by their race gave them almost infinite curiosity.
Forever following the footsteps of history, seeking truth amidst the fog and dust, was the lifestyle of most imps.
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Professor Lily, still lying listlessly on the professor’s seat, stretched her arms and rolled over, floating above the desk to watch the gradually brightening ceiling, her eyes filled with chaos.
“Why not just take a look if you’re so concerned?”
Principal Altair’s gentle voice sounded in her ear.
Lily Professor grumbled, “What’s the point of looking? What’s destined to leave will still leave.”
Principal Altair then asked, “You’ve known all along?”
Lily Professor rolled over again, facing the floor, “So what?”
Altair sighed.
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In the blink of an eye…
Another massive figure appeared atop the Spiral Bell Tower, a giant bear formed by Professor Jones.
Facing the encirclement of three professors, Professor Didi paid no heed and shifted her gaze toward the approaching sphinx.
One of Principal Altair’s nine elementals, the sphinx in its physical form, was rapidly flying with the hero foretold in the prophecy.
Professor Didi glanced at the hero wearing the vampire count’s outfit and inadvertently looked at another student present.
A corner of her mouth curled up.
Revealing a thought-provoking smile.
“Prophecy…”
