Chapter 121: Dark Demon is a Little Sun
The whispers among the students gradually grew louder.
Not only the students, but even some of the professors looked at the two people on stage with deep and meaningful gazes.
Some are born with significance, enjoying the benefits that come with it, but they must also bear corresponding visions and responsibilities.
The hero’s child is no exception.
In fact, as the son of a Valkyrie, did Dark Demon not bear this responsibility too?
Otherwise, even with his past performance, he would just be an ordinary playboy in the noble circles, nothing extraordinary, how could he have been so vilified?
But today…
The rogue has already embarked on the path to redeem himself, and his performance has been outstanding.
The hero’s child, who was expected to achieve more, remains stagnant.
This leaves no room for others not to compare them.
The disappointed glances were sharper than needles, piercing through Wit Gold’s heart, creating countless holes.
Wit lowered his head, avoiding looking down, tightening his hands and feet.
He finally regretted it.
A true regret.
Not a fleeting one, but a lasting one.
At this moment, his ears were filled with various noisy sounds, some of which grew louder, standing out.
Emma’s voice, which he had long forgotten, rang out particularly clearly.
“Stop hanging around with Robert! Think about your deceased parents!”
“Think about your deceased parents!”
Wit couldn’t help grabbing the pendant around his neck, which contained a photo of his mother.
His peripheral vision caught sight of Dark Demon beside him, feeling like he was standing next to the sun, scorched by its dazzling and intense light.
…
But Dark was not happy about it.
Winning “Crimson Star” or winning a small championship, in his eyes, were trivial matters that wouldn’t change anything.
However, the current situation didn’t feel good to him.
If Principal Altair considered the hero’s child’s mindset, she shouldn’t have put both him and Wit on stage and made such a clear distinction between them.
One can almost imagine that after today, discussions about the two will be rampant.
Magazines and newspapers will wildly reprint their actions during this incident.
Busybodies will surely single them out for comparison, saying absurd things that amuse people.
And he himself, under public opinion, will replace the hero’s child and stand on the stage.
This completely contradicts his strategy of self-cultivation.
As long as there is a hero on stage, he doesn’t want any of the credit.
As long as his divine blood does not awaken.
His status is already high enough.
Son of a Duchess.
Son of a Valkyrie.
Just these two titles alone could allow him to smoothly reach the peak of life.
He doesn’t need the “hero” label.
“Is it to cover up the negative impact brought by Professor Didi?”
“Or is it to take a political stance?”
“Support me, and you support the Valkyrie, the peace faction, and the big princess.”
Dark’s thoughts raced.
Completely different from what Wit thought.
But this was inevitable.
After all, their psychological ages were not on the same level.
…
Regardless.
This incident is a major event for Saint Maryann Academy.
The school publicly explained the cause, process, and outcome of the incident, even having the two participants testify, essentially locking down the details and preventing anyone from stirring up trouble.
Plus, there were no casualties, minimizing the negative impact.
Although the negative impact still exists,
the school’s willingness to take responsibility and not evade has perhaps earned some praise.
The hero’s child and the Valkyrie’s child, one as a victim and one as a savior, being placed side by side for comparison, will inevitably draw a lot of public attention.
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But some things might be unexpected by adults who don’t care much about children’s mentality.
…
At the end of the gathering.
Principal Altair announced publicly that she would temporarily take over Professor Didi’s role as a professor for History of Magic and Astronomy until a new professor arrives.
This made over 90% of the students, who idolize the principal, very excited, easing the atmosphere.
When Principal Altair announced the解散, the students’ chatter suddenly surged, then everyone left the hall.
Dark and Wit followed Principal Altair to an office at her gesture.
“Sit down, no need to be too formal.”
With a wave of her hand, Principal Altair summoned a set of tea utensils and snacks onto the table.
Dark wasn’t the least bit constrained; he sat down and skillfully washed the teacups, poured black tea, and handed the first cup to Wit.
“Ah, thank you.”
Wit thanked him hastily, though his expression wasn’t pleasant.
Dark then poured himself a cup, sat down, and moistened his dry lips.
Principal Altair sat behind her desk, placing her burdens on the table and relaxing her shoulders.
She adjusted her expression slightly and asked, “What do you two think of Professor Didi’s behavior?”
Wit: “Ah? Ah! Not very good.”
Dark: “Not a good move.” Principal Altair nodded slightly and didn’t ask further.
She then said, “Wit, your credits for the masquerade ball activity are second in your grade. Very good.”
Wit’s face turned slightly red, mumbling, “Not really.”
Principal Altair then addressed Dark, “Dark, if Alvaraite knew about your current performance, she would cry in my arms.”
Dark blushed and said awkwardly, “Principal, there’s no need to say such things.”
Principal Altair reminisced, “Alvaraite has always been like this, softer inside than anyone else, but tougher on the outside. No one is more reliable than her. Now it seems, indeed, like mother, like son.”
Dark was taken aback: Do I look like someone with a soft heart?
Principal Altair continued, “And Wit, your father was also like this. In his student days, he was just like you. Active, restless, strong empathy, easily swayed by those around him, often wavering because of it. But it was precisely because of this that he could become a hero, experience the hardships of the common people, and fight for others!”
Wit became agitated when he heard “father.”
Principal Altair continued, “Your parents left something in the academy during their student days. I originally didn’t want to give it to you so early.
But since you already know about the secret passages in the castle, these two treasure maps will be yours for now.
But, Dark, don’t slack off and ask Alvaraite. I know she spoils you, and she won’t be able to resist your pleading.”
Dark chuckled dryly.
With a slight flick of her fingers, a gentle breeze blew, and two treasure maps slowly floated down.
