Chapter 50: Does the Witch Academy Have Urban Legends?
In the end, I reluctantly said goodbye to this group of grandmothers. After all, I had spent quite a bit of time here, and the sky was starting to get a little dark.
As soon as I walked away, they quickly packed up their things.
Looking at them in their current state, although I had the company of my former roommates, the feeling of loneliness could not be hidden.
Should I come by more often when I have time in the future?
Of course, I didn’t want to come here just to take advantage of them; after all, I don’t have that thick of skin. I just wanted to spend some time with them, and their snacks really were quite good.
I took a bite of the snack in my hand. If I had to choose a favorite, it would definitely be this thing that resembles a meat sandwich; its flavor brought back some memories.
Indeed, no matter how diverse these snacks are, they ultimately lead to the same deliciousness.
The path in the alley was quite winding, but it seemed to lead to another street. At this time, there were very few people around; I hardly saw anyone until I gradually spotted a figure with clear footsteps in front of me.
I looked over at the senior, puzzled as to why she, like me, was walking this way for no reason.
She simply met my gaze with hers, but the intensity of her stare made me feel uneasy, as if I were being targeted by a fierce beast.
Is this the aura of a senior?
I turned my head away, not daring to look at such a terrifying senior any longer.
“New students shouldn’t wander around at night; be careful of running into trouble,” she advised me coolly as she brushed past, her eyes not lingering on me any longer but her tone carrying a hint of ulterior motive.
“Okay, thank you for the reminder, senior…”
I quickly expressed my gratitude. Regardless of the circumstances, this senior was definitely not someone I could provoke right now, so I should at least acknowledge her advice.
However, the senior didn’t respond to my thanks in any other way.
It wasn’t until her figure completely disappeared that I sighed in relief. Strictly speaking, it wasn’t that late, and I knew about the nightlife in the Witch Academy. What did this senior really mean by that?
Was she warning the new students not to come out at night? Was she worried about new students being targeted by seniors?
Maybe that should be the case. And here I was, foolishly heading into this deserted alley. Wasn’t that just asking for trouble at night?
This time of night should have been the best for small food stalls.
Or was it that there were very few people here, and I had gone to the wrong place?
I took another bite of my snack, trying to suppress a hint of anxiety in my heart.
As I continued walking, I vaguely heard a soft sobbing sound, like a girl who had been dumped by her boyfriend in the night. But combined with the dark environment, it felt rather creepy.
I almost cursed out loud, my heartbeat quickening. The Witch Academy wouldn’t have any urban legends, would it?
A female ghost?
I’ve lived for so long and have never seen any ghosts! I haven’t encountered anything this terrifying with Spirit Vision either.
But this was a world of extraordinary powers; I couldn’t hastily make any conclusions.
I instinctively covered the badge on my chest with my hand. It was my only means of defense, and although I felt casting magic here might not be wise, my life was still more important than being cautious.
After activating Spirit Vision, I soon had an idea of whether the sounds came from a ghost created by extraordinary powers.
The effect of Spirit Vision could provide me with answers. Within its scope, I could easily feel the propagation of sounds and quickly pinpoint the source.
Ignoring the barriers of buildings, I could distinctly sense that it was the feedback of a living person, even feeling the fluctuations of magic emanating from the Magic Source.
This energy dispersion from the Magic Source might be what those grandmothers referred to as the restless magic unique to new students.
The other person’s situation was indeed quite similar to mine.
Was it a new student?
But why would a new student be here?
I immediately recalled the senior who had just walked past me, and a possibility surged in my mind.
Suddenly, my expression changed. Could there really be such a strange senior who would do something so odd?
I had only heard Sister Bai talk about it but had never witnessed it myself.
Oh no, wait! I think I did see it when Sister Bai accompanied me, and it was that moment that Sister Bai revealed these perverse behaviors within the Witch Academy.
It was late at night; had that senior just left the new student here and forgotten about them?
There was only one person, and considering how I’d seen the seniors treating male and female students differently, I personally felt that this had to be a boy who had suffered some sort of harassment.
Oh no, perhaps now it’s a girl.
My lips curled into a slightly amused arc. This is too interesting!
I also enjoy watching… cough. No, I was just thinking of others. What if a boy suddenly faced such a blow? What if he couldn’t cope?
Saving a life is better than building a seven-tiered pagoda.
I was doing a good deed, not just seeking entertainment.
I suppressed my excitement and ran toward that direction, but I couldn’t hide the grin on my face.
When I turned into a small dead-end alley, the scene still shocked my eyes.
I had thought this boy was simply forced by the senior to take the Magic Source, but it seemed it was more than that.
This was even more intense than I had imagined!
In the corner of this dead-end alley lay a frail young girl. At first impression, she was quite tall, her long black hair messily disheveled and somewhat resembling a ghost, but her boy’s clothes only strengthened my guess.
Another unfortunate boy had been victimized.
At this moment, her boy’s outfit was somewhat torn, clearly showing signs of a fierce struggle. Overall, she was scantily dressed, and her pants were in a poor state. I could also see one of her pant legs torn aside.
She looked like she was wearing shorts that barely covered to her thighs, her pale legs curled up and overlapping. In the dim light, I could see abrasions on her skin from the friction against the ground, and the dark red bl**d was already dried up, indicating that the injuries were not severe.
However, upon sensing someone else approaching, she seemed startled and shrank back against the wall.
“No… don’t! Go away! Stay away from me!”
I didn’t expect my mere approach would provoke such a strong reaction from the girl. It seemed that the earlier senior had indeed left an indelible impression on her.
Of course, it might not have been that senior, but she was definitely a prime suspect. Everyone walking from the opposite direction would surely notice something unusual over here, but that person had clearly ignored it.
