Chapter 944: Luxien and Aen
“You really are here. It turns out that without those glamorous identities, you can’t even maintain a normal life.”
Luxien turned a corner, looking at the disheveled figure, clearly ready to shout something, but ultimately didn’t find joy in what came out.
And that figure was Aen Galande.
The boy who thought he had escaped from secrets, enduring the humiliation of witch transformation, went out to seek help with the most important information.
But no one expected her fainting would last three or four days.
When she woke up again, what important news was there?
It was already common knowledge.
And she had completely been abandoned by the Wizard Academy.
In anger, she went to find her team leader, the senior who had brought her here. Before she could even question, she was met with a slap that knocked her to the ground.
The Wizard Academy would not want a wizard apprentice who had undergone witch transformation, not even if it was forced.
The All-purpose Workshop intended to process her transfer paperwork according to normal procedures, but was pushed away by Aen Galande, who angrily declared it impossible to become a witch in this lifetime and left.
But she forgot something very important, which was that at this moment, she was in Witch Academy.
When she “was discharged,” she didn’t take any storage equipment with her, nor did she have any witch tools. When she went back to find them, she was told they had been taken away by her original companions; after all, she was no longer a wizard apprentice and had no right to keep anything from the Wizard Academy.
This reason made Aen cry uncontrollably, but it was of no use.
Now, at most, she could rely on her own situation to cast a few simple spells.
Without witch tools, without spellcasting materials, without experimental equipment, she had nothing. At this moment, the only thing she had was a companion witch bug, which was compulsory during her apprenticeship, following her everywhere.
But… all of this was meaningless.
The main use of this witch bug was companionship, providing vitality in terms of undying, as well as resisting witchcraft, curses, and other mysterious hostile effects.
Without active attacking spells, naturally, there was no means of self-protection.
However, fortunately, this was the Witch Academy, where the safety of life was more assured.
This was not the case at the Wizard Academy.
At the Wizard Academy, as long as you stepped out of the tower of an extraordinary wizard, it was a danger zone!
You could suffer anything, including but not limited to vendettas, jealous insults, provocations, unbeatable instant-death curses, robberies, and so on.
As long as you weren’t discovered, it was basically fine.
Even murder could go unpunished as long as there was no evidence; the instructors wouldn’t intervene.
And this type of evidence-less method was mostly curses.
So the vast majority of wizard students had curse resistances because without these, you could hardly feel safe!
Only wizard students who were taken into the wizard tower by instructors could be a bit safer, as killing a wizard student inside the tower would be slapping extraordinary wizards in the face!
Did they really think that extraordinary wizards wouldn’t be aggrieved by such a trivial matter?
It was simply something they generally did not deign to manage.
This time was the best yet safest period that Aen had experienced.
Once, when she arrived at the Witch Academy, she was always belittling these weak witches for lacking any sense of crisis; a sudden ambush at that moment would definitely work.
But after wandering in the Witch Academy for these days, she felt immensely grateful to be where she was.
People are like that; they often feel touched in some unexpected places while stubbornly refusing to acknowledge it.
And now Aen encountered the one person she least wanted to meet in her life!
Luxien!
At that moment, the other party was neatly dressed, while she looked disheveled. The other had a slight smile and leisure demeanor, while she shrank into a corner, trying not to let anyone see her.
Her original clothes were completely gone; if it weren’t for the fact that she couldn’t find any male clothes in the Witch Academy, she wouldn’t be in this outfit.
Even if there were, she had no money to buy them.
This mismatched clothing was generously given to her by a young lady who ran a clothing store, seeing her as pitiful.
Although she had quietly asked if there were any male outfits, that lady had refused her with the reason of not wanting her to take advantage.
Otherwise, she would have had to walk around the academy in hospital garb.
“How does it feel to be a witch?” Luxien asked.
She raised her hand and lifted a bag of bread, which she had brought from the Baking House.
As someone who had come this way, she could definitely be considered Aen’s “senior.”
That extreme distortion and rejection within, the dual torment of spirit and body, forced her to confront this version of herself.
She understood all too well.
That habit which arose when looking sideways, long hair brushing against her neck, the small chest that had already begun to develop, made her feel bewildered—what she used to care about now gradually turned into her aesthetic.
More critically, the hygiene issues that had to be faced!
It was as if everything in life was reminding her of the facts she wanted to forget.
The more you care about something, the more any action will somehow remind you of it.
Luxien had gradually accepted this self.
But clearly, Aen had not.
“Get lost! Don’t let me see you here! You perverted psycho.” Aen’s voice was a bit strange, a slightly hoarse and intentionally lowered tone.
But the timbre was still clear, unable to cover up the fact that she had already grown into a beautiful young woman.
“I suggest you use that tone when talking to passing seniors. You’re likely to trigger those perverted seniors’ desire to conquer, and the tone sounds very much like a spoiled child,” Luxien uncompromisingly pointed out, tearing apart Aen’s last bit of pretense.
It felt like an angry little dirty kitten hissing at you with a cute “growl.”
In an instant, she suddenly understood the perspective of that senior Daphne regarding her.
For a moment, the atmosphere became awkward, as Aen realized that whatever she said was no longer effective.
She was smart enough; the so-called hysteria was merely a cover for her inner conflicts and helplessness.
No one had the courage to commit suicide straightforwardly, and Aen was no exception.
Or perhaps those who dared to commit suicide would already be dead by the next day upon entering the Wizard Academy, without even needing to take action themselves.
Those who could reach this place had naturally eliminated everyone who had suicidal tendencies.
Aen wanted to live; she simply didn’t want to live in this manner.
“It’s meaningless… Hmph! Not a bit of satisfaction in avenging my great grievances.”
This was Luxien’s most genuine thought at that moment.
Once, she had envisioned many scenarios similar to this one.
But once she actually did it, there was no joy, only noise.
Could it be because this magic source wasn’t inserted by her own hand?
But it didn’t matter.
Of course, a great grievance only had its significance before revenge was taken.
She also felt a bit ridiculous for being so harbored in grudges…
Looking back, her fixation stemmed from being kicked around on the active volcano of Bobas Islands.
Her memory persisted to this day.
Indeed, do women hold onto grudges that much? Luxien couldn’t help but sigh at this “truth,” as she seemed unable to escape this rule herself.
Facing Luxien’s muttering, Aen remained silent; the weak have no right to be angry!
Even though she was once a genius, she had walked through this process, only to once again feel the powerlessness of being weak.
She only hoped Luxien would leave quickly; she already understood well that murder was not permitted in the Witch Academy.
But Luxien clearly was not done; she kept asking persistently.
“Are you planning to spend your entire life like this?”
“……”
“The Ice Snow Throne secret realm has already relocated from the Witch Academy; the people from the Wizard Academy won’t come back.”
“……” Aen remained silent.
“This semester is over,” Luxien said again, but something struck Aen’s heart, prompting her to speak up once more.
“The semester is over?”
“Yes, how… do you have parents you can’t let go of?” Luxien asked.
After all, she was like that, still considering whether to go back during this holiday.
“…… I’m an orphan.”
“Is that so? Well then… I’m starting to envy you, at least you don’t have this worry like me.” Listening to Aen’s words, Luxien suddenly felt a bit self-important.
It turned out that from the beginning to the end, the only one troubled by this worry was her alone.
After she was “forced” to choose to leave the All-purpose Workshop, Luxien already knew what she would encounter.
Her parents would no longer enjoy family support; they would return to their previous life.
And this was still the best outcome.
Never think too highly of family lines and humanity.
How could everything end because of her leaving the organization?
They used so much, wasted so much, only to spit it all out again was the family style.
Don’t think that such heavy family burdens wouldn’t target “little people” like them.
With such a heavy burden, one should say: some would go so far as to harm that couple for the sake of the family.
Perhaps the walls of the Witch Academy blocked the immediate words of warning; maybe that couple had already bombarded her phone…
Was she heartless and cold-blooded?
Was she not regarding her parents’ life and death?
In Tan Kui’s words, all responsibility lies with the family; she hadn’t changed, now she was even more filled with hatred towards those family members.
No matter what Luxien was thinking at this moment, Aen felt utterly perplexed by the Luxien before her.
The other party had at least one alive parent and was envious of her, an orphan?
Had she studied too much at the Witch Academy or had she lost her grip on reality?
“You know nothing; you have never experienced my suffering… what does this look mean? Do you think my brain is broken?”
“Is it not?”
“Forget it, let my brain be broken then; I realize coming to find you was truly a wrong decision. Goodbye, good girl of the Witch Academy; I hope you still have bread to eat tomorrow.”
Luxien did not find joy and satisfaction in this, but if you ask her why she went through such trouble to learn Aen’s location from Yang Yuelan, why she deliberately came here—
Perhaps it was to untie a knot in her heart.
From then on, she could also be considered a “free person.”
The only thing tying her seemed to be her parents.
Tan Ru had suggested meeting them during this holiday; she mentioned that Xiaoying did just that. Rather than worrying every day, it was better to actually meet.
She didn’t know how to face her parents; perhaps just waiting for a meal and then cutting off ties would result in her freedom?
Should be…
Watching Luxien walk away, Aen’s ugly expression finally had a slight relaxation.
She looked at the bag of bread Luxien had brought, which had “Baking House” inscribed on it, looking somewhat of inferior quality.
If Luxien hadn’t suddenly approached her, perhaps Aen would have been muddled through this.
After all, she didn’t want to give up on non-power, nor did she want to become a witch.
But she felt powerless to change everything, and she hated being so weak!
But after being berated by Luxien, her mindset shifted back a bit.
Her mindset returned somewhat.
It felt as if she had gone back to the stage where she was humiliated and oppressed by senior students at the Wizard Academy.
Although that time took up only a short period of her school life.
But it was because she worked hard! Dared to fight!
Besides… she was the Child of Fortune… she could not deny that; this reason was the main factor enabling her rise.
But she had not forgotten the cruelty that had been ingrained deep within her by the wizards! Resilience, proactiveness, self-enrichment, continuous learning!
At the Wizard Academy, knowledge was the most precious thing; any knowledge could be transformed into a wizard’s power, which was the allure of “wizard knowledge.”
Isn’t this a low point in her life now?
Even though she had heard countless times that witch transformation was irreversible, but what about gender?
She had also seen some spells for gender reversal; whether witchcraft or biological experimentation, once she regained control of the knowledge power, she could change it all!
Power…
Power!
Never before had Aen felt power to be so important.
Was she now… considered a witch?
She remembered that the power of the witch was quite easy to obtain, magic sources, spellbooks… knowing powerful methods on-site, although this was not the way she had hoped, she could not deny that power is power!
At this moment, Aen was very calm, to a terrifying degree.
After the hysteria faded, rationality reoccupied its peak.
She was planning her future development; what value did she still possess?
In her moment of having nothing, she must rise through momentum, and one bit of value that she wouldn’t lose even after becoming a witch was that she was—the Child of Fortune!
And just as Aen was pondering, a figure suddenly appeared behind her.
“Hey! I say, what are you doing here playing the beggar?”
“Who?!”
Aen jumped.
She did not expect that after days of looking haggard, coupled with a comfortable environment, her vigilance had dropped so much! Someone stood right behind her without her noticing!
But when Aen saw the other party, she froze because the attire was clearly not a witch’s style, but looked like—a wizard!
“You… you are wizards!” Aen suddenly got excited, but as she thought of what Luxien had said earlier, and that slap, she forcibly calmed down.
“Hmm? This girl in wizard’s attire slightly disdained as she took the lollipop from her mouth and corrected her, “I’m a witch! Do you understand—don’t you know about the Victims’ Alliance of the Witch Academy? Don’t know? Well then… you must know the Witch Club, right?”
“Witch… club?”
