Chapter 127 The Phantom of the Guardian Tree (6)


    Sion and I watched the setting sun by the Eternia River docks.


    Having my fortune told hadnt been the best choice.


    The remnants of my burst of emotion still muddled my heart. Recognizing my own immaturity was a minor takeaway, I suppose.


    I didnt want to delve deep into the fortune tellers words. They had shaken me more than necessary, and I needed time to regain myposure.


    And suddenly, I found myself yearning for Silveryn. I decided to collect Stitch, which I had left for repairs, on the way back.


    Beside me, Sion sat expressionlessly and then asked,


    That fortune teller pinpointed your past urately, I take it?


    Well, in a manner of speaking.


    So its true, then, that you were an orphan?


    It wasnt something to boast about, nor was it something I felt the need to hide deliberately.


    Yes.


    I understand a bit now.


    What do you mean?


    What the master once said. People who grow up privileged dont feel the need to be strong.


    What do you mean?


    Even if they have great talent, if theyre in afortable position with adequate wealth and status, they prefer to stay there. Only those whove been through hell truly be strong.


    Bing stronger I only wanted enough power to protect the people I love. Now, that goal seemed frustratingly out of reach.


    Today made me realize, you havent had an ordinary life either.


    The old mans words included clues to my past. Without being specific, it seemed she could guess my background.


    Sion watched the sunset-dyed river nonchntly and spoke lightly,


    Im an orphan too. Maybe thats why the master took me in.


    Her words meant that Sion, too, had experienced her own trials, and in some way, she acknowledged and opened up to me.


    Do you still want to fight me?


    No, not at all.


    She seemed not to be particrly interested anymore.


    And so we sat in silence for a while, the wind blowing and the river water rippling.


    As the sun finally set and the twilight moon rose, we stood up as if on cue.


    We were dusting off our pants when someone called out.


    Candy?


    Sion and I turned around simultaneously.


    About ten steps away stood Cecil and Marta.


    It was an encounter I hadnt anticipated. Now that I thought of it, they had mentioned they were going to have their fortunes told too.


    However, Cecil seemed different from usual. She murmured quietly while looking at us,


    It really is Candy


    She nced at Sion and then back at me with a re. Lips pursed, she seemed upset as she recognized the situation.


    Cecil stood frozen for a moment, then briskly turned and disappeared into the crowd.


    Marta hurried after her, calling out,


    Hey, hey! Where are you going?


    Watching this, Sion yawned tiredly.


    Im going to head out.


    She left without a farewell, truly like the wind.


    I was somewhat bothered by Cecils reaction and followed in the direction she went but ultimately failed to catch up.


    In the end, I retrieved Stitch, Silveryns repair. Stitch had been shattered once and, like cracked ss, bore the scars, but the repairman had assured its functionality.


    With that, I returned home.


    It had been a long day.


    The mansion was quiet since Trisha had already left for the Thorn Garden. On a whim, I lifted my bed covers. As expected, nothing.


    When she was around, the room always felt untidy, but now it felt empty without her.


    I decided to write a letter to Silveryn.


    I wrote about my new friends, the incidents in the cardiovascr wards, and even the story of achieving the highest grade in practice. I hoped the letter would bring at least some small joy to Silveryn.


    As I was going to write about todays events, I hesitated, reflecting on the astrologers words.


    Could Silveryn provide an answer? After some thought, I chose not to write about the fortune. I needed to learn to stand on my own, not seek lifes answers from her.


    Having sent off a letter filled with my daily life at Eternia, I went to bed.


    And that night, I dreamed.


    Everything was blurry, leaving no strong impression. I faced something indistinct; there was someone behind me, and we were on a cliff edge.


    That was all. The only memory simr was the time chasing after Liza and Venemaril.


    Perhaps, due to stirring up unwanted memories the evening before, it had emerged abruptly, without warning.


    Early in the morning, I sent Stitch to Cecil at the Eternia campus.


    Her expression from the previous day stuck with me, and coincidentally, I required someone to appraise a crystal I had acquired from a wingless dragon.


    However, no reply came the rest of the morning.


    Unable to wait any longer, I donned my mask and headed to the library.


    I found Cecil with ease in the stacks. When I approached, she halted her search, turned, and walked away.


    She clearly saw me but pretended not to. The coldness in her actions was unmistakable. Clearly, there was something disappointing or hurtful about her disposition towards me.


    Maintaining some distance, I followed her. Sensing my pursuit, she quickened her pace, trying to shake me off.


    As Cecil sat down at a reading table, I stealthily took a seat across from her.


    Can we talk?


    Cecil opened a book and shielded her face, signaling she didnt even want to make eye contact.


    I quickly sifted through yesterdays events for anything that might have angered her, but found nothing significant.


    Did you get Stitch?


    Cecil gathered her books and moved to another table.


    This is not good. It seemed she was truly upset.


    If I pretended not to notice, our rtionship could be over for good. I needed to pursue her and find out why she was angry.


    Unabashedly, I followed Cecil and sat opposite her again.


    Ive brought something I thought youd find curious, arent you interested?


    Cecil spoke from behind her book.


    Not interested. Go away.


    Her tone was uncharacteristically cold.


    Lets talk.


    No.


    I cheekily plucked one of the books she had collected and skimmed through it.


    Ill follow you around until you do.


    The novel was about a vignte punishing womanizers. Some of the gruesome illustrations made me frown. Cecil had quite the peculiar taste.


    Cecil maintained her barrier with the book.


    Ill report this as harassment within the school.


    Im a ghost student, so even if you report it, they cant catch me.


    Ill call my seniors to exorcize you.


    That hurts. Enlisting seniors to ostracize a friend.


    Hurt?


    Yeah.


    Youre hurt????


    As the atmosphere deteriorated further, I quickly shifted the topic.


    There seems to be something thats bothering you.


    Hmph


    Why did you just leave yesterday?


    Who wants to barge in on a date and be an unwee third wheel?


    It wasnt a date.


    Oh, indeed. Secretly meeting in Rigved, just the two of you, enjoying the evening glowit sure looked lovely. Who asked for the date?


    How is it dating one head student after another? Is it nice? Whens your date with Iris?


    Ah, this is trouble. I seem to have gotten on her bad side. How do I clear up this misconceived notion of only meeting with the top students?


    The meeting with Sion was unavoidable.


    Oh, so youve got someone special for dates and someone different for when you need them? Was I overstepping?


    Her words were filled with thorns. She could be quite intimidating when angry.


    It was just to sort out the constant challenges from Sion. Didnt want to make my other friends feel ufortable.


    Right, so important that you couldnt meet at the school, had to pick a scenic spot. Unlike with other friends.


    Great, someone might think Im saying all this because I fancy you. I was merely expressing disappointment as a friend.


    This is giving me a headache. How do I manage to persuade her with words? Its impossible to give her themission in this state. If only Id brought some form of bribe.


    Cecil lowered the book slightly, revealing just her eyes, which were slightly bloodshot.


    Is she crying? No, I dont believe it. Surely she isnt that upset over me. Right? It must just be from reading for too long.


    Tell me honestly. Do you only hang out with head students? Why are we friends?


    Because youre.


    Cecil cut me off mid-sentence.


    Its because Im pretty, because my bodys nice, everythings fine. I could even ept something perverse like its because I have a big chest, but if its because Im the head of the magic department, thats unforgivable.


    This is serious. Its true that I value aplishment in a field that isnt innate but earned. People seem to have more issues with superficial appearance, but shes the opposite.


    With you it seems like itd be fun to hang out.


    Was that a good enough answer?


    Cecil lowered her book again, leaving only her eyes visible.


    Thats a 7 out of 10 response.


    Whats a perfect score?


    A thousand.


    While her words seemed harsh, the knotted feeling appeared to loosen a bit.


    If its so fun, why havent you ever asked?


    Cant invite you without something fun to do.


    If I invite you, will youe?


    After saying it, I couldnt refuse.


    Of course.


    Cecil peeked over the book with just her eyes.


    Thene to the Guardian Tree tonight.


    Isnt ess to the area around the Guardian Tree still forbidden?


    Do you know why its forbidden?


    No.


    Theres a ghost appearing in front of the Guardian Tree. Soe catch ghosts with me tonight.