Chapter 116: 52. Quality
“Jasmine.”
“Jasmine, get up!”
Jasmine slowly opened her somewhat heavy eyelids, and the figures of her two roommates gradually came into focus. The curtains in the dormitory were drawn open, and the morning sunlight spilled onto the floor of the room. It was then that Jasmine suddenly realized she seemed to have overslept.
“I’m so sorry!”
She rushed to sit up, and wearing her pajamas, her graceful figure was accentuated by the contours of the garment.
“What’s there to be sorry about? Didn’t you sleep well last night? How could you oversleep today?”
“Yeah, you’re usually the earliest riser in our dorm.”
Faced with her roommates’ worried gazes, Jasmine carefully covered her chest, suddenly recalling the cold-faced gentleman she had seen last night under the night sky.
Who would have thought Professor Fisher could be so terrifying? When he discovered her chasing, she nearly scared her soul out of her body.
Fortunately, he never found her hiding in the swimming pool; if she had been caught, her non-human identity would surely have been discovered!
Jasmine glanced nervously at her body under the covers, where her human legs were wrapped in pajama pants, with her delicate feet pointing slightly upward, rather than her huge tail.
After confirming there were no flaws in her disguise, she let out a sigh of relief.
“No, it’s nothing. I just had a nightmare last night.”
Milica and Isabel exchanged glances, and Isabel suddenly laughed, “Could it be that you dreamed about Professor Fisher?”
“Eh!”
Why… why does Isabel know?
Jasmine’s heart raced as she glanced at Isabel beside her, thinking her roommates had found out about Professor Fisher chasing her.
No, wait, when she returned to the dorm last night, no one was there, and there were no other witnesses in the direction of the gym.
Seeing Jasmine’s nervous expression, Isabel waved her finger knowingly, “I took a look at the assignment sheet that Professor Fisher handed out yesterday. Goodness, it was like a nightmare! Jasmine, were you scared by the homework too?”
“Eh? Ah, that, yes.”
Jasmine’s mood fluctuated greatly in front of her roommates, but she finally felt relieved after confirming her roommates didn’t know what had happened last night.
“Get up and change your clothes! If you don’t hurry, you’ll be late.”
“Okay~”
Jasmine quickly changed her clothes, struggling to fasten her bra in front of the mirror. After dressing up and washing up, she walked out of the dormitory with her roommates.
The morning university carried a habitual drowsiness; although the students looked sleepy, it couldn’t conceal their vibrant vitality.
The three girls walked on the way to the dining hall like three roses blooming toward the light, attracting attention.
“Ms. Laura’s classes are quite interesting; she made us analyze many ancient poems from Nali. Isabel, your ancestor Godlin the First loved to write poems about white geese. Ms. Laura said he wrote at least over a hundred.”
“Really? Speaking of which, my father seemed to have mentioned before that my grandfather and ancestors loved to eat goose meat.”
“Is that true? I thought it was because they wanted to praise the fighting spirit of the white geese?”
Jasmine giggled, covering her mouth. She couldn’t quite join in the conversation among the young roommates, but just listening was amusing.
“Professor Fisher!”
Just then, Milica’s greeting made Jasmine’s smile freeze, and her heart began to race.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a gentleman enjoying breakfast at a table by the window in the dining hall. Hearing Milica’s greeting, Fisher looked up at the three approaching girls, his gaze lingering on Jasmine at the back for several seconds.
What if he found out? What if he found out?
Jasmine shrank nervously behind Isabel, daring not to meet Fisher’s gaze, trying to reduce her presence this way.
Fortunately, it seemed that Professor Fisher did not recognize her as the person from last night.
Fisher quickly averted his gaze, nodding slightly and wiping his lips with a napkin, “Milica, Jasmine, Princess Isabel, good morning.”
“Professor Fisher, you came so early today. Did you move to the faculty dorm? Does that mean I can visit the teacher’s dorm after class?”
“You might get caught; if there’s something, come find me in the office.”
While talking to a somewhat disappointed Milica, Fisher’s gaze subtly fell on Jasmine’s legs behind Isabel, where her evenly proportioned legs wrapped in white stockings were displayed, without the huge tail he had seen last night.
How did she manage that?
Though he had a thought in mind, Fisher did not express anything on his face, appearing completely oblivious to last night’s events.
“Eh? Why’s that? Shouldn’t we have breakfast together?”
“I’ve already finished eating. Enjoy your breakfast. Oh,” Fisher smiled as he tidied up the plates on the table, and then, picking up his hat and personal items, he seemed to recall something and said, “Be careful when walking on campus at night; don’t walk alone, especially you young ladies. Understood?”
“Ah, okay, Professor Fisher.”
Jasmine bit her lips, clearly feeling that Fisher wasn’t aware of who the shadow from last night was. He probably thought it was a thief or some sort of robber, right?
She exhaled, her internal vigilance completely relaxed.
Fisher bid them farewell and disappeared through the door of the dining hall.
He had a class to teach to the second-year students that morning, and with nothing particularly special on the agenda, Fisher planned to devote himself entirely to that guy Eil. He figured that demon was probably still asleep, so he didn’t bring her food, intending to wait until noon to go see her.
Time passed quickly during class, and this time, the second-year students were also tortured by the assignments left by Fisher. Since it was Thursday’s homework, the deadline was turned into next Tuesday.
Yet, even so, those students still persistently gathered around Fisher, inquiring about their questions, with some asking about career planning as wizards.
This was a very interesting matter because before graduation, they would still have the opportunity to take two or three certificates to prove their magical level. The more important choices included the Nali Magic Association’s “Wizard Practitioner Qualification Certificate” and the World Magic Association’s “Wizard Qualification Certificate,” both of which had junior and senior levels.
Many students would take any one of the junior certificates before graduation, depending on where they wanted to develop later; the Nali certificate was not recognized in some countries in Cardu and the Northern Region.
At that moment, Fisher suddenly remembered what Principal Ken had mentioned about Shivali’s visit earlier; he noted that the Shivali Magic Society had unexpectedly visited Cardu’s World Magic Association last month. He hinted that this move might likely be related to their visit to Nali, though he didn’t know what they were doing at Cardu’s Magic Association.
As he watched the students gradually leave, Fisher tidied up his things and headed to the dining hall to pick up the food he had reserved for breakfast. This time, he didn’t enjoy lunch in the dining hall but went directly toward the laboratory.
Passing by the “Southern Continent Subhuman Protection Association,” he still didn’t see the subhuman figure of Xiatu or any other staff; they must have been busy with the new party activities.
When Fisher arrived at his laboratory, he originally worried that Eil might have woken up early in search of food due to hunger. However, when he pushed open the door, she was still lying in bed, motionless, just like she had been when she left the night before, embodying the concept of “sloth” completely.
Fisher called her name, but she remained still. When Fisher helplessly started enjoying his lunch, the black, slender end of her arrow-like tail that draped over the edge of the bed suddenly ignited with flames.
When Fisher turned to look at her, she slowly sat up, rubbing her eyes.
“Ow, good morning! Why do you get up so early every day? Don’t you know that going to bed early and rising early shortens your lifespan?”
“What kind of nonsense is that?”
Eil pondered for a second, and when she saw Fisher’s face, it was as if she suddenly understood and said, “I forgot that you’re not a demon. Well, from a human perspective, it’s indeed better to establish a regular routine. By the way, it’s food; thanks for the gift.”
Her gaze quickly shifted to the chicken on the table, and she leisurely picked up the edge of the plate, biting down on large chunks of chicken and swallowing them whole.
She patted her stomach, thoroughly enjoying the taste of the food.
Unlike the human taste system located on the tongue, demons seemed to need to swallow food to taste it, which should be one of the differences between them and humans.
“You keep eating; can I continue my research on you?”
She nonchalantly nodded while biting into the meat, indicating that Fisher could do as he pleased.
Fisher looked with great interest at her slender tail swaying behind her, the flame on the arrow flickering, burning brightly.
“I’ve always wanted to ask, why does the end of your tail have flames but feels completely temperatureless?”
Fisher reached out to touch her tail; just as he was about to touch the arrow-like shape, Eil stopped him. She turned and waved her tail, saying, “Don’t touch that spot; it’s very sharp. That flame is an extension of my consciousness and also a manifestation of a demon’s strength. Just a reminder—if you encounter a demon with a very big and fierce flame on its tail, make sure to run away quickly. If you get caught, your marrow will be drained.”
She smiled sweetly while advising Fisher, then he looked at the flickering little flame on her tail, which appeared to be on the verge of extinguishing, and momentarily couldn’t determine whether her words were true or false.
“Aside from that, the tail can also determine the quality of prey, just like this.”
As her words fell, the tail instantly twisted toward Fisher like lightning, and Fisher reacted quickly, extending his hand to grab the tail. However, the end of the tail nimbly twisted, and the arrow-like tip lightly pricked Fisher’s skin.
There was no pain at all; the flame completely embedded itself into Fisher’s skin. Before his eyes, a drop of blood flowed back through the tip of the tail into Eil’s flame.
In the next moment, the flame flickered, and the arrow tip of the tail detached from Fisher’s body.
Eil turned to look at Fisher, a bubbling “glug glug” sound emerging from deep within her throat, as if magma were boiling, her eyes becoming increasingly bright, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.
“Well, the quality of your liquid is extremely high; it might even allow me to produce little demons.”
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