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Chapter 9
Chapter 9. Shulia Saphile
Early the next morning, Fick was shaken awake by Alice.
“Big Brother, get up. You will be late for school.”
Fick opened his eyes and saw a face looming close before him. Silver-gray hair hung down, brushing against his nose.
He froze for two seconds before remembering that this was his own foul-mouthed, cold-faced younger sister, Alice.
Ẇе b̊ ňо̂ v́ е l Е̃ ṅù mӓ
“What time is it?”
“Almost eight.” Alice was already neatly dressed, and her hair was tied up as well. “Breakfast is on the table. After you eat, I will see you off.”
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Fick sat up and rubbed his eyes.
See me off?
He glanced out the window. The sky had only just begun to brighten, and voices could already be heard from the street.
“There is no need to see me off, is there?” he said. “I am not a child.”
Е n̄ ů mа̊
Alice did not respond. She simply handed over a neatly folded set of clothes.
Fick took them. It was his washed noble coat. The fraying around the collar was still there, but it smelled faintly of soap.
“It dried yesterday? That fast?” he asked.
“Mm.” Alice nodded. “Hurry and put it on. The food will get cold.”
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After breakfast, Alice really did escort him to the academy gate.
Along the way, she barely spoke. She only walked ahead of him, occasionally looking back to confirm that he had not fallen behind.
Ẃе_b n.о̂v̇ е̌ l̇ Ě ň_u m̊à.
At the gate, she stopped and handed the small bundle she was carrying to Fick. “These are my paper, pen, and ink. Big Brother, take them inside. I will go back first,” Alice said. “Granny is going to the market today, and I need to help.”
Fick nodded, turned, and walked inside. Following yesterday’s route, he found the classroom for Year Three, Class D.
As usual, there were not many people in the classroom. Fick found a corner in the last row and sat down, placing the paper and pen he had brought onto the desk.
The paper was coarse parchment, its edges rough, but it could be used. The pen was a quill, and the ink bottle had been borrowed from Alice. It was wrapped in old cloth to keep it from spilling.
Once he sat down, he raised his head and glanced around.
The people in the rows ahead were turning back to look at him.
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Someone muttered softly, “Is that not the one from House Louis…”
“He actually brought paper and a pen?”
“A military noble taking notes? How rare.”
“If he can keep it up for a week, perhaps he might be worth getting acquainted with.”
Fick did not hear clearly what they were saying. He merely assumed they were looking down on him because he was dressed poorly.
Nobles really are a pack of snobs. Except for me.
Еñ ǔ m̀а . їd
He lowered his head, pretended to organize the paper and pen, and waited for the teacher to arrive.
A while later, an old man in a black robe walked in, knocked on the lectern, and began class.
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The subject was knightly military history. Some battle in some year, some knight fighting a hundred men alone. Fick listened for a few sentences, found it boring, and lowered his head to begin writing.
He picked up the quill, dipped it in ink, and drew it across the paper.
No words appeared. Fick tried again. Still nothing.
He changed the angle and drew once more. A crooked line appeared on the paper, and the ink bled into a blot.
Е ń_u_m а̇
He had forgotten—his old self had been a pure layabout and had never used a quill at all.
Fick tried adjusting his grip, tried controlling the pressure, and tried writing the way he had seen people do in dramas in his previous life.
What he produced looked suspiciously like an incantation for summoning an ancient god.
Someone in the front row turned back to glance at him, then turned away again.
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Fick stared at the sheet of paper, feeling a little hopeless.
After struggling for half a day, he had not written even a single proper word. If Alice found out, she would laugh herself to death.
Ėńŭ m̂а
He held it in until the afternoon, then slunk home in defeat. Alice said nothing.
On the second day, he still could not hold the pen properly.
On the third, fourth, and fifth days, Alice asked whether Fick was having some difficulty, but Fick was too embarrassed to mention it.
By the sixth day, some nobles already wanted to get to know Fick. But when they saw that he always wore a foul expression, they were all frightened away. The nobles began spreading rumors that there was a military noble who had actually taken notes for an entire week. Later, that rumor turned into a proud military noble in Year Three who aspired to change the Saphile Empire and restore clarity to the world.
…
One week later, graduation season was approaching, though that had nothing to do with Fick. In any case, he was going to repeat the year as usual.
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Fick continued practicing the opening as usual. While he was still agonizing over it, a slender hand wearing a black fingerless glove suddenly reached over and took his pen. Fick turned his head and saw that it was the rich young lady from last week.
Her slightly curled, light-brown hair fell around her face. One of her eyes was a bright golden yellow, while the other was playfully narrowed. At the corner of her mouth, besides a sly and confident smile, there was a faint scar. Compared to Alice, well, she was too mysterious and lacked cuteness.
Previously, he had been focused only on the Azure Crystal and had not looked closely at what she looked like. Only now, at such close range, did he notice that she wore clothing mainly in white, matched with black lines. Her collar was decorated with exquisite golden buttons and ornaments.
On the desk in front of her sat a small black top hat. The brim was decorated with a pure white flower and a layer of translucent veil, elegant and distinctive.
“My name is Shulia Saphile,” she wrote on the paper. Her handwriting was quite beautiful.
Your novel was pretty good—Fick had almost said that instinctively, but when he remembered that royal reading materials were forbidden to ordinary people, he quickly shut his mouth.
Еn̂ũ m а . і̄d̄
Shulia set down the quill, lightly tapped Fick’s skull with a finger, and wrote on the paper again: “Please place your right hand on my desk and relax.”
Who is this, some demon enslaver? She is just a beautiful royal young lady with money. Why should I agree?
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Fick moved his right hand over. Shulia removed the glove from her own right hand and gently placed her fingers over it. Fick felt a chill, as if he were touching a corpse.
“I am alive.”
“Who is talking? Telepathy? Is that you? Why not speak normally? The teachers here cannot control nobles anyway.” Fick pulled his hand back at lightning speed and fired off questions just as quickly. Before Shulia could cover Fick’s mouth—
“I am the headmaster! The active Deputy Commander of the Royal Lion Order! Who exactly do I not control? You two whispering in the back row, stand outside for the entire morning!” the old man roared. Fick shivered.
Е ṅum̄à
Old-timer, you win.
Fick and Shulia picked up their paper, pens, and ink, then obediently stood side by side in the corridor.
Seeing that there was no one around, Shulia covered her forehead and sighed softly. Then she extended her right hand toward Fick. Fick reluctantly handed her his left.
“I did not bring your money pouch.”
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“Whatever. Are you not a military noble? You should have gone up and fought him just now. If anything happened, I would vouch for you.”
“Vouch for my medical bills, or for my inheritance?”
Ẇ е b̌ǹov̌ е̌l̄ Ě n̊_u m̃ ӑ
“Your venomous tongue does not lose to Alice’s. In fact, it surpasses hers by a level. I, Shulia Saphile, am willing to call you the strongest.”
“Palace Jade Liquor?”
“? What is that? I have never drunk it.”
“Odd changes, even stays?”
“What on earth are you talking about?”
…
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After thirty minutes of Fick’s information bombardment, Shulia was completely bewildered. She only concluded that Fick had smoked too many Magic Crystals, so his mind was not quite normal.
“I heard you turned over a new leaf?”
Fick looked at her with disdain. “The old ice-smoking maniac Fick is already dead. I am now Good Man Fick.”
“I still have a piece of Gray Crystal. I will give you two silver Manes. Perform for me again, would you?” Shulia gave him a royal-style false smile, while one hand took two silver Manes from her pocket.
Fick scoffed. “Even if I, Fick, starve to death, I will not smoke Gray Crystal.”
If I smoke such low-grade Magic Crystal, something might go wrong. This mysterious royal noble came specifically to find me, too. It is better not to accept recklessly. Of course, if you gave me a Azure Crystal and another ten silver Manes, I would seriously consider it.
Е̊n̂üḿ ȧ.
“You have become impressive. You even look down on two silver Manes now. That is my allowance for an entire day, you know.”
“That is not much for royalty.”
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“True. My family is strict. Also, compared to those royal nobles in the Holy City, I am only from a collateral branch.”
The two gradually began chatting freely. Fick complained that he now felt exactly like someone in a knight novel: first a common nobody, then meeting a royal princess. Could she please show him some respect and make him a Royal Knight?
Shulia shook her head and said that it was better to read less of that sort of thing. Reading too much was bad for the brain. By comparison, even reading smut from a small workshop counted as studying physiology.
Fick had just complained that he had been planning to write one himself, and Shulia immediately asked curiously about the specific contents.
Ẇе̇ b̃ n о̃vё l Ĕ n.ü m̄а̌
“If I tell you, will you help me write it?”
“If it is exciting enough, that is not impossible.”
Having a royal noble backing him was always good, so Fick roughly told her the first half.
Shulia only listened quietly. Now and then, she stared at him for a while, and the trace of teasing in her eyes faded.
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If this book were written, His Majesty would definitely be interested.
…
Ѐ ńumа
“What are you two standing there in a daze for? You are even holding hands now. Am I Cupid? Get out of here and eat!” The headmaster was furious. He had personally pushed that ice fiend brat into climbing up to a royal young lady. That hurt him more than killing him.
“All right, all right.”
Only then did Shulia come back to her senses. She had actually listened for two hours to the kind of knight novel she had always hated, and she had even become absorbed in it.
She turned to Fick and said, “Let’s go eat first. My treat. After we eat, we will rest under the apple tree together, and I will help you write it properly.”
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