Became the Golden Sun of the Academy

18 – The Butterfly Effect

Sylvia.

As a saintess with tens of millions of church members, she was always forced to look elegant and cultured.

Since she has lived as a saint, she is not used to interacting with men. She

She sometimes put her hands on her for prayer or healing, but that was only in her position that she put her hands on herself.

She was saying that she had never been with a man as if she was being attacked.

“It has become a difficult situation… ….”

At first, it was as if he was holding the fallen Adele in his arms, but now he is holding him in his arms to keep him from collapsing.

The reason he fell was probably due to exhaustion of mana, but since he didn’t have enough energy right now, it was too much to treat him, and he had to wait for him to wake up naturally.

I would have considered putting Adele on the ground if I hadn’t been frail, but now I just regretted his frail body, which didn’t even have the strength to push him off.

“… ….”

After waiting so long, Adele’s breath brushing against her cheeks and neck gave her the first stimulation she had ever experienced in her life, making her shudder.

It was a stimuli that was far from Sylvia, which made me feel itchy and strange.

Anyway, it’s difficult. Sylvia muttered to herself for no reason.

“Alessia will come to help if the barrier disappears soon.”

Even though the sorcerer who opened the barrier died, the barrier did not disappear easily, perhaps because of the thoughts contained in the witch’s blood.

At this rate, the barrier should remain for at least a few hours, but if it continues like this until then, there will be problems in many ways.

The biggest problem was, of course, the physiological part.

She’s fine now, but if she makes a mistake, she might end up exhausted in a wheelchair while still being a saint.

Even if she wasn’t a saint, it was an unacceptable situation for her as a woman, so she hoped that she wouldn’t go to that extent.

“It’s not a problem that can be solved by worrying, so you shouldn’t worry about it.”

Sylvia, who had nothing more to say, did not blow a single wind, and she just sat still and breathed in the noiseless barrier.

… ….

A world where silence flows.

Thump, pound.

All I can hear is Adele’s heartbeat and breathing.

A peaceful atmosphere where you can’t imagine that there was a lot of commotion.

In the midst of that peace, Sylvia suddenly wondered when did she stand still without doing anything like this? A question came to her mind.

She isn’t, at least not after she becomes a saint.

After becoming a saint, she was always busy leading her weak body, and she relieved the accumulated fatigue by lying in bed and sleeping for more than a day and a half.

She had no time to catch her breath.

─It’s the same person as a saint. It is natural to rest when you are resting.

She remembered what Adele had said to her the other day.

“You’re not pretending to lose your mind to give me a break, are you?”

She couldn’t possibly do that, but she asked with one heart in case.

“… ….”

Of course, she didn’t answer back.

Looking back, it was clear that Adele had lost her mind.

“Well, maybe not intentionally, but thanks to you, I have a chance to catch my breath.”

Sylvia quietly closed her eyes.

She’s not to sleep, but to take a break.

Then, for the first time in a long time, her wandering thoughts bloomed.

Adele Heights.

Her

The one who healed her injured Lucy Belle Mail and tried to hide what she was trying to hide, even at the expense of her stigma.

That was my first impression of her.

It’s not bad, but it’s not even good enough.

But today, that impression has changed a bit.

A person who can give of himself to help those in danger.

A person who is willing to throw himself into the barrier where the terrorists are to save himself even though he has run out of mana.

Maybe you are a foolish loser, but maybe you are a person who pursues an ideal.

A person who thinks that his or her ideal may be similar to his or her ideal.

“I’ll remember what I owe you today, Adele.”

Sylvia leaned her head on her shoulder, holding her in her arms.

Now that I don’t have to worry about anyone’s gaze, I wanted to rest more comfortably.

I could not tell who’s heartbeat was heard regularly.

It was like a lullaby, so I felt at ease.

Soon my eyelids became heavy and I couldn’t open them anymore.

Sylvia fell into a deep sleep after a long time.

* * *

Somehow, the case seemed to have been resolved.

Adele and Sylvia, who were trapped in the barrier, were rescued intact after a while, and the witches were subdued and taken away by the professor and Alessia.

When Adele came to his senses, he was shocked to hear that he had been leaning on Sylvia when he was rescued.

She dared to say that it was not her intention, but she dared to put her hand on the saintess’ body, which was a problem that might lead to trouble, but since she herself said it was okay, she wouldn’t get hurt.

“But, should I call it the best academy in the empire?”

Even though such talented people once swept through the academy, all damage was repaired in just half a day and an environment in which students could listen to lectures was created.

The disposition of the witches who attacked the academy is not known to the outside world, but most likely they will rot in prison or be executed after digging up information about witches.

Adele lifted his head and glanced around the classroom.

There was no big difference in the number of students compared to when she took the lecture a few days ago.

Students who did not come are admitted to the hospital and receiving treatment, and it is said that not many students died from the witch’s attack.

This must be thanks to Sylvia’s hard work.

She was in a quiet lecture room thinking about that before the lecture started.

“Um…… ?”

Frigidly, fidgety.

There was a guy approaching her, wriggling her body to see if he was a caterpillar or an earthworm.

“… ….”

Adele felt her presence and she seemed to be glancing in her direction, so she turned her head away and picked up her book, which was near her, and pretended to read.

She notes that she was reading the book backwards.

“…… ?”

Adele wasn’t the only one who couldn’t figure out what the scene was about.

Anastasia, the owner of the book Lucy picked up, was also staring blankly at Lucy, wondering if she was a bastard or a new type of bully.

“That’s my book.”

“Oh, right? Yes, it’s your book. Sorry. I was a little confused.”

Lucy put the book down in embarrassment.

A shabby and worn cover.

It was a book that Adele borrowed and read before the Dalian.

Anastasia nimbly grabbed the book and hugged it.

Then she cast her wary glance at her thief who was aiming for her own book.

Unable to overcome her silent pressure, Lucy had to leave the place as if being kicked out.

“Ew, what are you doing here… ….”

Lucy staggered and moved his steps.

The steps stopped in front of Adele’s seat, her hands resting on the desk.

“Adele.”

I thought about it yesterday and today.

Should Adele thank her for saving her or not?

When she saved her from the bullies, she didn’t bother to thank Adele for what she had done and never apologized, but this time it was a little different.

Monsters.

Unlike the bullies, it would be risking one’s life to deal with those guys who couldn’t communicate with each other.

Of course, it wasn’t Adele who was dealing with the monster, but just by moving her steps, it was an act of taking the risk that she might be attacked at any moment.

Shouldn’t the fact that he took such a risk to save himself should be considered separately from what had happened up to this point?

Thinking and thinking, Lucy decided after much thought that it was only right to say thank you, and stood in front of Adele with all her heart.

“…… Ha, my head is pounding.”

When her own name was called, Adele sighed and touched her forehead.

Adele sighed at the fact that Lucy had come to thank herself, not Kyle, but Lucy, who did not know that, was worried that it might be the aftermath of her injury.

What if she was injured trying to save herself?

Wouldn’t it be enough just to say thank you?

In a corner of my heart that was filled with hatred towards Adele, I felt a sense of guilt sprouting.

“Aren’t you sick?”

“It’s nothing, don’t worry about it. So what’s your business?”

“That… ….”

Lucy wiggled his fingers on his desk.

It was because I had a physiological reluctance to express my gratitude to Adele.

It was only natural that I had suffered so much up until this point.

“If.”

Adele said as Lucy couldn’t open her mouth easily.

“If you intend to thank me, you don’t have to.”

Lucy’s expression seemed to ask what he was talking about.

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“I didn’t save you to be grateful to you, and I didn’t do it to apologize for what I’ve done to you.”

So don’t change her feelings for Adele.

The point was this, but I felt that it had gone too far to say it directly, so I didn’t say it out loud.

“Should I do as you say?”

But those words actually pushed Lucy’s back.

“You don’t like it? I have no intention of listening to you. Therefore.”

The repulsiveness toward Adele was because she was engraved in her head that she did not listen to Adele.

“Thank you for saving me, Tsar.”

After giving such a humble thanks, Lucy ran to her seat.

Hurrying up his stairs, he tripped and fell. Who wouldn’t have seen it?

“Teasha…… ?”

After receiving the unwanted apology, Adele felt her head hurt as if she had been beaten with a hammer.