The Devil WithInn 134 Apologies Again

He really didn't get how his supposedly "unsociable" brother became so attached to this strange girl he's currently carrying in just a short amount of time. Back when they first met, it even took Favian about a month before Raghnall voluntarily spoke to him. And to think this girl did it for a mere few days.

Did he saw Aril in her? Is that why he wanted to help her so bad?

So that he can make up for his past wrong doings?

Is that it?

Favian sighed at the sad thought as he looked at her in pity. Then, he slowly walked towards her dorm, offering a gentle knock on the door. After a few moments of someone shuffling for the door, Ulima's disheveled look slightly startled Favian.

"What do you want? I'm busy with some--"

Ulima was about to lash out in annoyance when he saw the devil on Favian's hands.

"What did she do this time?"

He gave the sleeping Inna an exasperated look as he question Favian.

"I need to take her to her room now. It's urgent."

Favian muttered as he barged inside the dorms rudely.

He didn't know who Ulima was because Ulima wasn't wearing his professor's robe so Favian a.s.sumed that he must be someone who was sent to clean up the place.

In his defense, Ulima looked unkempt and slightly dirty as well. And he was wearing a brown robe that most workers in the academy wear for either working or casting spells that have messy outcomes. Hence, he thoroughly mistook him as a cleaner.

And so, he knew better than telling a cleaner that somebody's been poisoned. Who knows, it might spread throughout the academy that 'he' was the one who poisoned her.

He knew how twisted rumours would get once pa.s.sed down from person to person so he learned to be careful.

"Hey!" Ulima squeaked out in shock but after being rudely ignored by Favian, he just gave up and followed Favian up to Inna's room. He sneaked a glance at Inna and her sleeping face as Favian carefully carried her up the stairs.

Seeing her sleeping so peacefully on Favian's arms was certainly a weird sight for Ulima. He was never used to her being calm and staying put in one place.

Well, unless she's eating.

Meanwhile, Favian calmly directed himself to her room that he was able to pinpoint according to Raghnall's instructions that was sent through telepathy. And when he opened the room, the intense waft of dispersed magic particles immediately alarmed Favian.

Did someone recently casted multiple spells in here?

That's impossible. Inna was out the whole morning.

Unless, someone sneaked in and practiced their spells?

Despite being suspicious, Favian figured that there wasn't any time to spare so he decided to just shrug it off.

It's not his business anyways.

So, with the highest degree of caution, he slowly lowered Inna on her bed. Then, he turned around to ask Ulima, who he sensed was by the door, something but Ulima spoke before Favian could speak.

"What's happening? As the prefect professor in charge of the lily dorms, I demand an explanation! It's worrying enough that a grown man know of her room's location without any aid needed, now the said man wouldn't even utter a single word of reason!"

Favian's eyes widened as he finally realized his mistake.

The prefect of the Lily dorms!

Only one man would be crazy enough to take that responsibility!

The hermit professor Ulima! The one who was famously known for not stepping out of his house unless he had cla.s.ses to teach!

Such stupidity to actually mistake the great magic theorist for a cleaner!

Favian placed his left hand on the right side of his chest as he bowed but he only did it in a span of mere seconds. After the formal greeting, he immediately reached out from his white spatial pouch to get paper and pen. With both on hand, he started to write on Inna's desk on the side of her room as he explained himself to Ulima.

"Thousands of apologies, Professor Ulima. A student under your dorm has been poisoned and it is urgent for me to try and get rid of it. The poison's ident.i.ty is unknown and the quant.i.ty and location is unknown as well save for the fact that most of the poison has bren dissolved by healing spells. Though, there might be a chance that it is not that grave, I fear for it to be a serious case hence, I rudely barged into the dorms."

Ulima's eyes held disbelief as he peered at Inna's sleeping form. She didn't look that sick to him by the distance but when he drew closer, he finally saw the clear picture.

Inna's face was pale and white as a sheet and her lips were faintly dyed with a hue of purple. She looked fairly sick but it didn't seem that serious under his eyes.

"Why don't you just call the Healers? If that still didn't work, why didn't you call a physician instead? Those old man can cure sicknesses that magic couldn't even do. Surely they can cure this poison."

Favian stopped writing his notes as he peered at Ulima with an exasperated look.

"Apologies again for the rudeness, Professor Ulima, but with all the respect I can muster through my words, she is unfortunately from the Lily Cla.s.s. The only help she'll be getting is a prepared s.p.a.ce behind the academy to bury her dead body."

With that, Ulima finally realized the reality of the situation and he was speechless because it technically was true.

The Lily cla.s.s were deemed abandoned after all. No one would dare to waste their time trying to save the students that's been deemed broken or useless in the academy of geniuses.

In fact, the best thing Lily cla.s.s students could do was to leave.

If they leave, they can still be technically considered better than the rest of the average people. But then again, they'll be deemed forever 'second-rate' and a 'failure' of a genius. But that still is better than being dead and buried behind the academy. Though, just a few decades ago, he was told that the people outside of the academy strangely had this strange concept of students recieving great honor for dying inside the academy. It probably started when, in order to avoid shame, their families spread false ideas about how their children were able to die from being too eager to learn, and that they were 'geniuses' or the 'best of the best' that the Supreme G.o.d had decided to take them early, fearing that they would cause a great s.h.i.+ft in the world's balance. And now, this idea of glorifying the action of dying inside the academy has left the previous lily cla.s.s students with no escape route.

After all, if they were to leave, it would bring great dishonor and shame to themselves and to their families. But if they were to stay, all they could ever hope for is to live to see another day.