38: Chapter 38 The Girl’s Little Scheme 38: Chapter 38 The Girl’s Little Scheme Editor: Atlas Studios August 2nd, afternoon.
There are still twenty-nine days before he leaves Moon Castle.
Anvis, as usual, sits in the Book Collection Room, reading about magic knowledge.
However, today there is a factor different from the usual…
Lying on the soft long sofa, Fiona forcefully closes the book she was holding and flings aside the book “Engraving Array—Binding Type” that was giving her a headache.
She flips over without any grace, her whole demeanor expressing a loss of interest in life.
The book she threw did not hit the ground but stopped in mid-air after tracing a parabola.
A light cyan Magic Light glows from the number on the spine, and under the invisible Magic Effect, the thick book returned itself to its original position.
“This is the third time you’ve said that today, Fei.”
Anvis slightly lifts his head, glancing at the girl sprawled on the sofa with his bright blue eyes, speaking with a hint of helplessness.
Upon hearing his words, Fiona does not respond but merely rolls her eyes at him weakly.
Like a dried salted fish just processed, lying under the sun to dry…
Anvis shakes his head, expressing regret at the girl’s reaction, then continues to flip to the next page of the book in his hands.
The cause of this phenomenon stems from a practical lesson the two attended together a few days ago.
The practical projects are part of the study that started once they reached the First Rank, personally taught by the Duke.
Near the end, Fiona unintentionally asked a very elementary question.
The answer to this question should have been covered last November in the Epigraphy course as important knowledge.
Although Anvis noticed the problem and immediately tried to cover for her, the Duke became suspicious and casually asked a few related questions to test them.
Fiona’s progress in Epigraphy was a complete mess.
Anvis tried to help her but ended up getting himself in trouble too.
As punishment, the two were under house arrest for half a month, with their free time each day restricted to reading in the Family’s Great Library.
For Anvis, this was no different than usual life.
But for the lively and active Fiona, it was the harshest punishment.
In the first few days, the situation was somewhat better, and Fiona could barely restrain her nature to read those ‘boring’ magical knowledge.
But as time passed, the instances of her idleness increased.
“In the next practical lesson, Father will definitely ask some questions to test our learning progress.”
While reading, Anvis speaks as if inadvertently.
“If there’s another issue, my dear sister—you might receive a punishment beyond what you’re experiencing now.”
I just don’t want to look at those headache-inducing, terrible Epigraphy knowledge anymore!!!”
The girl mumbles quietly, lying on the sofa with her eyes closed, her pink little mouth pouting high, with a cute light-blue butterfly bow swaying.
Although she says this, her eyes secretly open a slit, sneakily glancing at Anvis, seemingly hoping for something.
“Oh, if that’s the case, then why don’t you rest for a while—”
Anvis calmly agrees, then continues to read.
The salted fish-like girl, not getting the answer she wanted, turns around angrily, lying on the sofa on her back.
Her lake-like big eyes stare intensely at Anvis’s profile.
“…It seems there’s some kind of evil gaze watching me.”
Anvis feels the palpable gaze, his eye corners twitch slightly, and his movements on hand become unnaturally stiff.
She’s mixing spiritual power into her gaze!
Slowly, the discomfort grows stronger, greatly reducing Anvis’s reading efficiency.
Anvis lets out a light sigh, takes out a bronze bookmark from the drawer, and places it at the current page.
Then, he closes the “Tune the Strings of Destiny” in his hand and places it on the table.
Patting his face gently and putting on a slightly helpless smile, he turns towards the girl on the sofa, and his tone becomes soft.
“Alright, Fei, how about I tell you a story?”
Upon hearing Anvis’s words, Fiona flips over again, propping her chin with both hands, her beautiful lake-blue eyes gazing at him with feigned innocence.
Her two small feet clad in white socks tilt upwards, playfully swaying back and forth.
“Brother, what did you say~?”
“I said, do you want to hear me tell a story or not?”
Anvis maintains his smile, but his eyebrows raise a little, and his left hand casually pinches his right fist, looking at the pretending girl with a hint of danger in his tone.
“Of course, if you don’t want to, never mind—”
The girl eagerly nods, her face full of innocent and cute smiles, but the slight pride in her eyes betrays her.
Hehe, plan success~~!
Previously, Anvis would occasionally tell Fiona some stories.
Those stories were very novel and interesting, something the girl had never heard before.
For instance, Little Red Riding Hood ate the invading wolf and then had a grand fight with the mastermind, Grandma, shaking the Starry Sky, and even extinguishing the **.
Afterwards, the aftermath of the battle attracted the Star Eaters, transforming the two into the Clan of Stars, commencing the Eternal Fateful Battle, and so on…
However, Anvis never finished his stories in one go, often telling only half or even a third, frequently leaving Fiona extremely curious about the story’s developments.
Because of this, she specifically went to the biography section of the Book Collection Room, hoping to find the stories Anvis told her.
Ultimately, she was surprised to find that the stories Anvis told her weren’t even recorded in the Family’s Great Library!
She went to inquire about the origin of the stories, and Anvis, while reading, naturally told her that these stories were his original creations based on books he had read, and nonchalantly claimed it was nothing much.
From then on, Fiona began to look up to Anvis.
Looking at the little girl, still smugly pleased with herself, Anvis didn’t disclose anything.
He moved the chair next to the girl, sat down with a smile, and began to tell a story she had never heard, a brand new one.
“Once upon a time, there was a beautiful girl, and her name was also Fiona.
She was around your age, with a figure as tall as yours, possessing the same lake-like pure sapphire blue eyes and sunny golden hair as brilliant as yours.
On a midsummer afternoon, after finishing her day’s lessons, she went to play in a meadow not far from home.
There bloom pale purple hyacinths, dusky blue rosemary, and pure white Wind Bell Grass.
A clear creek flows out from the forest on one side, babbling through the vibrant meadow, merging into a vast, sapphire-like lake in the distance, with several robust Mangul Willows leisurely growing along the riverbank.
Yes, just like the meadow below the castle hill.”