Chapter 179: Demon in the Bottle – 18
Pyrene closed her eyes and then opened them again.
In a brief moment, a myriad of emotions flickered across her face.
Since that day, she had always been with her mentor.
She even attended her mentors funeral, holding him close to her chest.
Pyrene suppressed the urge to laugh when she saw Elpara, their focal point, shedding tears.
She was the one who always came to meet the mentor, unbuttoning her chest and thigh buttons.
Forty years old but acting like a fool.
Next to the mentor, who was twenty years younger than her.
Do I not need to inform the other professors?
The memorial service was held a month after the accident.
As she fully embraced the demon in her mentors place, the demon became accustomed to its own mask.
Now, they could converse with each other naturally without the need to search for information.
Yeah. You heard about the existence of the Black Magician, the mastermind of the terror incident. If my survival is known to him, everyone is in danger.
He said so and added a word.
Words that she would like.
You are the only one I trust.
She smiled at his words.
Since the mentor became like this, she felt increasingly dependent on him.
I dont know why hes trying so hard to hide his survival from his colleagues.
I couldnt even understand why the Black Magician was targeting the mentor.
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She decided to follow the words of her respected mentor.
Thats the way to become a beloved disciple.
After the memorial service, she traveled with the mentor.
The mentor wanted to see the world.
Pyrene traveled around the world with a trunk and a bottle in her arms.
It was their long-awaited life alone with the mentor.
The mentor acted like a person who had just come out into the world.
He reacted to every little thing.
Sometimes he didnt even know common knowledge.
But Pyrene didnt doubt the mentors identity for a moment.
It was natural for memory to be impaired when one changed so terribly.
On the contrary, she was glad that he remembered the trivial conversations he had with her even though he forgot important things. It was evidence that she was such an important person to the mentor.
The mentor sometimes wanted to come out of the flask.
But unfortunately, he couldnt.
Pyrene already recognized him not as a monster but as a person.
She couldnt use her Inspira on humans.
Once out of the bottle, he might not be able to go back in.
Even the demon in the disease agreed with her opinion.
So he gave her instructions if he needed anything.
She did whatever he asked.
Among them, there were things that she didnt understand and things that she was reluctant to do.
Still, she silently obeyed the mentors commands.
Thank you for being my disciple, Pyri.
The mentors recognition and praise were enough.
He worried about her future as well.
He suggested that she challenge the position of a professor at Lekachep.
She knew how difficult it would be.
The trainer who was teaching the taming course after the mentor, was a top-ranked trainer in the industry.
She didnt think she could dare to take the place of the mentor.
You are my disciple, Pyri. Just trust me.
The mentor knew what kind of test the school would give her.
A brief visit to the Garden of Whispers was enough.
He trained her to confront the professor according to the answers to the test.
Pyrene passed all the tasks given by the school with full marks.
The professor who was in charge of the taming course gladly handed over her position when an outstanding talent like Pyrene appeared.
Apprentice of Ursus? Indeed! Who else but he could cultivate such a person as yourself! You travelled around the world for a long time to broaden your horizons and build your skills, right? Welcome, Professor Pyrene!
Thanks to him, she became a professor at Lekachep at the age of thirty.
Taking over the mentors position, she felt her heart swell.
She was officially recognized as the mentors successor.
Its all thanks to the mentor.
Its all thanks to your efforts.
Even after coming to school, the mentors strange demands didnt stop.
He could provide as much information as she wanted.
She provided rare books he wanted to read and rare items he wanted.
Sometimes she even conducted magical experiments that made her feel uneasy on his behalf.
But the strangest thing he demanded was separate.
It was collecting creatures infected with the Debulroots.
Creatures mutated by the Debulroots often appeared at auctions.
There were people called monster collectors who actively traded such creatures.
But what the mentor wanted was creatures still in the process of developing Debulroots.
And when she sang the last song, she felt a floating sensation in her consciousness.
But she kept going.
The show had to go on, a mindset deeply ingrained in the acrobats rituals.
And especially as an elite course graduate, there was no question about it.
She couldnt stop the performance just because she felt a little dizzy.
Moreover, the sponsor behind the screen for this stage she had devised was present.
In the industrys network.
She had to show a good performance.
The ritual lasted for a few minutes.
As the last movement stopped and the last line left Claras lips.
At that moment.
Magic was activated.
As Clara waited for the organizer of this stage to come out after finishing the ritual and looking behind the screen, she felt something wriggling inside her body.
Cough!
She clutched her throat and collapsed to the floor.
Her breath was choked.
Something was coming out of her throat and into her mouth.
Cough, cough, cough! Pro-professor! My, my body!
She urgently looked for Pyrene.
She thought she would do something to help.
But when she looked up at where the professor was supposed to be, she froze.
The professor wasnt even looking at her.
She had a joyful expression on her face.
Toward the screen where her acquaintance was.
Master!
Master?
Clara recalled the presence of a master, whom Pyrene mentioned during their usual class time.
Ursus, one of the Famous Five.
Why was he, who had died long ago here?
But she couldnt think further about him.
A tingling sensation ran through her entire body.
Guek!
Something gushed out of her mouth.
It was a viscous, slimy substance.
It poured out from every hole in her body.
Heek!
She slumped to the floor with a gasp, like a deflated doll.
Clara tried to scream.
But no sound came out.
Her muscles felt heavy, as if they had melted.
She tried to look at her body.
But even her vision was chaotic.
It was like looking through dozens of randomly overlapped lenses.
It felt like struggling in swirling waves.
Then, she heard the professors voice.
Clara, come here. This place is safe.
Professor? Youre the professor? Whats happening?
Come on, come in here. Do you trust me? Everything will be okay if you come in here.
In the confusion, Clara remembered the professors face.
Professor Pyrene.
Always kind to students, understanding of their hearts.
The one who saved her.
Ah, professor. Ill go.
That way, she threw herself into a sparkling light.
The viscous, slimy substance Clara had poured out flowed into the glass jar.
She didnt know where she was.
But she felt very comfortable and cozy.
Her vision, hearing, and sense of touch all returned to normal.
She looked at the scene beyond the glass jar.
There was her favorite professor.
And next to her, she saw another person.
Clara couldnt help but be astonished at her.
She looked very familiar.
Too familiar
An 18-year-old girl with blue hair and a modest style.
The face she saw every morning in the mirror.
She was none other than herself.
It worked.
The girl once known as Clara, once inside the bottle, smiled.
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