Chapter 59 Sylvia thoughts.

Chapter 59 Sylvia thoughts.

[Sylvia's POV]

The relaxing waters of the beautiful, warm bath washed away my body's tension as I lowered myself into it. The bathroom was embellished with marble tiles and gleaming silver accents, and I put my back against the tub's edge, burying my entire body in the tub. Only my neck and a portion of her shoulders were exposed.

"Buzz... buzz..." The familiar buzzing of my communication device, RuneCaller, disrupted my peaceful moment, and I groped for the device, sighing.

The call came from none other than Ember Odette Melisande, Headmaster of the esteemed Darkoina Continent Academy.

"It's a pleasure to hear from you," I responded, my voice warm because she is one of my few close friends.

Years of teamwork and understanding had resulted in mutual respect between the two of us.

"Hello, Sylvia," replied Headmaster Ember. "Everything is well on your end."

My black hair cascaded over me like a curtain as I nodded. "Everything is OK here, Headmaster. "How can I help you today?"

As she spoke, the headmaster's tone became more solemn. "I've made preparations for my granddaughters.They're both talented, and I believe they'd be excellent disciples for you, as one of them even wields a spear like you. In around six months, they'll come to train with you for a few months."

I arched my eyebrows in curiosity. "Your granddaughters? You mean Nadya and Elysia? That's quite an honor, Headmaster. I appreciate your trust in my abilities."

However, the headmaster's next words surprised me. "But it seems there's something I don't know. You sound a bit hesitant, Sylvia."

I couldn't help but chuckle. She knows me all too well. "It's not that, Headmaster. You see, I've recently encountered someone-a boy, to be precise-with probably even more promise than your granddaughters."

"You found a disciple? Congratulations, That's good to know you have been looking for one for quite some time. Who is he then, someone I know?".She was both intrusive and interested.

"No, you don't know him, and trust me, he's a good boy, but..." I paused, unsure how to phrase it delicately. "There's only one catch-he's a bit of a pervert."

At times, the way he unashamedly ogled my chest made me want to give him a piece of my mind. But I couldn't help but be annoyed and amused by his antics.

A perplexed pause ensued. "Is he a pervert?" "Are you sure about this, Sylvia?"

Back when we were teenagers, we both received countless confessions of love. However, no one seemed to suit our tastes, leading us to devise a plan to create an ideal partner instead of searching for one. At the time, it sounded like a brilliant idea, but in retrospect, it just felt foolish.

"Come on, you can do it," she teased, struggling to contain her laughter.

"I am going to teach him Phoenix Race Mana Arts," I announced suddenly, which brought her teasing to a halt.

"What? Are you serious?" The princess's tone took a serious turn, and I could feel her anxiety.

"You can't do that, Sylvia. Mother will skin both of us alive and make chicken nuggets from our bodies."

I chuckled at her exaggerated response. "We are both Phoenix. How can she make chicken nuggets from us?"

She retorted, "And she is the mother of all Phoenix. She can do anything."

"Whatever, just take care of her," I replied, my resolve unshaken, as I stepped out of the bath.

"No, you idiot, don't do that, you-" The princess continued to argue, but I cut the call abruptly. I wasn't in the mood for further debate.

With my call to the Phoenix Princess concluded, I left the comfort of my bath and returned to my living quarters. There, I encountered an intriguing sight-Eden, busily cooking a meal and engrossed in a book that appeared to be about the Elven language. I couldn't help but smile as I observed him.

Ever since he learned mana sense, he had started to make good food, and though I hate to admit it, he is starting to come close to my level in cooking.

"What are you doing?" I inquired as I approached him in my bathrobe. However, he didn't reply, but instead, his gaze lingered on my chest for a considerable period.

'Definitely a pervert, I thought as I noticed his gaze wandering over my body.

"Nothing, making lunch for my beautiful Master," he replied, finally snapping out of his daze.

"You do know that I will still beat you up thoroughly, even if you do that," I said, enjoying the discomfort that immediately crossed his face.

Over the last month, I have been beating ahem, I mean training his body rigorously to make it strong enough to support my Aura Arts. If his body wasn't strong enough, it would hurt more every time he used Aura.

"Get ready, Eden; today's lesson will be quite long". I teased him a little more as I headed towards the bedroom.