Chapter 154:

The tranquil mansion of the lady.

After lunch, I was enjoying tea time, dipping rustic scorched rice in my teacup and nodding contentedly.

“Ah... There’s nothing better than scorched rice for overindulgence.”

Wiestive drink like Gas Whal Myung Su in this world.

Having binged at Friends of the Forest after a long time, my stomach hadn’t settled. But eating scorched rice made me feel comfortable.

Scorched rice was better than Americano, indeed.

As I placed the steaming cup of scorched rice on the table and enjoyed the cool breeze.

“Ricardo.”

The lady, sniffing the appealing aroma, looked at the teacup of scorched rice and asked.

“What are you eating?”

“It’s scorched rice.”

“Scorched rice...?”

“Ah. Maybe ‘burnt water’ would be more accurate?”

“Burnt water?”

“Think of it as a drink old men enjoy.”

“Are you an old man?”

“No?”

The lady leaned closer to the table and repeatedly sniffed the scorched rice.

Curious about the brownish liquid in front of her.

Like a curious cat, she brought her cheek close to the table and rolled her eyes as she asked.

“Is it tasty?”

“No. It’s just toasty.”

“Hmm...”

The lady cautiously glanced at me before slowly reaching for the scorched rice on the table.

Seeing her adorably sneaking a taste, I pretended not to notice, looking out the window, and murmured to myself with a hidden smile, “The weather’s nice.”

“Whooo...”

With the sound of stirring and the lady’s breath blowing to cool the tea.

Then came the sound of a small, cute sip.

“Oh...!”

Tasting scorched rice for the first time, the lady’s eyes widened adorably.

She seemed to like this commoner’s food.

Smiling at the lady’s surprisingly undistinguished palate, I watched her.

“Is it tasty?”

“Eek...?!”

Caught sneaking a taste, the lady quickly withdrew from the teacup, feigning ignorance.

“I didn’t eat it!”

Turning a defiant face to the window, she pretended not to understand, but under my steady gaze, she pouted and fiddled with the cup.

“It was just a little.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“Were you going to?”

“When have I ever scolded you for eating something?”

“Yes, you have.”

“...That’s true.”

Seeing her respond so dejectedly, I smiled and made eye contact with the lady.

“So, it was tasty?”

“Yes. It has a peculiar taste, very toasty and makes you feel healthy. It’s not about the taste, it’s oddly appealing.”

“Oh... The lady is aging.”

“No! I’m young!”

“Everyone says that.”

“Chit...”



Student council members were entering the office one by one to discuss incidents that occurred before the new semester even started.

The second-year representative.

The third-year representative.

Treasurer. Secretary. The disciplinary committee members, all qualifying students were entering the student council office.

And outside that door, a green-haired young man waited anxiously for someone.

“Why aren’t they coming...”

Ruin muttered anxiously, gnawing on his fingernails. Even though he arrived first, the person he awaited was nowhere in sight.

Since that day, Ruin had been mentally strained as he could no longer use his unique magic.

It was the magic that set him apart, his unique talent.

Now that his ability to efficiently create fire magic was gone, Ruin felt like a blank slate.

While he could still use magic, his learning had slowed significantly. Having dedicated his life to studying and mastering flame magic, the absence of his ability ‘Fire Script’ equated to ruin.

Ruin’s self-esteem plummeted.

And the only person who could help him was just one.

She couldn’t solve the fundamental problem, but she could ease the burden on his heart. Only one person. Only Yuria.

Ruin awaited Yuria.

He wanted to confess his mistakes and explain his situation.

Feeling stressed and needing consolation, Ruin stood by the student council office door, waiting.

About ten minutes passed.

A familiar silhouette appeared in the distance, catching Ruin’s eye.

‘Yuria!’

Ruin smiled.

Yuria, descending the stairs, was as beautiful as ever. She seemed like she’d offer him a gentle smile and express her concern as if it were her own trouble.

Removing his back from the wall, Ruin walked towards Yuria.

Quickening his steps anxiously.

With an awkward smile, he approached Yuria and spoke in a trembling voice as she stood before him.

“Yuria. I missed....”

Without even looking at Ruin, Yuria spoke.

In a cold, hard voice devoid of emotion.

“Don’t talk to me.”

“What...?”

“I don’t want to talk to you.”

‘Thunk.’ Brushing past his shoulder, Yuria walked away without looking back.

Tears trembled in Ruin’s eyes as he attempted to follow her.

He wanted to speak with her.

To admit his mistakes.

To apologize, hoping Yuria would forgive him. Desperately, Ruin tried to follow.

But.

“Senior.”

His junior didn’t allow it.

“You’ve done quite an interesting thing.”

“What?”

“Yuria senior told me. What you did.”

Histania Hanna was smiling sweetly at Ruin.

Her dry smile and firm expression delivered words that were foreign from the voice he knew.



Her eyes, no longer submissive or timid, gazed at him with a chilling intensity that made him shiver with a mistaken impression of anger.

Hanna gave a hollow laugh and spoke to Ruin.

“Really, you stand out in comparison, don’t you?”

Hanna’s words stabbed deeper into Ruin than anything else.

End of Chapte