Listening to Erwin speak bit by bit, Celitia finally slowly responded, her voice slightly hoarse:
"I understand."
After learning about the demons from Gorman, Celitia felt like she had taken a reassuring pill.
Perhaps the entire human world might turn against her, but her family would definitely stand behind her.
About this part, Celitia wasn't worried that Sophia wouldn't accept it.
Regarding her rebirth, it was indeed no small problem, but on the matter of self-identity recognition, there might be a possibility of convincing Sophia.
What Celitia was only worried about was that Sophia couldn't accept the matter of their switched identities.
But Celitia had never thought of publicly revealing her true identity as princess and taking away everything Sophia currently possessed.
So, as long as she kept this point firmly hidden, there should be no problem.
"It seems you have your own thoughts about it, so teacher won't nag anymore."
Erwin smiled and patted Celitia's shoulder, taking the initiative to stand up.
"About ti. That child Shanie has been wandering outside long enough—let's go out."
Erwin stretched lazily, opened the bedroom door, and sat back down in the wicker chair by the window.
Celitia followed him out, imdiately noticing the pile of materials on the table.
Only then did she rember that she had asked Shanie to buy materials for alchemical dicine preparation, but because of that dead old man's fake illness, she had completely forgotten about it.
"Where's your dicine? Why don't you keep it on you? No daily dicine, no ergency dicine either?"
"dicine? Those bitter things only ruin one's mood when eaten—what's the point of preparing them?"
Erwin waved his hand carelessly. "This old man has lived over eighty years, already gotten his money's worth. I haven't been thinking about living many more years."
"How can you be like this?" Celitia said angrily. "Just now when you pretended to be sick, you nearly scared to death. If it were real, how many years would you want to take off my life?"
"You still have the nerve to talk about ?"
Erwin suddenly got serious, glaring at Celitia. "Then have you thought about how I felt when news of your death ca?"
Celitia was imdiately speechless.
She only needed to imagine it briefly to feel breathless.
"Alright, there's no point in continuing to bring up these old grievances."
Seeing Celitia looking sowhat reflective, Erwin smiled and took the initiative to let her off.
"Since the materials have been bought back, you should make them into dicine. Otherwise leaving them there would just be wasteful."
His voice softened by three degrees. "For you two children, I'll make a little effort and live a few more years."
How reluctant he sounded.
Celitia was sullen, giving Erwin a withering look as she walked to the table, picked up the materials, and began preparing the alchemical formation.
Erwin's voice then rang out from behind:
"So, for my sake and for the sake of others you care about, you must cherish yourself, understand?"
Celitia muttered quietly: "I understand, you don't need soone who's just as bad as to lecture ."
It didn't take much ti for Celitia to quickly complete the alchemical formation and create the dicine.
She pointed at the three pills, saying to Erwin:
"This is just ergency dicine—you can't skip the daily ones either. Later when I have ti, I'll prepare everything for you."
Erwin was reluctant, sighing deeply:
"Can't smoke, have to drink less, and take dicine every day... the good days are over!"
Celitia glared at him: "You already promised , you can't go back on your word!"
Erwin put on a bitter face, his wrinkles bunching together: "I'm not going back on it, just complaining a bit. I can at least complain, right!"
"As long as you can do it, you can complain however you want."
Celitia said while tidying up the remaining materials. "Then I'll go out and find Shanie, call her back."
"Wait a mont."
Erwin suddenly called out to Celitia, standing up from the wicker chair.
He grasped Celitia's hand and pulled the girl into his embrace.
Holding her shoulders, Erwin gently touched the girl's soft, fluffy head.
"Child, if soday you're tired, weary, or have sothing on your mind you want to talk about, you can co find anyti. There will always be a place for you by teacher's side."
Celitia struggled slightly in his arms, saying sowhat defiantly:
"You didn't used to say things like that. You always told to hurry up and get lost, stop being an eyesore, and things like not coming back without bringing a wife!"
Erwin laughed heartily: "Can a stinky little brat and a good little girl be the sa?"
"Teacher!" Celitia looked up and glared at him. "That's such discriminatory treatnt!"
Seeing Celitia about to get angry, Erwin quickly soothed her by patting her head.
"Just joking, just joking! It's not because of the difference between a stinky brat and a good girl, but because… The forr you was full of ambition, wanting to venture into the outside world, like an eagle spreading its wings ready to fly—of course I had to push you to leave the nest."
He sighed slightly, his voice becoming even more gentle and low.
"But the current you just wants to co ho. No matter when, as long as you want to return, this place will always be your ho."
Celitia's eyes gradually took on an embarrassed reddish hue.
Her stiff arms finally opened, and she slowly hugged Erwin back, burying her cheek against his chest like when she was small.
"Ah, so nostalgic... when you hadn't grown up, you were also small and tiny like now, completely soft and cute. Unfortunately, after you grew taller than , you beca so rebellious, completely didn't understand what respecting teachers ant, calling 'dead old man' all day long..."
Feeling the clothing on his chest getting wet, Erwin sighed again.
"Sigh, why are you crying again? I told you that you've beco a crybaby, but you still won't admit it. Co on, don't cry anymore. When Shanie cos back, she'll say I bullied you again."
"I'm not crying!"
Celitia pushed Erwin away in annoyance, her mouth harder than a duck's.
She conveniently grabbed Erwin's clothes and used his sleeve to wipe away all the tears and snot on her face.
At her age, still throwing herself into an elder's arms to cry!
Thinking of this, Celitia's face burned red with embarrassnt. She hurriedly stepped back several paces and fled toward the door:
"I'll stop talking now—I'm going out to find Shanie!"
Erwin sat back down, rocking the wicker chair as he leisurely watched her leave.
Celitia ran to the courtyard, paced back and forth for a while, took a deep breath, and finally cald her emotions.
Although she felt embarrassed, but...
Perhaps in Erwin's heart, she would always be that child who never grew up.
After wandering around alone for a few circles, Celitia looked up and suddenly saw Shanie crouched by the roadside outside the courtyard gate fence.
Wait, why did she look sowhat pitiful...?
Celitia's conscience ached, and she quickly walked over, calling out: "Shanie!"
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