The Yellow-Haired Villain in the Female Main Character's Novel Wants Happiness Chapter 109 : Chapter 109

Volu 2

Chapter 33 : The Visit

After ra left, the hospital room fell silent once more.

But Muen continued to stare blankly at the place where she had vanished, his eyes wide and round like a frog seeing a swan fly past the mouth of a well for the first ti.

“What the hell—”

Only after a long while did he finally spit out those two words in a daze.

What had that powerhouse just said her na was?

radomir?

Which ? Which Ra? Which Do? Which Mi? Which Er?

Could it be that radomir?

The Origin-rank Grand Magus from a thousand years ago, the one introduced at absurd length on the title page of the Fundantals of Magic textbook, the one to whom a full third of the book’s theories were related?

The sa na?

A coincidence?

No, no.

How could a top-tier powerhouse like that possibly share a na with soone else?

Which ant...

“This is no small matter. That powerhouse... is no ordinary powerhouse at all.”

Muen could not help feeling his mouth go dry.

Though he had inferred that it was Teacher ra who had driven back the evil god, he had not seen it with his own eyes, so he had never truly grasped the full extent of her terrifying strength.

He had thought she was simply a sowhat more formidable Crowned One, one who had relied on the academy’s grand ritual to...

But now it seed he had still been too naive. Relied on the grand ritual? She had probably created the grand ritual itself!

An Origin-rank Grand Magus from a thousand years ago!

What kind of concept was that?

People in this world were not like those in cultivation novels, casually living for a thousand or ten thousand years.

Before breaking through to the Crowned rank and becoming a Crowned One, before their very life level underwent sublimation, it was extrely difficult for people of this world to surpass the theoretical upper limit of one hundred and twenty years.

And even after becoming a Crowned One, one’s lifespan was generally only two or three hundred years. Among everyone Muen knew of from the original novel, the longest-lived was the Pontiff of the Life Church.

And even with the blessing of the Goddess of Life, he was only a little over four hundred years old.

Not even half of one thousand!

And the phrase “an Origin-rank Grand Magus from a thousand years ago” did not an that she had only lived for a thousand years.

It ant that she had already been Origin-rank a thousand years ago!

As for her true age... it was unknown.

Because even on the title page of the textbook, there was not the slightest introduction to her life before she beca a Grand Magus.

“A powerhouse like that wanted to take as her disciple, and I was actually hesitating just now?”

Muen wished he could travel back ten minutes and imdiately throw himself at Teacher ra’s thigh.

A thigh that thick—if he could just cling to it, then unless an evil god personally descended, what else in the world could possibly threaten his life?

What did a re Crowned One under the Love God amount to compared with the fair, tender thigh in his arms?

So what if the protagonist had countless cheat powers? So what if there was a young lady hidden inside her ring?

Even combined, could they reach the ankle of that thigh?

If he beca Teacher ra’s disciple, then as long as he did not go out of his way to court death, would he not be able to do whatever he pleased?

—But that was only in his imagination.

Because Muen quickly cald down.

And then... a trace of fear surfaced in him.

That path, the path even radomir herself was not sure about—was it truly the correct choice for a blond villain like him, soone without even a protagonist halo, to step onto it so rashly?

“But... At this point, the only thing I can do is keep walking forward.”

Muen patted his face and forced himself to rally.

The black book’s prophetic dream was like a blade that kept drawing closer to his throat.

He had no idea when it would beco reality and reap his life.

So he had to struggle.

Before Fate’s malice ca for him again, he had to clutch at everything within reach and struggle with all his strength!

Even if the direction in which he was struggling forward might itself be the true hell.

...

...

“But... would soone please save ...”

Not even two minutes after pulling himself together, Muen wrapped himself in the blanket, rolled back and forth on the bed, and once more let out the mournful cry of a dying salted fish.

Because no matter how he thought about it, the condition Teacher ra had set was simply far too harsh.

One month later, pass the Fundantals of Magic exam!

One month to learn what others had spent a year and a month studying!

This was not like a university student going back to glance at elentary-school textbooks and understanding them after a casual look or two.

In magic, he was currently no more than an elentary-school student.

And not even a second-year one—at most a first-year.

Yet Teacher ra wanted him, after only one month, to take a second-year exam and pass it!

It was simply asking the impossible.

But Muen also knew that Teacher ra’s demand was entirely reasonable.

For sothing as profound as magic, a fool who scored three points on Fundantals of Magic truly did not even possess the qualifications to begin.

“But it is still so hard! Is there not so way to obtain knowledge without studying? Ahhhhhhh!”

Twisting himself into an increasingly bizarre shape, Muen begged the heavens to send down an all-purpose Doraemon.

“So the contamination from the evil god really did damage your mind after all, Muen Campbell.”

A cool voice suddenly rang through the cramped hospital room.

“Uh.”

Muen’s wailing stopped instantly, as if soone had pressed a pause button.

Slowly, he poked his head out from the blanket, revealing a face with a faint flush on it, and looked toward that silver-white figure with an awkward smile.

“Se... Selicia, when did you get here?”

“Is that not allowed?”

Selicia was still wearing the red uniform of the student council, which made her snow-white skin look faintly rosy.

She placed the fruit she had brought on the cabinet by Muen’s bed, lifted a strand of her silver-white hair with one hand, and glanced at him from the corner of her eye.

“Or would you rather see a doctor right now?”

“No, no, no. There is nothing wrong with my mind, absolutely nothing.”

Muen shook his head vigorously, then sat upright from beneath the blanket.

He raised a hand to smooth out his rumpled hospital clothes, looking like so wretched employee tidying himself up before eting a tyrannical company president.

“Is everything all right on the student council side? You should have been quite busy lately, should you not?”

“It has been manageable. Although this incident will have deep consequences, no student actually died during the chaos, so all the student council can really do is handle so of the subsequent miscellaneous matters. The ones truly overwheld these past few days are still the professors and the principal.”

Selicia sat down on that chair which had already been occupied by two beautiful won before her.

“Would you like an apple?”

Though she asked, an apple and a fruit knife were already in her hands.

So Muen could only weakly add a belated, “Yes.”

“How does your body feel?”

“I am completely recovered.”

“When are you returning to class?”

“The doctor said I can be discharged tomorrow.”

“And ntally?”

“My spirits are high, and my appetite is excellent.”

“...”

Selicia lowered her head and began peeling the apple. Her hand was steady, and so the peel ca away in an even ribbon, sliding continuously down from her palm like a silk band.

After peeling the apple, she placed it on the fruit plate. Holding the fruit knife, she lightly touched the apple with its tip.

Muen only saw a flash of light so faint it was almost invisible, and the apple was neatly divided into eight equal pieces.

Then she carefully put a toothpick into each piece and held the plate out to Muen.

As expected of Selicia. Even peeling an apple was done with elegance.

Muen could not help praising her inwardly as he casually picked up a piece and popped it into his mouth.

It was sweet and delicious.

“By the way, nothing has happened at the academy lately, has it?”

Muen made quick work of one piece, then asked the question.

After all, he had been trapped in this hospital room for several days. The only information he could get from the outside world had been the occasional laughter of girls drifting in through the window.

Those professors and doctors all wore such stern faces that Muen had felt too embarrassed to ask them for gossip.

“Nothing has happened at the academy, naturally. Because the response was swift, the invasion by the evil god did not actually cause any substantial loss to the academy. Classes have basically already resud.”

Selicia also picked up a piece of apple and took small, delicate bites from it.

Her crystal-like red lips opened and closed with graceful poise.

“But if you are asking what topic the students have been discussing most heatedly…”

“That would probably be the mysterious golden-haired beauty who vanished that night.”