Magic Life in the Empire-Chapter 93: Request

"How is that your home? Maybe it's something else in your case?"

Disregarding this, what Margaret did was impressive, but not really a cause for concern, at least that was Cyril's opinion.

Just then, Myra continued, "The problem is that the Academy never did any tests like that; I definitely would've heard about it. And the principal shouldn't have even come back to the city by this point."

"Furthermore, I believe she tried to dig through my mind with her illusions during the test." Her hands tightened to a fist.

With this, she grew silent, as if expecting a particular reaction from Cyril.

"So, you are saying our principal also knows the future?" He replied half with confusion.

"That could be the case. Or some other change forced her to come back," Myra said with narrowed eyes.

Cyril sat still, thinking over her words, before replying.

"Alright. But couldn't that be a good thing? Maybe she will help us?" He said and cautiously continued after a pause. "Or is there something wrong with Margaret?"

It was Myra's turn to grow quiet now.

She contemplated her words for a while before finally replying, "She should be on our side... I think."

"I don't know what goes through her head. At least she is not an enemy." She sighed with helplessness and continued.

"So I want to ask you if you can try and find out something from her. Why is she back in the city? Does she know about the future? These sorts of things. If anyone knows what's happening, it's the second strongest mage of the city."

Myra's voice was tinged with pleading, and she lowered her head.

"Of course I'll do that. I already told you I will help," Cyril said with a nod.

"Thanks. If it's you, then Margaret will definitely tell something." Myra smiled with gratitude.

Cyril wanted to visit Margaret anyway. So he didn't even have to go out of his way for this.

After a bit more catching up, they left the park.

...

Back home, the tired Morpho immediately went to sleep in her terrarium.

Tigris was sprawled in the middle of the bed, somehow taking up most of the space.

"That's a lengthy conversation we are going to have with Margaret." Rhamn sat on the bed and stared at the sleeping kitten with a smile.

No need to instantly barrage her with questions. I'll learn the illusion spells for a bit, then see if I can sneak in a question or two.

Cyril went to the bathroom for his sleep time routine.

"Hmm." She instantly appeared by his side while he was brushing his teeth. "You know, I've been thinking..."

"Is this end-of-the-world scenario Myra prophesies even real?" She said with skepticism.

Cyril silently stared at her through the mirror, waiting for her to elaborate.

"I mean, we got to hear from Myra time and time again how things are not going according to her vision of the future."

Rhamn raised her index finger. "Maybe the end of the world will not happen too. Not because she is lying, but because she is simply wrong."

Maybe so, maybe not. Myra can at least somewhat predict the future, and I don't think we should be careless when it comes to the end of the world.

Cyril finished up here and prepared for a shower.

"True enough. Let's just keep doing what we are doing!" Rhamn immediately dropped the topic.

After everything, Cyril finally went to his bed—or what was now Tigris's bed.

He slowly lay down, careful not to disturb the sleep of the tiger.

Let's see if that dream comes up again.

With these thoughts, he drifted off to sleep.

...

Today was Wednesday, October 22nd.

The lessons went by without any issues.

In Spell Making, the students were practicing counteracting the effects of different spells affecting the body, be it a holding spell or a curse.

Through this method, one could even negate the effect of Cyril's unusual technique.

With this thought in mind, the students of class I were many times more focused during the lesson.

"These fools are actually starting to think they have a chance. How pitiful." Rhamn arrogantly shook her head at their enthusiasm.

Cyril continued learning the spell without replying. He didn't think this was a big deal.

Later in the cafeteria, Cyril did mention to Rose about his idea of searching for exotic animals out in the city.

As expected, he was met with a positive reaction. She even wanted to rope in another person for this.

"Come on, Myra. This will be fun and relaxing. Aren't you curious about those magic creatures?" Rose said with shining eyes.

Myra's face looked helpless. She really wasn't in the mood to waste time on irrelevant things like that, but looking at her friend's eager face, she just couldn't bring herself to say no.

She only stared at Cyril with a hopeful gaze, wanting him to rescue her here.

Unfortunately for her, this was Cyril's idea in the first place, and he thought a person must occasionally relax.

"It will be good for you. People must combine work and rest," he said with a reliable nod.

In the end she had no other choice but to agree to their demands.

They decided on tomorrow, since there were fewer lessons that day.

Edmund, however, made himself clear he wouldn't participate in this.

After Cyril caught him in the park, there was no change in his behavior.

He pretended that never even happened, which was exactly what Cyril expected.

At least he now knew what his friend was so busy with. Edmund was probably training some unconventional ability in his free time.

Now only the question of why he was suddenly so hard-working remained.

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Cyril was leaving the Potion Making class; today they learned what city weed could be used to effectively staunch a bleeding.

At this time, as he was walking in the hallway, a familiar, brute-looking man walked in his direction.

It was Bran, a second-year with whom Cyril had the pleasure of dueling before.

Upon noticing Cyril, this robust student immediately sped up his pace, wanting to leave as soon as possible.

Am I so feared even by a second-year? Thought Cyril wryly.

"I wouldn't say so about this guy. Remember the condition of your duel? As the loser, he was supposed to apologize on his knees in front of the whole Academy, but he still hasn't done that."

Rhamn's words caused Cyril to pause in his walk.

He immediately turned around and called out his old friend "Bran."

The second-year student froze for a second and increased his pace further, almost changing to a run.

Cyril didn't waste his energy running after him.

He didn't really get any enjoyment out of seeing someone on their knees—maybe Rhamn would like that.

"Nothing wrong with that, I think."

But Cyril did still carry a bit of a grudge because of Bran threatening to kill Morpho.

Next time.

He thought and turned around, heading for the principal's office.

Today he will try to learn illusion magic and see if he can ask a question or two in the process.