Really? I'm fighting the Dark Emperor.

Chapter 279 I'm fine.

"You seem to have gained a little weight in just a few days?"

—This was their last conversation.

On the way back, Miya Xing was even more secretive than when she came.

He felt that their relationship... wasn't quite normal.

She's completely out of the ordinary.

But he doesn't seem quite normal either.

He slipped away to the arts classroom, smoothly brewed the potion, and finally breathed a sigh of relief after touching the teeth marks on his neck.

Then I felt my ears getting hot.

My face is also hot.

The icy potion felt intensely uncomfortable against his skin, and he felt his head burning even hotter.

but--

"Why is it still here?"

Did the potion not work?

He wouldn't make a mistake with such a simple potion.

...He had an idea.

After being suddenly bitten, she whispered in his ear, "I'll pay you back now, and collect some interest this time," while casually touching the spot of the bite mark with her fingertip.

isn't it?

He found his conjecture absurd:

"Is magic used for things like this?"

There wasn't much time for him to overthink things.

This whole mess of a ball of yarn that a cat played with, let's sort it out slowly once he's safely back in his dorm.

It was getting late, and he was worried that the ward rounds would alert more people.

Take this back with you... No, it's fine as long as you don't run into anyone else on the way. He's already figured out that the people checking the rooms seem unapproachable, but they're actually easy to fool.

"We still need to be fully prepared."

After finishing my preparations, I carried the books back to my room in the library. The light shining through the slightly ajar door indicated that the room was brightly lit.

He took a deep breath and felt a sense of guilt he had never felt before.

Guilty?

That's not right. He just came home late, why would he feel guilty?

He often came home late.

However, since no one used to provide three meals a day, afternoon tea, and midnight snacks... he couldn't let the ward rounds continue to feed him like this.

He pushed open the door, looked up, and saw that everyone in the room was looking up at the same time.

What should you say in a situation like this to make yourself seem more natural?

"Why is everyone still here so late?"

Why did they gather in his room late at night?

I felt that if I had come back any later, this group of people would have been searching the entire campus for me.

and many more.

Miya Xing suddenly realized that the route back and the route to the dormitory were not the same.

In other words, Ginny, whom he had completely forgotten, is very likely still waiting for him.

Eric visibly relaxed the moment he saw him: "Miya Star, where have you been? Everyone was very worried about you."

"I just...went out for a walk." She put the book she was holding on the table. "Aren't you guys exaggerating?"

Let's put Genny's matter aside for now; getting through this crisis is the most important thing.

“Because the Flame King didn’t see you in the middle of the night, and none of the Cute Warriors saw you either, plus Harry Potter said you were playing some kind of game with him during the day, and you were acting really strange.” Ukunana’s probing gaze fell on his neck. “Are you injured?”

The band-aid was too small, so he put a plaster on his neck instead.

"Ah," she said, clutching her neck and turning it around a few times before uttering her prepared lines, "I had a stiff neck last night."

"You can come to me if something like this happens," a kind teammate said before Miya could even refuse, "I'll heal you..."

"No need! It's nothing, I can just sleep it off." Miya Xing felt her words were a little stiff. "Thank you, Oupa, uh, Oupa."

"It's nothing, but you seem to smell like a practice classroom. Did you go there? But I've been with Piao Piao all day and haven't seen you."

Opa was certain that Agnes and the others, who had also spent some time in the practical training classroom, did not either.

"I didn't see you either; you probably just missed each other."

What exactly does the practical training classroom smell like?

He was inside for no more than five minutes, and he didn't lose his senses even after walking all the way.

Is there some other magic that the current Ten Stars doesn't know about?

Sensing that his friend was uncomfortable with being surrounded by people showing concern, Eric interrupted their conversation:

"Alright, alright, now that Miya Star has returned safely, everyone should go back and get some rest. We still have things to do tomorrow."

“Oh, by the way, Miya Star, you weren’t at today’s impromptu meeting of the Cute Knights,” or rather, no one could find him. “I have a copy of the meeting minutes here, take a look.”

"Ah, okay." He took the paper Eric handed him. "Thank you."

"The school isn't safe right now, it's best not to go out alone..."

Anticipating the endless chatter that was about to begin: "Okay, okay, I understand."

There won't be a next time.

Why has Eric become so fond of talking nonsense in just two years?

"Miya Star, what is this you brought back?" Having been quiet all along, Miya Star hadn't noticed when Yan Wang had run up to the book.

"Just by touching it, I can feel a strong dark aura."

Having fought alongside Principal Os since childhood, he was different from Principal Os in that his magic attributes did not have the bonus of being sensitive to dark aura. However, due to the small space and close distance, as soon as Miya Star entered, Flame King noticed this unusual book at first glance.

“It is indeed very dangerous,” Ulala picked up the book. “I can feel its rejection of me; it must be something very important to the Dark Clan.”

"Miya Star, you're not planning to secretly do this all by yourself tonight, are you?" Having known each other for a long time, and having heard Yan Wang and Ulala's descriptions, how could Ukunana not know what Miya Star was planning to do?

"Um...of course not. I was thinking of bringing up this book at the meeting tomorrow after everyone has had a good rest."

The reactions of the crowd were not uniform, and Miya Xing was unsure whether they had believed it or not.

In short, they left.

They took the books with them too.

"Ah," burying herself in the blankets, "Miya Star, Miya Star, what kind of presence do you have in the team?"

Why is their status so low?

I got up and peeled off the plaster; the teeth marks were clearly visible in the mirror.

He closed his eyes and could foresee his fate of having to stick something on his face for the next few days.

I should have made the school uniforms have stand-up collars... Ugh!

He had a new idea.