Birds and Poetry

"Teacher Griseo, that's fanfiction!! Vivian would never!!"

"Tsk, tsk, Vivian, you're far too innocent."

Belle's voice drifted over from beside her, her tone carrying a hint of barely concealed gloating.

Anyone familiar with Griseo knew that lying in front of her and stubbornly refusing to admit it... could get you publicly executed!

Sure enough, seeing Vivian "talk tough," Griseo smiled and waved the paintbrush in her hand. A cluster of Ether Energy appeared in the air, and before long, a moving scene slowly unfolded before the three of them.

"Is that me??"

Vivian froze. What was going on?

Why could Teacher Griseo paint out of thin air and even watch it like a movie?

"Miss Vivian, please mind your emotions."

Belle gleefully reminded her, somehow producing a bag of chips and tearing it open with a crackle.

Ether Energy slowly flowed, and the scene began to play—Wise slept quietly in bed while Vivian leaned over the bedside, her gaze so tender it could drip with water.

"Lord Phaethon, it's time to get up. Breakfast is ready."

"Lord Phaethon? Lord Phaethon?"

"Hehe, even when Lord Phaethon is sleeping, he's still... kind, brave, gentle, considerate, and so admirable, so captivating!"

The Vivian in the scene rested her chin in her hands, staring dreamily at Wise's sleeping face...

"Huh! Is it already this late? No, I have to wake Lord Phaethon up, or the food will get cold."

"But... Lord Phaethon looks so peaceful when he sleeps. I can't bear to wake him... What do I do, what do I do, what do I do? This is so hard!"

"But then again, since Lord Phaethon is sleeping so soundly, it should be fine if I secretly touch his sleeping face... right?"

"Mm! This is a necessary step for waking Lord Phaethon!"

"Whoa~~