If Jiang Yu had not reminded him, Zheng Qing would have almost forgotten about the strange wizard who had secretly climbed the Cat Fruit Tree that night.
If he had remembered, then when he went to the School Labor Committee office that afternoon, he should have reported the strange wizard to the school as well, instead of sitting on the dormitory's cramped balcony now, filled with regret.
Yes, regret.
After reading Jiang Yu's letter, Zheng Qing felt regret.
The witch had gone to conduct those dangerous investigations in private out of concern for him, yet after learning something new, he had not told her. He clearly remembered that after Magic Script Class that afternoon, the witch had been packing up at the front of the classroom for quite a long time. During that time, she had glanced at him several times—perhaps she had wanted to talk to him about the matters in the letter—but he had been absorbed in discussing Monteria Laboratory's letter with his companions and had overlooked it.
The sense of disorder brought on by this regret made him somewhat uneasy.
The sun outside had not completely set yet.
The sky was still bright.
The room was somewhat noisy.
The narrow patch of sunlight seemed to confine the unease in the boy's heart, giving him the courage to look over the letter a few more times. Then, by the fading glow of the sunset beyond the window, the young wizard pulled a pale blue sheet of stationery from his Gray Cloth Bag, spread it across his knees, and hastily began writing a reply.
In the reply, he first expressed his gratitude for the witch's letter.
That was only proper. Whether out of courtesy or because of the risks the witch had taken in investigating the matter privately, he