This Counts as Coming Clean, Right?

Now that they had talked things out, Zheng Qing simply threw out all the questions that had been weighing on his mind:

"Does the school know about the Gypsy witches?"

"Why not do these things after class... Skipping so many lessons, wouldn't that make the later material even harder to learn?"

"And how did you know there wouldn't be anyone in the lounge today?"

Ilena reached behind her head and casually tied up her wine-red curls with a red cord, revealing her fair neck and delicate collarbones.

Then she turned her head and looked at Zheng Qing with a smile, as if waiting for him to finish asking his questions.

The wizard inhaled the rich fragrance lingering in the air, his heart giving a sudden jolt. He no longer had the heart to ask the other questions still hovering in his mind.

Seeing that he had fallen silent, the Gypsy witch paused for a moment before calmly explaining each point. "There is nothing the school does not know."

As she spoke, she stretched lazily, spreading her arms as her fingertips swept through the air. "On this island, within this grand array, there are very few things the school does not know... The only difference is whether they are willing to interfere."

"If you read more ancient tomes, you'll find that many high-level wizards gradually become indifferent in temperament, unconcerned with trivial matters. This is not an aftereffect of magical research, but the influence of time upon them. In the eyes of most high-level wizards, following the natural order and applying laws flexibly is more effective than constantly interfering with this world."

Zheng Qing stared blankly at the witch's red lips as they moved, unable to understand a word of what she was saying.

Perhaps realizing that her explanation had been