After Yavi's footsteps completely disappeared at the end of the corridor, Loriess slowly spoke, "Have you noticed? The future Yavi's hostility towards the warlock... is very unusual."
Peter touched the stubble on his chin and frowned. "I guess... in the future timeline, today's trial really sentenced him to death." His fingers tapped the table unconsciously, "Then old guy, you really tried your best to send him away... In the following years, he may have been avoiding the pursuit of the warlocks."
Sicco Jett coughed violently and clenched the armrest with his skinny fingers. "But even so... how could a young demon hunter survive the warlock's siege? Let alone master the three supreme laws..."
The room fell into silence, with only the occasional crackle of firewood in the fireplace. Loriess suddenly stood up and walked to the window. "Unless..." Her long hair glowed coldly in the moonlight, "He has found some... source of power that we don't know about."
"You mean..." Peter sat upright suddenly, "He defected to other forces? For example... those ancient races?"
Sicco Jett shook his head. "No, that kid is a kind person at heart. He shouldn't be able to..."
"Wait." Loriess suddenly turned around, "In the illusion that Francesca saw... that sword! That beating heart!" Her voice showed a rare fluctuation, "Don't you think... that looks like some kind of ancient devil's contract?"
The three of them looked at each other, and they all saw shock in each other's eyes. The dark clouds outside the window covered the moon, and the room suddenly became dark. At this moment, they all realized that the future of Yavi might be much more complicated than expected.
Sicco Jett coughed lightly and broke the heavy atmosphere. "At least today's result is satisfactory. Maybe our decision can really change the fate of that child." He looked at his two old friends, "Peter, Loriess, thank you for your support today."
Peter chuckled and patted his round belly, "Old man, you owe me a huge favor. But..." His tone suddenly became low, "Looking at you like this, I'm afraid I won't have a chance to return it."
Loriess crossed her arms, her beautiful eyes flashing slightly in the candlelight. "Yavi is considered half of my disciple after all. Although the teaching time is not long..." She looked out the window, "But I hope he can really protect the world as predicted."
Sicco Jett's cloudy eyes showed a hint of relief. "Yeah... I hope things can change in the future." He stood up slowly, "You all have important matters, so go back first. As long as I don't use magic anymore, my old bones can last a few more years... enough to take care of the child."
Peter gave an exaggerated salute. "Old guy, please take care of yourself." When he walked to the door, he suddenly turned back, "By the way, remember to prepare wine next time we meet... the most expensive kind!"
After the footsteps of the two people faded away, Sicco Jett stood alone in front of the window. The night wind ruffled his sparse white hair, and the starry sky was reflected in his turbid pupils. The old man's skinny fingers gently touched the window lattice and whispered in a low voice, "Can the spinning thread of fate... really be rewritten?"
Yavi returned to the dormitory and lay down on the bed. His eyes fell on the ceiling. He recalled today's experience, and his mind was hard to calm down - he had just experienced a life-and-death situation. Although he still couldn't figure out why Francesca would support him, the crisis was over. He simply put aside those unintelligible thoughts: as it comes, let it be.
Starting tomorrow, he will officially accept the magic teachings of Francesca. This means that his life trajectory will undergo a complete change - from being a demon hunter to becoming a warlock.
Thinking of this, Yavi felt a strange sense of calmness in his heart. He closed his eyes, relaxed his tense body and mind, and soon fell into a peaceful sleep.
Early the next morning, Yavi packed up and arrived at Emerald Wing's door on time. Francesca said that he would take him here to start warlock training. Not long after, that familiar figure appeared in the morning light.
Francesca is still beautiful and moves calmly. Seeing this, Yavi took a step forward and performed an impeccable noble etiquette. "Good morning, teacher Francesca."
Francesca nodded slightly and responded with an elegant and ancient elf etiquette. She looked at Yavi with her golden eyes and said, "You seem to be in good spirits and not affected by what happened yesterday. Very good." She turned around and signaled, "Let's go, now go to the classroom and start your first study."
Yavi responded and followed Francesca silently. The two walked all the way and finally stopped in front of an independent building next to Crimson Flame Wing. "We're here." Francesca opened the door.
Several female students were already seated in the classroom. When Yavi walked in with Francesca, several slightly surprised eyes immediately fell on him. Yavi ignored it, glanced across the classroom, and went straight to an unoccupied seat to sit down. After he sat down, several female students next to him couldn't help exchanging glances with each other, and came closer to talk in low voices, obviously full of curiosity about this sudden appearance of a male student.
During the subsequent waiting time, more female students entered the classroom one after another. Until everyone arrived, Francesca walked to the center of the podium, looked around the audience, and officially started today's magic teaching.
At noon, the morning's magic class came to an end. Francesca announced that the afternoon was free time-students could review what they had learned, or try to cast magic on their own. The academy gave students considerable autonomy in time arrangements.
Yavi returned to the living area and went straight to the canteen. As soon as he found his seat with the plate he had packed, his eyes caught a familiar figure at the place where the meal was taken - it was Vilgefortz.
"Senior brother Vilgo." Yavi greeted.
The other party turned around when he heard the sound, with a smile on his face, "Yavi? What a coincidence." He quickly came over with his own plate, "Do you mind joining us?"
"Of course." Yavi gestured to the empty seat opposite.
The two sat opposite each other. The canteen was filled with people and the aroma of food filled the air.
Vilgefortz cut off a small piece of food, looked up at Yavi, and asked casually, "How did you feel about the magic class in the morning?"
Yavi swallowed the food in his mouth and paused for a moment before answering. "It's okay." He picked up the cup and took a sip of water, and added, "It's just... to be honest, I'm a little uncomfortable with it. I feel like I'm in a completely different world from what I learned before." There was a hint of honest confusion in his tone, but he didn't mean to complain.