With Aiwass's careful treatment, Yulia's complexion was noticeably better when she awoke this time compared to after her last loss of control.
Even without Aiwass's specific effort to wake her, Yulia woke up on her own.
The next morning after getting up, Aiwass gave Yulia the yet-to-be-completed "The Sun" card as an "amulet."
Even ignoring its esoteric meaning, as an ornament, the card had its value. It was infused with a full four points of Aiwass's fire attribute mana, as well as the high-quality Flame Spirit provided by Yulia herself. Even separated by charcoal and cotton, just touching the card allowed one to feel a noticeable warmth.
Its heat was not scalding. It was roughly the same as a steam eye mask or a heat pack... perfect for wearing against the body in winter.
Yulia obviously loved the gift, reacting quite intensely. She even kissed Aiwass, and over her thick cotton clothing, gave Aiwass a hug as soft and warm as toasted marshmallow.
Watching Yulia happily tuck it close to her body, Aiwass unconsciously tapped his right middle finger on the armrest of his wheelchair, lost in thought.
Speaking of which, Yulia had not yet had her menarche. Though it might have been due to the slow baking by the Defiant Flame Butterfly, Aiwass was about to extract it.
Yulia turned fifteen last month, and Aiwass, counting the days, felt it should be soon. Then, he could make a waist protector to warm her up—using the formula he had just tested, his blood as the vessel for the mana, buying some imitation Flame Spirit from outside, and using soft cotton and gauze, he could make a heat pack that would fade in about seven days...
Without knowing alchemy, Aiwass felt he still had some skill in manually making heat packs. Moreover, this behavior itself clearly aligned with the Path of Devotion... His blood would not be spilled in vain, and he could incidentally gain some experience points towards leveling up.
Yesterday, Edward had said he would accompany Aiwass to school, but Edward had ridden the Gryphon to the university ahead of them.
He was probably going to see that doctor for the lab test, Aiwass thought.
Later, after Lily had eaten breakfast as well, she pushed Aiwass's wheelchair out the door. This time, Edward's personal manservant followed along.
Since he generally lived outside with Edward, Aiwass didn't even know his name. But it was clearly not the right moment to ask.
The man was a robust, red-haired individual, resembling a brown bear, helping to carry the luggage for the two of them on the side.
In this era, there were no wheeled suitcases with handles; everyone used hard-sided carry-on cases. Wrapped in hard leather and encased with a solid wood frame, reinforced with brass at the corners... they were like the medicine boxes carried by Keep reading on NovelHub - where stories come alive!
As Aiwass approached, Edward turned around as if noticing and slightly nodded at the manservant.
Though Edward didn't say a word, the red-haired man immediately understood what he meant: "Where to?"
"Roning Street, number 14," Edward answered succinctly.
Aiwass asked, "Is that our dormitory? Wasn't it supposed to be inside the university?"
"The Royal Law University is very large," Edward shook his head, "Roning Street is the street in front of the main teaching building of the Theological Seminary. If you go directly east from the entrance of the teaching building, without turning corners. Walk about five hundred steps, pass through a park and a small bridge, and you'll see the house."
"I just went and checked it out; it's beautiful. Right by the river... It's also close to the School of Law, and you can take a boat from outside. It's also about four hundred steps in a straight line from the second cafeteria. If, Lily, during Aiwass's rest time, you want to sit in on classes at the School of Law, the same distance will take you there, even closer than the student dorms."
Seeing Lily's eyes widen, Edward promptly added: "It wasn't me who bought it; it's a short-term gift from the princess.
"The houses on Roning Street aren't for sale—they're typically benefits provided by Her Majesty the Queen for professors."
The "separate dormitory" mentioned by Master Yanis was not at all the kind of student housing in one building that he had imagined—rather, it was villa-style faculty housing!
Heavens, what sort of arrangement is this for me?