Chapter 171 : Can you finish that story for me?

“Good morning, Miss Lu Mo~”

In the sunlight, the golden-haired girl smiled at Lu Mo, her eyes curving into beautiful crescent moons.

That golden antenna twitched happily.

Like a little dog finding its best friend.

“Miss Cecilia?”

Lu Mo blinked in surprise.

It was nice to run into an acquaintance in the classroom.

But this was the worst class in the entire grade!

Cecilia was a saintess on exchange from the Holy Sanctuary. She should have been placed in the best class, sitting at the same table as Elia, right?

“Wait… isn’t that the Saintess?”

“Why would the Saintess come to our class?”

“No, am I hallucinating?”

Cecilia was far too conspicuous.

Even now, wearing the ordinary school uniform, she radiated a sense of holiness and purity.

It made everyone present feel ashamed of their own inadequacy.

“Miss Cecilia, did you go to the wrong class?”

Lu Mo kindly reminded her.

But Cecilia had already naturally sat down beside Lu Mo, smoothing her skirt.

“Not at all.”

Cecilia smiled. “This is the basic class, right?”

“Then it’s correct.”

“Yes.”

Lu Mo replied.

Cecilia then said, “My class is the basic class.”

The Holy Sanctuary’s saintess, studying in the worst basic class at Cangyu Academy?

Was that reasonable?

If not for Cecilia’s innocent and pure smile, Lu Mo might have suspected she had some ulterior motive.

After that, Cecilia gave an embarrassed smile.

“How should I put it? Even though I’m a saintess, I still lack in the basics.”

“Not just average foundations; there are many times when I’m timid and clumsy.”

“A long time ago, I was often called an idiot…”

“You’re too modest, Miss Cecilia…”

“What about you, Miss Lu Mo?”

Cecilia suddenly asked.

“From what I’ve seen recently, do you also think… I’m a bit of an idiot?”

“Huh?”

For some reason, the topic had returned to Lu Mo.

Lu Mo looked at Cecilia.

And at that moment, she saw Cecilia gazing back at her with a somewhat serious expression.

Her cheeks were flushed, and her clear eyes seemed to shimmer with something.

Cecilia appeared a little nervous, yet also vaguely expectant.

What was she expecting?

Recognition?

Praise?

Even though Cecilia’s current expression did look a bit silly.

But Lu Mo figured no one would want to be scolded, right?

For her own safety and the friendly relations between Cangyu Academy and the Holy Sanctuary, Lu Mo thought she should compliment Cecilia.

“Not at all. I think Miss Cecilia is actually very smart.”

Lu Mo smiled and replied.

Whether it was because a cloud had suddenly blocked the sun or some other reason, for a moment, she thought the light in Cecilia’s eyes dimmed.

“Is… that so?”

But soon, Cecilia gave a light laugh.

“Thank you for the encouragement, Miss Lu Mo.”

“It’s not encouragement; Miss Cecilia really is smart.”

“Be a little more confident. No matter what, you’re far smarter than me, aren’t you?”

The more Lu Mo encouraged her, the more silent Cecilia became.

The curve of her lips gradually faded, and she started biting her lower lip.

It was as if being praised like that made her feel wronged, on the verge of tears.

Only when Lu Mo stopped calling her smart did she recover a little.

“But speaking of which, Miss Lu Mo mentioned… Otto earlier?”

She forced a smile, changing the subject.

“Mm… yes.”

After a brief hesitation, Lu Mo decided not to hide it.

Had there really been a similar taboo figure in the history of the Holy Sanctuary?

But why would the Saintess care about that name?

Seeing Lu Mo’s expression tense up, Cecilia smiled again and shook her head.

“I was just curious about what you said at that time.”

“No need to be nervous, Miss Lu Mo.”

“A fool, a madman, someone who doesn’t even dare acknowledge his own name…”

“Is that Otto?”

“Mm, to some extent, that’s his own description.”

Lu Mo breathed a sigh of relief and answered.

Cecilia could never forget the name Otto.

Just as she could never forget the story of Otto and Kallen that Lu Mo had told her.

It had been centuries since anyone last mentioned that name.

And the person who brought it up now…

was Miss Lu Mo.

Was this name from the unfinished story back then?

Why did Miss Lu Mo still remember it?

A fool, a madman, someone who doesn’t even dare acknowledge his own name…

From that self-description, Cecilia felt an indescribable, immense sorrow.

Kallen had died.

And after that, what did Otto go through?

Was it a tragedy?

Cecilia didn’t know what happened after that.

Because one day, no one ever told her stories again.

Until now.

“Where did Miss Lu Mo learn that name?”

Cecilia asked.

“From a game that releases an art book every year.”

Lu Mo blurted out.

But quickly, she corrected herself.

“I mean… sometimes, images like that float into my mind.”

“For example, when I dream, or when I’m spacing out, I seem to recall certain stories.”

“The main character of those stories is named Otto.”

As she finished, Cecilia’s antenna instantly stood up like it had been electrocuted.

Dreams?

Recalled stories?

Could it be that Miss Lu Mo had memories of a past life?

Was it possible for her to remember herself again?!

At that thought, Cecilia’s antenna began to shake wildly.

“Miss Cecilia?”

Lu Mo noticed her excitement.

“It’s nothing.”

Cecilia shook her head.

“Can you tell me about it?”

She smiled, leaning closer to Lu Mo.

“About that dream story of yours.”

Her eyes were full of curiosity and strong anticipation.

Lu Mo felt a little dazed.

Because back then, in the second Simulated Reincarnation, Cecilia had the same expression when listening to her stories.

It seemed that in Cecilia’s eyes, the stories she told were always interesting.

They could take the girl to distant places she could never reach.

More wonderful than her entire world.

Recovering from her brief daze, Lu Mo quickly smiled.

“Sure.”

“Then I’ll start from the very beginning of the story.”

So she began to tell the story of that wall.

Of the first meeting between the boy and the girl.

The boy’s name was Otto.

The girl’s name was Kallen.

The story was exactly the same as that summer when Lu Mo had told it to Cecilia under the tree.

This was the second time Cecilia was hearing it.

Yet she listened intently.

As if, as long as she was with Lu Mo, she would never tire of this story.

“Ding-ling-ling—”

The class bell rang, and Lu Mo stopped.

Class had started.

They had to obey classroom discipline a little.

Cecilia felt restless.

She wanted class to end quickly so she could hear Lu Mo continue the story.

They were in the basic class.

The teacher was naturally teaching the most fundamental content.

Lu Mo had already mastered that content long ago.

The teacher’s voice had a hypnotic effect.

Listening, many students in the class fell asleep.

Lu Mo yawned.

Rubbing her eyes, she suddenly realized Cecilia was sitting obediently beside her, watching her.

Cecilia smiled.

Her pupils reflected Lu Mo’s figure and countless specks of sunlight.

Seeing this, Lu Mo gave an awkward smile.

Going to school with Miss Lu Mo…

This was an experience she had never had before.

She thought of the days at the Saintess Academy again.

The lifeless classroom atmosphere.

The strict and harsh saintess instructors.

The countless rules that had to be followed.

Those times had been dull and boring.

It was because of a childhood promise that she had persisted.

And at the same time, she had resisted the academy in her own way.

And now—

Lu Mo felt her hand being gently poked.

Turning her head, she saw Cecilia quietly handing her a note.

The note was torn from a newly issued notebook.

This time, it was Lu Mo’s turn to be surprised.

She had always thought Cecilia was the obedient type.

Focusing in class, taking notes diligently.

Maybe even nudging her if she was about to fall asleep.

But who would have thought?

The Saintess was passing her a note right in the first class?

Lu Mo took the note and slowly opened it.

“What will happen to them in the end?”

Cecilia wrote.

Lu Mo replied on the paper: “That will be a long story.”

“And Otto will become the villain you mentioned earlier.”

“A fool, someone who doesn’t even dare to admit his own name.”

Cecilia wrote again: “They’ll go through a lot, won’t they?”

“Yes.”

Lu Mo replied.

“Then, in the end, will they meet again?”

“They will.”

“No one can stop them from reuniting.”

They left their handwriting on the paper.

The questions and answers were just like back then.

“Can you finish that story for me?”

At last, Cecilia wrote.

“Sure.”

Lu Mo replied.

In a way, this was fulfilling Cecilia’s regret from back then.

The story had stopped abruptly after Kallen’s death.

And soon after, she had lost Lu Mo forever.

But this time, it was different.

No force could separate them again.

She would stay by Miss Lu Mo’s side.

Spend her school days with Miss Lu Mo.

Hear Miss Lu Mo tell that story to the very end.

The story was long.

But the rest of their lives would be even longer.