Magic Life in the Empire-Chapter 95: Need to Relax

This must be how Tigris felt earlier...

"She said it was impressive. I believe her."

Cyril was about to get up from his seat and leave, but as he was doing so, Myra's request turned up in his mind.

He almost forgot about it.

"Principal Margaret, I have another unrelated question I want to ask," he said and sat back down.

Margaret stopped what she was doing as well, nodding, "Ask away."

"Why did you suddenly come back to the Academy?" Cyril asked as cautiously as he could.

Surely this was a normal thing to be interested in?

Margaret didn't think for long before casually replying, "I was requested to come back by the Emperor."

Then she paused and contemplated for a second. "It should be fine to tell you..."

"The Tower is worried about demons recently. They've gone completely silent. The guard outposts stationed near the demon territories even stopped seeing any movement at all."

Margaret pinched the corner of her witch hat. "Such silence weighs heavy on the Empire; they think demons must be plotting something. After all, they attacked the Tower itself recently, making some threatening proclamations."

She spread her arms with helplessness. "The Empire is trying to be as careful as possible. So here I am, just in case."

"Don't tell this to other students; I don't want anyone to panic..." Margaret added with a sigh. "I, personally, think they are worried over nothing."

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Cyril nodded in agreement.

"Hmm... That's a reasonable explanation. It doesn't sound like she knows the future."

True...

There was another thing he needed to ask, which honestly should be done through the proper way, but since he was right near the principal, he might as well try.

"Principal Margaret, you might've seen I have a few magic creatures..." Cyril began again.

But before he could continue Margaret interrupted him with a wave of her hand.

"You need bigger living space, right? Every beast tamer will make this claim sooner or later... No problem, leave it to me. I'll see if there is any suitable place around and send someone after you, you'll be satisfied." She nodded with a smile.

I wonder if this counts as nepotism...

"Absolutely. But who cares? When it's done for our sake, it's good!"

The Principal clearly favored the son of her old friend a lot. He heard some people had to go through a lengthy process to get approved for something like this.

With nothing else to say, Cyril thanked her, bid farewell, and left.

Their next lesson would be held whenever he next comes to her office, which was incredibly convenient.

He spent quite a bit of time in there; he was getting quite hungry.

Before going to the cafeteria, Cyril quickly picked up Morpho and Tigris. They wanted to eat as well.

The two siblings complained about him taking too long, to which Cyril could only apologize.

...

As luck would have it, Myra was having dinner at this time as well, sitting by herself at a table.

Cyril quickly grabbed what the chef recommended and headed to join her, with Morpho and Tigris behind him.

When she noticed him, Myra's eyes shone with hope, and she quickly finished eating.

"Did you find out something?" She eagerly, but quietly, asked while wiping her mouth with a napkin.

Cyril took a comfortable position and whispered back. "She says she is back by the order of the Emperor. Nothing unusual or suspicious."

Such a reply confused Myra; her face grew contemplative.

"Perhaps the spell used by Margaret automatically created that cabin? It was simply a little gimmick she used for fun." Cyril said after thinking.

This was the conclusion he came to after his lesson.

"Maybe... But what about my state while in the cabin? I felt out of it, absent-minded. That wasn't normal." Myra shook her head with a frown.

Cyril hesitated for a bit and replied with his theory. "It could be that you are vulnerable to illusion magic... The spell worked stronger in your case."

Myra's frown deepened as she stared at the table in thought.

"You need to relax a bit. You've been tense lately; let's go around the city with Rose tomorrow. It should help," Cyril said and started eating.

It might've been a bit rude to say something like this.

He felt like he was in a horror story, dismissing the main character seeing ghosts with a mental health excuse.

But it's true that ever since the Tower visit, Myra was a bit out of it. All the other incidents that followed didn't help either.

The changing future is bringing too much stress on her.

Myra's mental state was a headache-inducing thing indeed. He wasn't sure how to approach it.

Relaxing is the most sincere advice he could offer to her at the moment. One shouldn't think of only bad things, that is counterproductive.

He also really wanted to look for magic creatures, and having Myra there would be more fun.

We'll do that on Thursday, and on Saturday we'll visit Jack.

"Perfect."

It seems like his words had an effect, as Myra stopped digging a hole in a table with her gaze and looked him in the eyes with a slight smile.

"Fine. Maybe you are right..." She said with a relieved expression.

"Maybe she was crazy from the beginning. And her correct predictions were just luck," Rhamn made a mean joke with a mocking smile.

Whatever you say...

Next, they ate in peace.

As moral support, Cyril also placed the confused Tigris near Myra, letting her pet the tiger for as much as she wanted.

The kitten wanted to resist at first, but Myra successfully earned his consent with a snack.

"Tigris, how can you be so cheap...?" Rhamn jokingly stared at him with fake tears.

The tiger could only hide his eyes, pretending to be clueless.

...

Back in his dorm, Cyril practiced the Dragon Art technique to enhance his body before going to sleep.

That night he had another dream about that heap of flesh.

Now he no longer even felt anything when viewing it.

He simply watched till the end and woke up the next day like nothing.

"Good morning," Cyril announced to everyone present.

Morpho was already up and rearing to go outside.

She wished Cyril and Rhamn good morning, which was an important ritual to start the day right, and flew away, swift as the wind.

She already had breakfast by herself in the kitchen.

Cyril slowly waved Morpho goodbye and closed the window. The weather was a bit chilly.

Now he started preparing for the day himself, beginning with a morning exercise.

"You don't really need to exercise at all. I can make your body as fit as you want." Rhamn lay on her side, watching Cyril's movements.

Cyril was well aware of that option. But morning exercise was already a deeply ingrained habit for him.

If he were to suddenly stop, he would get a rather uncomfortable feeling. Besides, exercising helped clear one's thoughts.

"I guess that's true." Rhamn nodded and switched her attention to another creature nearby.

Tigris lazily yawned and opened his eyes. He was quite the heavy sleeper.

"Come on! Let's start with a morning lesson!" Rhamn deliberately announced.

Feeling the malicious intent, the tiger froze, wanting to go back to sleep. Unfortunately, it was too late for that.

...

Refreshed and ready for the day, Cyril left his dorm, eager to quickly deal with the lessons.

Today was Thursday, the day they were supposed to go around the city, attempting to find some escaped magic creatures.

"About this... Do you think we'll encounter vampires? That girl did promise to have her revenge..." Rhamn said with interest.

How would she even find me? Do vampires have a strong sense of smell?

Cyril wasn't really worried about this. Even if vampires have a nose better than a dog's, Rhamn could simply change his scent.

"I can try... I would need to change the composition of your sweat, alter your breath... should be doable." Rhamn nodded a few times in thought.

And if the vampire princess somehow placed a mark on him with magic, then it would have been detected by Margaret.

How could any spell like that hide from the second most powerful mage in the Empire?

It should be fine.