HPDBC Chapter 131 The Phantom of the Guardian Tree (10)
Chapter 131 The Phantom of the Guardian Tree (10)
Chapter 131 The Phantom of the Guardian Tree (10)
The silence shattered in an instant, everyones gaze converging on that one spot.
Im so sorry.
Pavela, her head hung low, began to clean up the scattered tools and paint, her hands visibly trembling for some reason.
The surrounding female students came to her aid, asking with concern as they deemed her condition not well,
Pavela, are you okay?
She appeared to be discomforted by the attention,
Im sorry. I can manage on my own.
Ignoring the mess her clothes were getting from the paint, Pavela gathered the tools in a hasty manner, evidently flustered by the unexpected incident.
Then she made a quick exit. Following Professor Georgias instruction, a few female students went after her. With that, the situation was settled.
Trisha, blank-faced, batting only her eyelids, asked,
Is she really okay?
Lets focus on our own work.
You can be really cold sometimes. Its like you have two sides to your personality.
And Damian, isnt it a bit chilly?
I dont feel it.
Thats strange. It feels like the airs gotten cooler.
The greenhouse basked in warm sunlight; it wasnt an environment where it could get cold.
Arent you dressed too lightly? You shouldve worn something heavier.
Trishas expression instantly drooped, likely thinking I was chiding her after she had gone to such lengths to dress up nicely.
It wasnt chiding. I was worried.
Dummy.
Soon after, the greenhouse door violently swung open, and Pavela entered, her attire tarnished with paint stains, her face hidden behind disheveled hair as she bowed her head.
She whispered something to Professor Georgia, who nodded empathetically after giving off a look of pity. With that, Pavela packed her belongings and left the greenhouse, it seemed she opted out of the class due to not feeling well.
Trisha, after glancing at her discreetly, commented,
She looks kind of pitiable.nÊw stories at
No need for you to worry. She has friends, even a fiance, and lives a sufficient life.
Trisha sunk into thought,
Youre treating it like someone elses problem because she has a fianc, right?
Its simply impolite to impose.
Besides, Pavela herself had made it clear she wanted to keep a distance. I had no reason to be concerned.
Trisha, with nascent curiosity, sprang an unexpected question on me,
What would you do if I had a fianc?
She watched my face intently before awkwardly turning away and crunching on a cookie.
Did I ask something too difficult? Youd be really sad, huh!
Fiancs dont end friendships.
And if you had to pick between an engaged friend and a fianc?
Without much thought, I replied,
Send the fianc on their way and cut ties.
Trisha prodded with her imagination,
Geez, thats harsh But what if your family forces an engagement?
Whats wrong?
Enough of this. Its distracting.
I want to know!
Its your own decision that matters more, right? Maybe you just want an excuse, My family forced me, to push away a friend without feeling guilty. I cant know for sure. What would you do if faced with that?
Trisha responded, a touch disheartened,
What does?
The seniors painting, and yours.
Stop talking nonsense and keep still.
I draped the coat over Trishas head and tied the sleeves like a present.
It should protect her against the rain as we made our way between buildings.
Having secured the makeshift raincoat around her, Trishas dimples showed through her smile.
What will you do without it?
Im fine; lets go.
The rain, once pouring heavily, whimsically turned into a drizzle. I grasped Trishas wrist, stepping outside the greenhouse.
As we made our way, Trisha looked up at me with concern,
You cant get wet!
Then she placed her palm on top of my head. It hardly shielded me from the rain, but the thought amused me, and I couldnt help but laugh.
Thus, in amicable accord, we walked on under the rain when Trisha suddenly mentioned something she noticed,
But I saw a strange painting.
Tell me about it.
A painting with a woman sitting by the Guardian Tree, her hair color similar to mine.
It was the same painting the senior had been working on throughout the class. The masked stranger from the previous day was undoubtedly him, and he didnt seem to hide who he was.
Thats why I told you to be careful. It seems that senior somehow caught a glimpse of you.
How could?
He mustve seen you sneaking out. Mistook you for the priestess of the Guardian Tree.
Trisha puzzled,
That doesnt make sense. How could he?
You and I both need to be careful. Sometimes I almost get nervous that my disguise will slip.
No, Ive never been to the Guardian Tree without my disguise.
What do you mean?
Ive never gone there without my disguise on!
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And the woman in the painting had silver hair. Mines pure white. Thats a huge difference.
I halted mid-step, and Trisha, noticing belatedly, turned to me with confusion,
Its raining, what are you doing?
Another figure flashed through my mind.
If it wasnt Trisha, perhaps it was another person I knew.
She might also be walking the pathways of Eternia. As long as I am here, our paths are bound to cross someday.
I only wish that day would be as distant as possible, like a dull ache pinned in some recess of my heart.
I tried to reject the thought. If not Trisha, it could actually be the priestess of the Guardian Tree who had been sighted.
I preferred to believe it was just that.
Trisha wrapped her arms around herself, shivering,
Why is it so cold? Lets hurry up!
We proceeded, and at the entrance porch of the magic department, we paused. It seemed Trisha had her class here.
She handed me back my coat, then touched my face with what looked like concern, her hands slightly trembling.
I narrowed my eyes,
What are you doing?
Damian, you look pale. Are you cold, pretending not to be? Silly!
No, Im alright. Just let me know when class ends. Ill come with an umbrella to pick you up.
It finishes in three hours. And what will you be doing?
Practicing.
In the rain?
When Im in a sour mood, I need to keep moving. Otherwise, I get consumed by my thoughts.
Yes.