The Crimson Magister Chapter 79: V3-C7: The Emerald Necklace

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V3-C7: The Emerald Necklace Azure rushed out of Aqua’s chambers as she gripped the emerald necklace that Aqua had gifted to her. A small, happy tear formed in her eye, yet she couldn’t help but smile. I am really letting go of my role’s dignity in her presence, huh? She slowed down to a crawl as she stared at the large gemstone. “How did she know I like emeralds?” With a shake of her head, she made way toward her chambers. She could not let others see her behaving like a hormonal teen. She was far too old for her behavior. Of course, she had not regretted it; she had trusted Aqua with her life and had enjoyed her presence too much not to act like herself. Someone like Aqua did not deserve Azure to behave as she did with others. Her ears twitched widely as she slammed the door behind her. She had to hide and let her feelings subdue before she returned to the training grounds. Soon after, she crashed onto her bed and stuffed her head into the pillow, and giggled. “Aghhhh! I can’t believe she gifted me something so valuable!” She rolled on her back and lifted the precious gift above her. “Even though it's probably nothing to her.” I should do something for her; a couple of books as a gift is too cheap for someone like her. Her cheeks puffed out as her mind plunged into thought. “Maybe jewelry, just like she had given to me.” She hummed. When she looked at Aqua, she could clearly see a preference in color; for all intents and purposes, a ruby would have been perfect, just like one she had in her circlet when they first met. I wonder why she stopped wearing it. She quickly shook her head and pushed herself out of the bed. The day she had spent with Aqua was wonderful and helped her put her mind at ease; however, it was true she had duties to attend to. Especially as she was about to resume her attendance at Onost Academy, she should make sure her side was set right. When she had disappeared, her pupils were surely slacking off as they usually did, and that was something she could not allow. If they were to die because she had allowed them to be slothful, then the guilt would have eaten her alive. Just like those guards in Red Dawn. She sighed; they were long gone at this point, but as their superior, she had to keep them in her heart. They were now with Mortas, and thus they were safe from the worldly plight. Is it right to even hold the gods in such high regard? If someone like Aqua disliked them, then she surely had many great reasons; however, Laleyn’s actions contradicted it. Who would guarantee that Mortas took care of her soldiers’ souls? There was no guarantee all of them were amicable like Laleyn. “I wonder if Lady Laleyn and Aqua could see eye to eye…” She muttered to herself. Despite that she had not trusted the goddess before, she had proven to be someone worthy of being called a goddess. However, she truly understood why people were afraid of her; she was the mother of monsters and goddess of misfortune. She was someone whose name should not be uttered, yet when she spoke to her the second time, it was a caring little girl. Can’t judge her on her title alone, that is for sure. However, she had strongly suspected that Aqua would not wait for her patron to explain herself. Laleyn had been terrified when she spoke about her friend, to such an extent that it was clear that a direct meeting was impossible. She shook her head and approached her table; she needed to change and get on with her duties. While she was assured that it was fine for her to rest for a couple of days, she was never the one to abandon her duties when she had vitality. Perhaps for Aqua, yet that was an exception. For the heroine, she would abandon her post even if it would have gotten her executed, it was just how much she had appreciated the woman she called her friend. Why am I behaving like this? She had lived centuries without feeling what she felt. “Do I actually like her that way?” Her face turned brighter red. She thought that Sheira was merely te