As a Sword Saint, I Want to Be a Demon King

Angelina bit her lip, trying to free her arm.

However, the silver-haired girl hugged her so tightly that she didn't even try to break free a few times.

"Hey, let's see what you do now."

Egwen thought proudly.

Angelina has always appeared in the academy as a "weak female pharmacist/a master alchemist who doesn't know physical skills".

And I am a real swordsman, if Angelina breaks free from my embrace easily, doesn't it prove that her previous image is just a fake?

——She is sure that even if Angelina has the ability to break free, she will not easily reveal her strength.

"I'll take you to the medical room."

Without any explanation, she hugged Angelina horizontally and left the classroom in the form of a princess hug.

"Wow—"

After the two left, a pot exploded in the classroom.

"Did you see it? Senior Garcia just now is so handsome."

A female student closed her eyes, a blush appeared on her face, and she said enviously:

"I wish someone could hold me tight like this."

"If I could be hugged by Senior Sister Garcia like this, I would pass out from happiness..."

"I won't pass out, I'll wrap my arms around her neck, and then..."

"Yeah—that's a bold idea!"

The female students whispered excitedly.

Although the male students had similar discussions, many fantasized that they were the one hugging Angelina.

"Why am I not a woman!"

A male student said regretfully:

"I also want to hug Angelina mentor sideways ahhhhh!"

"Come on, you weak chicken of the alchemy department."

Someone next to him said contemptuously:

"Look at your little arms and legs, can you hug someone?"

"You can be picked up, but it's a pity that you look like a stupid and stupid bear. If you dare to do that, Teacher Angelina will just hit you with a flame bottle!"

The male students retorted.

"I have this [Water Protection], so I'm not afraid of any flame bottles at all."

The person next to him proudly pulled out a necklace:

"Besides, if you can really hug it, what does it matter if you get burned..."

In the corridor outside, the silver-haired girl ran forward quickly regardless of Angelina's protest in her arms.

Under the surprised gazes of the academy staff and several tutors, she brought Angelina to the treatment room and put the latter on the hospital bed.

"Mr. Angelina, lie down and don't move."

Aiwen helped her take off her shoes involuntarily.

"I'm really fine!"

Angelina was a little anxious.

She wanted to get off the bed, but found that her shoes had been taken to the door by the silver-haired girl.

"Crack."

Then lock it from the inside.

The doors and windows here are very strong, an alchemist who needs materials and tools to fight, it is difficult to break through anyway in the absence of props.

Unless she uses magic to bomb.

But the location of the treatment room is not remote, and the fluctuations caused by magic are easy to attract attention.

"What the hell do you want to do?"

Angelina's voice sounded sullen because no one else was there.

"Of course it's for your treatment?"

The silver-haired girl said in surprise:

"I may need to show some skin later. It's not good for someone to break in and see."

She took out some wound medicine from the cabinet, and put a few bottles of calming medicine on the table.

"I said, I don't need treatment."

Angelina rolled over and sat up, wanting to go barefoot to get her shoes.

But this move was firmly stopped by Aiwen.

"—Look at your hands."

Then the silver-haired girl grabbed her hand with pity in her eyes.

With gentle movements, gently stroke the traces of corrosion on the skin surface:

"It's obviously a pair of beautiful hands... but they don't know how to cherish them at all. It makes people feel very distressed when they see them."

"I think you should take a break."

She didn't do too much and let Angelina go quickly.

Then use a domineering yet considerate way to make her lie flat and raise the pillow for her.

Then straightened up and said to the female instructor:

"I've always been curious...what made you study alchemy so hard?"

"Obviously the alchemy workshop is a place that is dirty, messy, and full of strange smells. No girl would like it there."

"You don't understand the meaning of alchemy."

Seeing the sincerity of what she said, Angelina didn't do anything out of the ordinary, so she let down her guard a little:

"This course is not just as simple as material conversion, it also takes into account people's life, production...even military use;"

"Medicines can save lives, magic seeds can make agricultural products harvest, and explosives can be used for mining and fighting, all of which are inseparable from the application of alchemy;"

She resumed the attitude of the instructor when she was lecturing, instilling knowledge into the silver-haired girl:

"Although magic is indeed convenient at times, alchemy is also an indispensable foundation for human development..."

When the two were talking, Aiwen asked her some questions from time to time.

Then he helped her apply the medicine with hands and feet, and listened carefully to her answers.

It didn't take long before Angelina's vigilance gradually dissipated, and the conversation between the two gradually opened up, and they began to discuss various things.

"So your parents are gone."

Hearing her family situation, the silver-haired girl looked a little sad:

"It must have been hard."

Only then did Angelina remember that the girl in front of her had a mother who died very early.

Her father died tragically on the battlefield when she was a child, and she has always lived alone.

Looking at the way she carefully applied the medicine to herself, and the crystal sweat stained on her silver hair, she couldn't help being touched to a soft area in her heart.

"I have a teacher..."

Oddly enough, she narrated a past event that she had never mentioned before:

"Although I have no parents, my teacher adopted me when I was very young and taught me the skills of survival and fighting;"

"She is very strong, so strong that no one dares to offend her; so as a disciple, I have not been bullied at all, and my life is not hard."

"—that teacher of yours must be a great man."

The silver-haired girl helped her paint the last scar and answered softly:

"I have never seen my mother's gentle smile, nor have I been severely reprimanded by my father;"

Stretching out her hand to brush away the strands of hair in front of her eyes, her eyes showed sadness:

"Both our parents left early, and I'm like you in that regard."

"But... I haven't met such a teacher."

After saying this, Ai Wen took a deep breath and stood up straight.

A smile appeared on her face again, but this smile looked so bleak:

"It has been completely treated. As long as you take good care of it in the future, your skin will definitely get better."

After speaking, she cleaned up the table, put all the medicines and tools back to their original positions, and turned to leave.

"Wait a moment!"

The moment she turned around, Angelina couldn't help calling out to her.

Chapter 51 The Missing Relic

The silver-haired girl stopped.

But she didn't look back, her body seemed to be trembling slightly.

"Are you...is there anything else?"

She asked in a low voice, her voice sounded choked with sobs:

"I know you are very busy with work, it is difficult for you to be my bodyguard..."