【Interstellar Contract Magician】Ruyuanke

Chapter 476 [Empire] Seeing

Although the doctor couldn't find the cause, he still gave me leave.

"Don't overwork yourself recently. Rest for a few days and see how things go." The doctor closed the screen and spoke in a steady tone.

I sat in the chair in the clinic, silent for a moment, then nodded. Rest...?

Qianmo stood beside me, frowning slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he said nothing. He took the vacation approval from the doctor and glanced at me again.

"Thank you, doctor." I stood up, nodded slightly to him, then turned and walked out of the clinic.

Leaving the infirmary, the sunlight outside was a bit glaring. I squinted, feeling a bit hazy. The air was slightly cool, and a gentle breeze blew past, carrying away the unique moist air of early spring.

Qianmo quickly caught up with me and walked beside me. After a moment of silence, he whispered, "Go back and rest."

"Yeah," I said casually, but something strange was stirring inside me. The doctor couldn't find the cause, which didn't surprise me—after all, I knew exactly what the problem was.

But, can this problem really be solved by just resting?

I'm starting to want to leave here.

The light from the window streamed in through the glass, casting a faint shadow on the table. I stared at it, a faint sense of restlessness rising in my heart.

I knew that the real solution was to find the nutrients the green seedling needed. Its growth was beyond my control, and if it continued like this, I would eventually be completely devoured. However, I couldn't leave.

This is one of the rules of the military academy.

During the training period, you are not allowed to leave the campus without permission unless you have special permission. Moreover, I am currently on sick leave, so all my whereabouts are recorded, and any unusual behavior will be noticed.

Qianmo obviously noticed my downturn. He didn't ask any more questions, but silently pushed the soup on the table in front of me and said, "Eat something first."

I glanced up at him, then finally reached for the spoon and took a mouthful of porridge. The warm liquid slid down my throat, and the emptiness in my stomach eased a little.

Unfortunately, the porridge only fills the stomach, not the hollow feeling eroded by the green seedlings.

"Aren't you going to training?" I asked, my voice a little nonchalant.

Qianmo paused for a moment before answering, "There's no training scheduled today."

He didn't leave. Instead, he pulled a chair and sat at the table, watching me drink porridge in silence, as if he was confirming whether I had eaten well, and as if he was hesitating whether to say something.

I raised my eyebrows, looked at him, and said nothing.

The room was silent, the only sound being the gentle clink of the spoon against the edge of the bowl. The porridge gradually cooled, but the lingering chill in the air had not yet completely dissipated.

I put down the spoon, gently turned the edge of the bowl, and whispered, "Don't take care of me like that. I won't really fall down."

"...But you have already fallen." Qianmo's voice was calm, but it was impossible to refute.

I suddenly found our conversation somewhat funny.

He is obviously a calm and taciturn person, but he argued with me about these things seriously.

I chuckled softly and shook my head, "Okay, you win."

Qianmo didn't respond, but just looked at me, his eyes seemed to be weighing something, or as if he wanted to say something but didn't open his mouth.

The silence lasted for a few seconds. I casually held up my face and looked at him with a half-smile: "Are you worried about me?"

He pursed his lips but did not deny it.

I blinked, suddenly finding this scene somewhat baffling. A plant-powered person, earnestly caring for someone who could make combat plants chew on plants with special powers, and even solemnly making porridge for me and taking care of my daily routine.

This combination seems a bit strange no matter how you look at it.

After a few seconds of silence, I said, "You're not really treating me like a girl, are you?"

Qianmo's expression paused slightly, then he looked away and said lightly: "You are."

I narrowed my eyes and smiled meaningfully: "But in the military academy, I am a boy."

He was silent for a moment, then said softly, "So what?"

I froze.

That's an interesting answer.

I propped my chin up and looked at him. Qianmo's expression was calm, even a matter-of-fact. His ability was plant life, and he excelled at defense. His personality was also the unhurried type, but sometimes, his words could catch people off guard.

I suddenly felt like teasing her, so I moved closer and whispered, "So what do you take me for?"

The tips of Qianmo's ears turned slightly red, but he still maintained his usual calmness: "Patient."

I tutted my lips twice and smiled: "How considerate."

Qianmo lowered his head and took a sip of soup, seemingly not intending to respond, but the tips of his ears still had some redness that had not faded.

I lazily leaned back in my chair, looking at the porridge on the table, my smile still lingering. "But I don't think I'm really that weak."

Qianmo raised his eyes to look at me and said calmly, "Your expression betrays you."

I raised an eyebrow and reached out to touch my face. It did seem paler than usual. But so what? I was most aware of the changes in my body. The cyan seedlings had devoured me, leaving me dazed and nearly falling asleep. But now, I've mostly recovered.

"Okay, then I'll reluctantly enjoy your 'patient treatment'." I slowly scooped a spoonful of porridge into my mouth. It was moderately hot and tasted good.

Qianmo glanced at me, seemed relieved, and whispered, "Eat slowly."

I laughed again. This guy, really… the more we get along, the more we want to tease each other.

The night was deep, the streetlights casting a soft glow across the winding path. I trudged along, the crunch of fallen leaves rustling beneath my feet. I hadn't changed into my military uniform, only into a loose-fitting pair of pajamas. The cuffs of my sleeves swayed gently with my steps, bringing a touch of the cool night breeze.

Walking like this, I felt a long-lost sense of relaxation. No training, no rules, no stares from others. I sighed softly, letting the night breeze brush against my hair.

I heard faint footsteps in the distance, but I didn't look back, I just kept walking forward.

The beast taming class was still bustling with activity. Even at night, there were still people training or accompanying their exotic beasts.

Several exotic beasts moved leisurely around the field, some dozing on the ground, others grunting softly, bumping into each other and playing. In the distance, a tall young man crouched beside a tiger-like exotic beast, his palm gently stroking its back. The beast's tail twitched slightly, as if enjoying the comfort.

A few beastmasters stood together, whispering to each other. A flying beast nearby flapped its wings and hummed softly. Someone noticed me, their gaze lingering for a moment before quickly withdrawing. After all, I wasn't part of the beastmaster class. Even though I came here often, I was still an outsider.

I stood there, watching all this unfold. Combat plants and exotic beasts, while fundamentally similar, were ultimately distinct entities. I lowered my head, gazing at the trace of frost lingering on my palm. I thought of my transparent young vine, the emerald seedling.

After all, my combat plants are different from these strange beasts.

Although I also have a strange beast, my pink transparent slime.

It always clings to me softly, like a ball of boneless jelly, and from time to time it chirps, sounding a bit coquettish. I like its chirping the most, and every time I hear it, I always feel a little lighter.

Inside its body floats a tiny crystal, which slowly rotates as it sways, refracting a delicate rainbow luster, beautiful as a miniature planet. I once couldn't help but poke it with my fingertips, feeling the soft elasticity, and it trembled slightly, then happily rubbed back into my palm.

In the Beast Taming class, the other beasts were either majestic or agile, but my slime would just hop and cling to my sleeves and dangle. I thought, this might be the only beast I could bring into the class without causing a commotion.

The sky darkened slightly, but there were still scattered lights in the distant training grounds, illuminating the beasts of the Beast Taming Class. It wasn't yet to the point where they needed to be illuminated, but the change in light made my slime particularly conspicuous.

The shimmering crystal in its body, which had been barely visible at first, suddenly shone brighter as the light faded. Like a small portable beacon, it gently danced in the dim environment, swaying its crystal-clear body and emitting tiny chirping sounds.

Several curious beasts gathered around, drawn in by it. One, a nimble thunder leopard, crouched low, ears pricked up, tail wagging slightly, seemingly fascinated by the glowing creature. The slime, however, continued to hop around without realizing it, even excitedly lunging at the thunder leopard, attempting to cling to its furry paws.

Lei Bao's ears twitched, and he took a step back, as if burned. I couldn't help but smile, reaching out to scoop the slime back. It stuck to my palm and shook it, and the crystal continued to reflect beautiful light.

"You..." I helplessly flicked it lightly, and it made a cheerful "chirp", which seemed to be a response, or like a coquettish act.

Some boys came up to him with a sly look on their faces: "Hey, guys from the special abilities class, where's your sapling? Why did you bring this thing?"

I raised an eyebrow slightly, glancing at the approaching boys. My tone remained calm, yet with a hint of chill that couldn't be ignored: "It's called slime, not a 'thing'."

They didn't seem afraid of me, but rather seemed a little excited. They surrounded me one by one, their faces full of provocation and curiosity.

"Wow, the students in the supernatural class are so gentle. It turns out that even their pets are so special?" Another boy came closer with a smile and poked the slime's light crystal with his finger.

The slime trembled slightly, making a small "chirp" sound, and then became more active on my palm, its body constantly flashing with colorful light.

"Don't touch it," I warned, a hint of edge in my voice. "It doesn't like to be disturbed."

The boys hesitated for a moment, but seeing the displeasure in my eyes, they stopped pestering me. Instead, they began to whisper among themselves, clearly showing a growing interest in the little exotic animal I had brought with me.

"Okay, stop wasting time." I ignored them, turned around and continued walking towards the training ground with Slime.

The radiance of these supernatural powers was brilliant and dazzling, some like meteors streaking across the sky, others like vast flames burning in the night sky. Each individual's ability released a powerful aura, filling the atmosphere with a sense of oppression and tension. Flames, lightning, frost, and even some rare abilities, like invisible gravity or the distortion of time, lingered in the air.

I glanced at the field, feeling relatively calm. Training here had always been the focus of the Psychic Class, each one filled with challenges and unpredictable dangers. But for me, I was more of an unfamiliar and irrelevant spectator.

The slime shimmered with rainbow light in my palm, seemingly oblivious to the surrounding clamor. Instead, it gently emitted pleasant notes, as if enjoying its own existence. Its gentleness contrasted somewhat with the intense surroundings, but it also brought me a sense of peace.

I walked through the crowd, my gaze lingering for a moment.

I happened to meet Qianmo's eyes, and he was stunned for a moment when he looked at the slime in my arms.

I couldn't help but smile, gently lifting the slime to make it more visible, as if silently challenging his seriousness and composure. Qianmo's gaze lingered on it, a flicker of confusion in his eyes, then returned to me, seemingly puzzled. I knew he wasn't familiar with this little creature with special abilities; after all, it wasn't often seen in these kinds of settings.

"What's wrong?" I asked, my tone flat and a hint of joking. "Isn't it unusual?"

Qianmo's eyes were still fixed on the slime, as if he was pondering something. After a moment, he whispered, "It doesn't look like the kind of combat plant you brought with you..."

"You have good taste." I chuckled softly and continued walking to the other side of the training ground. "However, my 'combat plant' doesn't really like to attract attention. What do you think of it?"

He didn't answer immediately, but continued to stare at the shimmering creature, as if trying to comprehend its existence. Finally, he said calmly, "It's quite... special."

I nodded, a slight jolt in my heart. Perhaps in his eyes, this little guy was just an unexpected presence. And I, too, never seemed to want to see things in the conventional way, even the relationship between him and me.

I stuffed the slime into his arms.

Qianmo was visibly taken aback. He hadn't expected me to stuff the slime into his arms so suddenly. The little creature perked up in his arms, chirping happily. A rainbow of light flickered on his chest, illuminating his face.

He subconsciously hugged the slime tightly, and the embarrassment on his face made him stunned. After a long while, he spoke a little embarrassedly: "Why... did you give it to me?"

I glanced at him sideways, a mischievous smile on my lips: "Seeing you're so serious, it's just right to let it add some light to you."

Qianmo was clearly at a loss, looking down at the little creature in his arms. He gently patted its soft body, trying to calm it down. The slime didn't seem to care at all, and seemed even happier, its glow growing brighter.

"This isn't very appropriate..." He said helplessly, his eyes darting around, as if he didn't know how to handle the situation.

I glanced at him and chuckled, "Don't worry, it won't hurt anyone."

He seemed to understand something and finally relaxed a little, but still seemed a little reserved. "I didn't expect you to do this."

“Life is full of surprises, isn’t it?” I replied with a smile.