McCreese was the first to notice Dilling's figure. He stopped and looked sideways at Neia, "Your friend has come to pick you up." As the dean of the Junior Academy, he knew the private relationships of the students well.
Neia's eyes were in a daze, and after a while, she slowly regained her clarity and watched Di Lin approach slowly.
"Your Excellency the Dean." Dilling saluted.
McCreese nodded and said, "Are you here to find Neia?"
Dilling was a little stunned. He came to ask why the dormitory was empty, but looking at Neia's pale face and McCreese's hesitant expression, he subconsciously hid the question in his heart, "Is he alright?"
McCreese sighed, "You take him back first."
Dilling looked at Neia worriedly.
Neia turned around, saluted McCreese, and walked towards the dormitory with her head down.
Dilling looked at McCreese hesitantly, and after seeing him nod silently, he followed.
"Perhaps you can rely on the strength of your friends." McCreese stood still and whispered.
Dilling turned his head back for no apparent reason.
McCreese has turned back.
"You..." Dilling quickened two steps and walked to Neia's side, looking at him wanting to ask but not knowing how to ask. From the side, Neia's cheeks looked thinner than when they first met, and her transparent complexion seemed to melt into the air at any moment.
"Are you here to find Suso?" Ning Ya glanced at him.
Dilling looked a little embarrassed.
Neia said blankly: "They held a bonfire party in the open space before, you can go there now."
"Let's go together?" Dilling asked tentatively.
Neia shook her head, "I'm going to pack my things."
"tidy up?"
"Yeah." Neia's shoulders slumped slightly, "I'm going home."
Dilling suddenly choked his breath and blurted out, "Why?"
"I miss home."
"But we've only just arrived!" Thinking about it, he knew that homesickness was just an excuse. Entering St. Pades is an unattainable dream for everyone in Dreamland! No one will give up this dream because of homesickness.
Di Lin's chest was stuffy and he couldn't help but say, "Is it because of the thing you asked me about before?"
Neia frowned, stopped, looked at him seriously and said, "If you treat me as a friend, can you forget that incident?"
Dilling stopped and looked back at him with a steady gaze, "You came to St. Pades to seek the help of the Holy Court?"
"You don't think I'm a friend." Neia lowered her eyelids gently.
"You don't think I'm a friend!" Dilling stepped forward impulsively, "If you treat me as a friend, why can't you tell me what difficulties you encountered?!"
"Because you're from Shaman Lille, and I'm from Langzain." Neia looked at him, and seemed to be looking at the country behind him through him.
Dilling froze.
Even if they came to St. Pades, a place far from the politics of each country, they could not change the national labels on them.
"Then," he didn't know what he wanted to say, but didn't want to let the atmosphere continue to be so solemn, "Where's Ciro? Can he help?"
Neia raised her head, a faint flame flashed in her eyes, "He's different from you."
Dilling was stunned.
"Still," Neia's face seemed to be frozen by frost, cold and hard, "Do you think that what I have done to you will be recklessly done to everyone?"
Dilling's face turned red, and he said slowly, "I didn't mean that."
But Neia didn't listen to his explanation and turned around and left.
Dilling silently followed behind him, just like last night.
When he came, the road was obviously long, but when he went, it quickly came to an end. It was almost time for Dilling to figure out how he should apologize.
—Although it was only for a brief moment, Dilling had to admit that he did secretly speculate in his heart whether Neia would do what she did to herself in the forest to Ciro again.
Neia returned to her room, and instead of closing the door, she packed up her belongings one by one. Except for the daily use, they were all thrown into the space ring.
"Are you really leaving?" Dilling stood at the door, watching him clean up.
Neia was silent.
"Didn't the academy help you?" Di Lin had a hard time clarifying his feelings for the weak boy in front of him. Sympathy, perhaps, because of that teetering weakness. Maybe he cares, because he is the first same-sex person in his life to express strange feelings to him. Or maybe... it's dependence, because he is the only friend in this academy who has made him feel able to rely on.
"Not for now." Neia tightened her fingers.
"Temporary?" Dilling said, "Is that possible in the future?"
Neia raised her head, looked at the moonlight outside the window, and said lightly, "There is no more."
Dilling didn't understand his words until a long time later, but at that time, even annoyance could not change the reality.
Raymond and the others didn't come back until midnight.
The noise rushed into the quiet dormitory like a tidal wave, making Dilling extremely uncomfortable.
Aidi was carried back by Jeffrey and Raymond, one on the back and the other on the foot. All three drank a lot of alcohol, which can be seen from the bruises on Alidi's face.
Dilling waited at the door for a long time before he saw Soso's figure—
Hung on Shiro's body.
Even though it was a little far away, Dilling could feel the anger that was about to erupt in Ciro.
Dilling frowned and went up to meet him.
His mood tonight can be expressed as bad, so he doesn't mind finding an opponent for a fight!
"Get him off me!" Ciro angrily said without giving Dilling any chance to speak.
Dilling was slightly surprised. The Ciro he knew was so gloomy that he rarely put his joy or anger on his face. This one in front of him is obviously different from his understanding. But he soon found out why.
Shiro's chest was exuding a smell of alcohol and stench. If I read correctly, it should be the traces of vomiting.
"Soso." Dilling's voice was very soft.
If it wasn't for Ciro's too grim expression, he would probably have patted Soso on the head and praised him for a good job.
Of course, he didn't mind leaving this thing until he went back to do it slowly.
"It's weird to wake up like this." Ciro resisted the stench coming from his chest and wanted to throw Soso off his body. He usually underestimates him, even though he is not tall and his limbs are not long, but his skills at picking people are really top-notch. He jerked him around several times, nearly tearing his clothes and leaving him shirtless.
Di Lin saw that there were red handprints on the back of Suo Suo's hands and neck, his eyes suddenly sank, he stepped forward, put his arms around Suo Suo's waist, and gently touched his head: "Honey, we're home."
Ciro stared at him coldly, with mockery in his eyes.
But to his surprise, Susuo really let go of his hands and moved obediently into Dilling's arms.
Ciro, who suddenly lost his weight, felt a chill in the place where he was originally being held, and couldn't help trembling.
"Many thanks to His Royal Highness Prince Siro for returning Soso." Displeased and unhappy, it was Sosuo who was stalking each other, Di Lin had no excuse to get angry, and he had to thank him for sending Soso back.
Shiro snorted coldly, turned his head and left.
Dilling knew that he must go back to take a bath, and in a good mood, he walked upstairs with Soso in his arms.
Suo Suoan was divided like a kitten, and Di Lin didn't even notice when he put him on the bed, so he found a comfortable place to fall asleep.
Dilling sat on the edge of the bed panting and covering his nose.
There were two drunks in the room, and he didn't even want to sleep well.
After thinking about it, he simply went to the next door.
Because Soso often shuttles between the two rooms, Neia hardly closes the door. When Dilling entered the room, he was already asleep.
Dilling tiptoed onto the bed, turned his back to the wall, and looked at Neia's back.
The moonlight shone on his back, trembling slightly.
Dilling sat up suddenly.
Because he realized that it was not Moonlight that was trembling, but Neia.
He remembered what happened to Neia's curse on Neia outside the library. He walked to the bed in three steps and held his shoulder in a low voice, "Are you sad?"
Neia turned her head slightly, her pale face covered in cold sweat.
"You..." As soon as Dilling said a word, he watched in horror as a black vine slowly spread up the back of his neck.
Neia retracted her head under the covers and curled her body into a ball.
As for the curse, Di Lin was helpless and could only sit by the bed, holding his hand gently across the quilt, and silently conveying his strength.
I don't know how long it took, and the moonlight outside the window shone between the two beds.
Neia turned her head and whispered, "It's alright."
"Is it like this every night?" Di Lin frowned.
Neia raised her head, her gray hair stuck to her forehead, and her black eyes were as silent as a deep pool, "Just go home."
Dilling's throat tickled, I almost blurted out the words of your Magic Legion, but in the end it was only almost.
He owns the Magic Legion because of his surname Basseco.
Because his surname was Basek, he couldn't lend it to the Neia Magic Legion for no reason.
The answer to this question was doomed from the start.