The seasons of the Magic Academy still alternated regularly.In the spring, cherry blossoms fell all over the stone steps along the path on the west side of the academy; in the summer nights, warm magical lights poured over the spires of the ancient towers; in the fall, golden leaves were swept up by the wind and twirled and fluttered in the academy's central plaza; and in the winter, snow covered the eaves of the houses, and a hint of stillness lingered in the chilly air.
Everything was the same as before.
It was only that certain people knew that this academy had once had a more vibrant time-
In front of the tutor building back then, there was always a contracted demon rampaging about.
Back then, in the corridors, there would be low laughter after a successful prank.
Back then, the mentees would not be able to help but snicker in their hearts after seeing a certain demon being taught a lesson by their own mentor.
But nowadays, all these traces have been erased by time a little bit, and the academy has changed back to what it should be, strict, peaceful, and sanity reigns supreme.
No one mentioned that demon anymore.
But even if they don't, his traces still can't be completely erased.
In this academy, Mentor Ellis was still Mentor Ellis.
His new book on Abyssology was successfully published, and once it was published it received vast popularity, the contents of the book were in-depth and enriched the scarcity of research on Abyssal creatures in the Abyssology world, the details were considerate and realistic, especially the depiction of the demon in it, it was included in the textbooks for students to study.Since then, he became famous, leaping to become one of the country's most outstanding grand magicians and an authority in the abyssal science world.
He was still the same human mage who had secured a tutor's seat in the academy at a young age, still the most awe-inspiring scholar of magical theories, and still the most respectable yet unapproachable tutor in the hearts of his students.
Only, he was quieter than before.
Not a superficial calmness, but some kind of deeper level of quietness - a silence that was completely cut off from the outside world and that no one could really touch.
Some people perceived that Ellis was stricter than before.
He was harder on his students, his standards in class were higher, and there was hardly any room for slacking off.
Some felt that this was because he had become more mature.
But only a few understood that it wasn't maturity, but rather that once he had taken certain things out of his life, he needed a more rigorous order inside to fill the void.
And the few tutors in the academy who still remembered Nyx would only let out a heartfelt sigh when they happened to see Ellis sitting alone by the window at the end of the library's long corridor in the middle of the night, flipping through a magical tome that he had already read countless times.
No one mentioned Nyx again.
But everyone knew that something was missing from Mentor Ellis' world.
Nyx returned to the Abyss.He adapted to who he really was, to his power, and even to the loneliness of being one of the rulers of the Abyss with amazing speed.His family was relieved at the change in him, and they all felt that Nyx had grown so much.
The demons of the Abyss submitted under his rule, his fame spread quickly through the Dark Kingdom, no one dared to despise him anymore, and he finally stood above all demons.
It should have been something he could only dream of - unrivaled power, supreme authority.
But on certain unoccupied nights, he would subconsciously do meaningless things.
He would place a magical lamp in the corner of the palace, the kind of light that was faint and steady, extremely similar to the lights in certain corridors in the academy.
He would unconsciously write a few lines of familiar annotations on the pages of an ancient book of the Abyss while studying it, not realizing until he stopped writing that it was the handwriting that Ellis had once used to correct his homework.
He would even dream of that world, that academy, and that person on a certain fixed day of the year.
The scenes in his dreams were always gentle, that academy would never change, it still stood there, and he was still that contracted demon who did as he pleased in the human world.
After the dream wakes up, he never mentions it.