blueteamnovel Chapter 231 : It's You, Isn't It
Chapter 231 : It's You, Isn't It
At this moment, Celitia truly had no way to consider so many other things.Even if Erwin was really testing her, Celitia couldn't care about that anymore.
If her suspicions led to the teacher not receiving timely rescue and dying, Celitia would never be able to accept it, no matter what.
Her face was even paler than the unconscious Erwin's, yet her heart was beating extremely fast, and her mind was clearer than ever before.
Seeing this, Shanie was immediately startled: "Lily, your complexion looks terrible too!"
"I'm fine," Celitia shook her head and said to Shanie, "Shanie, quickly come help me. Let's carry the teacher to flat ground."
In her nervousness, Celitia couldn't even be bothered with proper address, blurting out the word "teacher."
Fortunately, Shanie didn't notice her choice of words at all, hurriedly picking up Erwin and rushing into the adjacent bedroom, laying him flat on the low bamboo bed.
Celitia stepped onto the bed, kneeling beside Erwin. She checked his pulse, then placed both hands on Erwin's chest, pressing down repeatedly with force.
Shanie didn't know what Celitia was doing, but out of trust in her, Shanie didn't interrupt, only pacing nervously back and forth beside the bed.
Until Celitia stopped her movements, wiping the sweat from her face and catching her breath slightly.
"Should I take over?" Shanie asked. "How exactly should I press? Can you teach me?"
"No need, it's almost done," Celitia shook her head. "Where is Mr. Erwin's medicine? Do you know where it is?"
Shanie asked cautiously: "What medicine? Does the teacher normally take medicine?"
So Shanie didn't know? That old man was quite good at hiding things...
"Never mind," Celitia decisively gave up. "Go help me buy some things."
She quickly rattled off a string of names—various medicinal materials and alchemical supplies.
"Did you remember all that? Should I write it down?" Celitia asked.
Shanie usually had a poor memory, but this time her mind was working at lightning speed. She repeated the list silently several times, then nodded:
"I remember."
Celitia said: "Then I'll leave it to you."
Continuing to recite the shopping list under her breath, Shanie turned around and quickly rushed out the door.
Celitia exhaled and once again used her hand to check Erwin's breathing.
When Erwin first collapsed, his heartbeat was very weak. After Celitia urgently performed chest compressions for a while, it had returned to its proper state.
His breathing had also returned to normal—he should be out of danger.
Next, she would wait for Shanie to bring back the materials, use spell formations to create a medicinal potion, and have Erwin take it.
Just as Celitia was about to withdraw her hand, suddenly, another hand lifted from the side. Without giving her any chance to react, it firmly grabbed her wrist.
This hand, though covered with wrinkles, was strong and powerful—where was even half the weakness from just moments ago?
"Mr. Erwin?"
Celitia suddenly realized that this time, she had probably truly been deceived.
With Erwin's level of bodily control, forcibly weakening his heartbeat and adjusting his breathing was completely sufficient to fool her while she was panicking.
She had also found it strange just now—why had Erwin recovered after just a few compressions? It turned out he was pretending!
"You little brat, it's you, isn't it?"
Erwin spoke, his voice trembling slightly, filled with both disbelief and uncontrollable wild joy.
"What are you talking about?"
Celitia replied calmly, "You just woke up and your body is weak. You should rest properly."
Having said this, Celitia tried to break free from Erwin's grip.
But Erwin gripped even tighter, his five fingers clasping her wrist so tightly they pressed deep into her pale skin.
"It's you."
This time, Erwin didn't use a questioning tone—his voice became certain.
"I really don't know what you're talking about."
Celitia still wouldn't admit it, stubbornly refusing to give in.
Unable to break free with strength alone, Celitia began prying off Erwin's fingers one by one, finally managing to rescue her wrist.
Standing up from beside the bed, Celitia turned away: "Mr. Erwin, it seems you're fine now, so I won't disturb your rest."
With that, she was about to hurry away.
"Have you become nothing but a cowardly brat who only knows how to run away?"
Erwin used just one sentence to stop Celitia in her tracks.
She stood rigidly in place, her spine straight as a rod, but ultimately didn't turn around.
"I can hardly believe such a thing could happen in this world either."
Erwin sighed deeply. "Rising from the dead—is this a miracle granted by the goddess's mercy?"
"Why are you so certain?" Celitia clenched her fists bit by bit. "Perhaps this is just your delusion."
"If it's just delusion, then there are too many coincidences."
Erwin said leisurely, "When I asked you to buy ingredients for 'Bloody Earl,' I didn't tell you to buy shrimp, yet you brought some back."
Celitia gritted her teeth silently.
Sure enough, Erwin had been testing her since that time.
But back then, she hadn't noticed, or she wouldn't have been so careless.
"Because at that time, I happened to pass by a small stall selling shrimp. I thought shrimp would be suitable as decoration, so I bought one. As it turned out, it was indeed very suitable."
Hearing Celitia's excuse, Erwin just smiled: "Also, during practice, my sword accidentally slipped from my hand and flew toward you."
Celitia became even more annoyed—she knew that was also a test!
"You also saw that I couldn't dodge it. It was because you deliberately shot it off course that I wasn't injured."
"However, you had the ability to dodge. That instantaneous reaction couldn't escape my eyes."
Erwin smiled. "Rather, being able to forcibly change your instinctive reaction requires even stronger control and more accurate judgment."
Celitia remained silent.
"Finally, and most decisively," Erwin continued, "the technique you used to rescue me after I collapsed, and the materials you just had Shanie go buy—"
Celitia finally couldn't bear it anymore and turned to shout at him:
"To trick me, you pretended to be sick to this extent?"
Her voice gradually became choked, and her misty eyes were covered with a layer of moisture that quickly condensed into crystalline tears in her eye sockets.
"Deliberately pretending to be sick to scare me—you might as well have scared me to death! Would you be satisfied if you died again?!"
Erwin panicked and performed a carp jump, leaping up from the bed with agility that didn't match an eighty-year-old man, rushing to Celitia's side in one swift step.
"Oh my, no, I mean, you've become a little girl and all, but how did you also become such a crybaby?"
He touched the girl's soft head, continuously admitting his mistakes and apologizing: "Alright, alright, teacher was wrong. I shouldn't have tricked you and scared you... Please don't cry, okay?"