"Um……" When the girl in the bed hummed softly and wiggled her body, Morse and the tutor immediately turned their attention to her. “…” They both closed their mouths and stared at the girl. Sylvie moved, her eyelids fluttering slightly, and gradually regained consciousness. The mentor decided to put aside her thoughts for a moment, gave Morse a meaningful look, and then turned her attention to Sylvie who was waking up. "Are you awake?" She said gently with a smile, and her previous cold expression was replaced by a kind attitude. "How do you feel, Sylvie?" Sylvie blinked, looking confused, then seemed to realize where she was. "I... I don't know. What happened?" Despite her words, she seemed to be aware of the changes in her body and mind. The mentor glanced at Morse briefly before responding, "You have just performed a miraculous healing on Morse. It appears that you have far more talent than I initially expected." Hearing these words, Sylvie turned her gaze to Morse, her eyes filled with complex emotions, comfort, surprise, and something indescribable.
Even so, she still looked at him intently, as if she had found something wrong with him. Finally, with a hint of worry, she mustered up the courage to ask, "Are you all right, Morse?" These words sounded simple, even silly, but they were full of meaning to Sylvie, who had just witnessed the boy in front of her almost lose his life. She witnessed the severity of his injuries and she felt his pain. When she asked this question, it was more like she was seeking confirmation for herself. "I'm fine..." Morse managed to squeeze out these three words and nodded. "Thanks to you," he added. The expression on his face was familiar to Sylvie. He still had that serious look, but he avoided her gaze. She could see his inner emotions. Now that she had awakened her special qualities, she could perceive these details more clearly. 'Is he worried?' She asked herself. Concern showed on her emotional palette, but she couldn't understand it. 'And he was angry.' He was filled with anger, perhaps because of what happened in the dungeon. The hatred still exists, even stronger than before. But even so, there was no fear or regret in his heart, as if he did not care about his own life. 'Why?' She wanted to ask. 'Why don't you value your life more?' But she couldn't ask the question because her mentor interrupted her thoughts. "How do you feel, Sylvie? Do you feel any difference in your body?"
The mentor observed the silent exchange between Sylvie and Morse, and turned his attention back to Sylvie with a gentle smile. Sylvie took a moment to assess her own state. Her hand instinctively rested on her chest, as if sensing some unfamiliar change. Her expression changed subtly, and a hint of understanding flashed in her eyes. "I... I don't know. It's kind of weird," Sylvie said frankly, with surprise and uncertainty in her voice. "I felt a... warmth when I was healing Morse. It's like my powers were different, and seemed stronger." The mentor nodded knowingly. "Awakening your characteristics will bring about changes. It seems that your potential is deeper than you thought. The situation at that time may have triggered the awakening conditions of your characteristics." After saying these words, the tutor slowly stood up from his seat. "Now that I have confirmed your safety, I will take my leave," the instructor announced, his eyes flickering between Sylvie and Morse. "The higher-ups need to be aware of this development." She walked toward the door, her movements graceful and firm. "Continue to monitor your body, Sylvie Morse. If you feel any discomfort, seek help from the college's medical facilities immediately." With these parting words, the tutor left the room, leaving the two of them alone, with a subtle smile on her lips. despair! After the door closed, the room fell silent. Neither of them spoke, but just stayed in silence. Despite the silence, the awkward feeling seemed to be felt only by Sylvie, and Morse fell into deep thought. Even in this embarrassment, Sylvie could not forget what she had seen in the dungeon an hour before. That scene was deeply engraved in her mind. 'Why?' Sylvie couldn't bear the silence any longer. The questions were swirling around in her mind, and the emotions she had been trying to suppress finally burst out, forcing her to break the tense atmosphere. "Morse," she asked finally, her voice full of curiosity and anger. "What happened in B-3? Why are you so badly injured?" Her eyes stared into his face, trying to find an answer, and perhaps a glimpse into the heavy thoughts weighing on his mind. 'What happened?' The treatment was successful, but the concerns left Sylvie with more questions. This man's past, his emotions, his hatred and anger, and the people who targeted him in the dungeon... everything seemed unusual. "Don't you know?" came the answer soon after, and it was typical of him. 'Another answer to a question with a question.' This habit of his always irritated her; it felt like he was avoiding talking about himself. 'It's okay to talk about other people's past, but not your own... humph!' She still remembers how he invaded her personal space and said mean things. When she and others asked him about him, he always avoided the question. "If I knew, would I still ask you?" she retorted in Morse's tone. His expression remained indifferent, and he didn't care about this behavior.
"You might," he replied casually, making Sylvie angry at his evasive tactics. "But if I know what happened and I ask you, doesn't that mean I want you to tell me yourself?" Sylvie insisted. But Morse’s answer was simple and frustrating: “Yes.” "Shouldn't you answer then?" Sylvie pressed on, refusing to let him avoid the conversation. "Why?" Morse's voice echoed in the room, making Sylvie feel helpless. "What why? What do you mean?" she asked, her voice rising, her frustration threatening to overflow. The air between them was growing tense, the unspoken emotions from recent events filling the air. "What does this have to do with you?" Morse answered nonchalantly, turning his gaze towards the door. The approaching footsteps suggested that someone else was coming in, and his characteristic [Insight Perception] allowed him to detect the source of the footsteps. "Two girls." He thought to himself. Sylvie's frustration deepened. "What does this have to do with me? Because... because maybe I can help you!" She said loudly, angry and concerned. But before she could continue, Morse turned his head and looked at her. "Help me... This is so like you." Morse's voice was filled with sadness and bitterness, and his purple eyes revealed a complex emotion for a brief moment, as if revealing a corner of his inner world. "But, Sylvie, you know?" After he finished speaking, he lowered his head and looked at his hands. “Some people are destined to walk their own path alone,” Morse whispered, with a weight in his voice, as if his words had profound meaning. “Because they lose the opportunity to walk with the people who matter.” His expression was still unreadable, like a mask, hiding the complexity of his heart, but even so, Sylvie could feel the guilt in his heart. 'Who is that person?' Snap! But before she could continue thinking, the door was pushed open and Sylvie's friends hurried in. "Sylvie, are you okay?" Jasmine immediately ran to Sylvie, her face full of worry. "I just heard that you fainted in the dungeon. What happened?" Seeing her friend coming, Sylvie was a little overwhelmed for a moment. "Don't worry, Jasmine. Everything is alright," Sylvie reassured her, trying to stay calm. "Something happened in the dungeon, and I saved someone, but I'm alright now." Jasmine stepped back slightly and looked at Sylvie carefully, her eyes sweeping from the top of her head to the soles of her feet. "It looks like you're actually okay." She nodded to herself, her eyes flickering with curiosity. "Wait, you went to save the other students? What happened? Are they okay?" Sylvie hesitated for a moment as to whether or not to explain what she had seen in the dungeon, but ultimately decided not to. "Not many, only one student." "Um... do you know him?" "It's Morse." "Ah? Morse?" "right." "I see... so how is he?" "He... huh? He was here just now." Sylvie turned her head to look at the bed, but found that it was empty. A look of confusion crossed her face.
"Where did he go?" Jasmine asked, looking around, her eyes scanning the entire room. Sylvie shook her head. "I don't know. He was just here." Jasmine frowned, a worried look on her face. "He was here just now? What happened to him? Why did you go to save him?" Sylvie hesitated again, struggling with how much to reveal. "Something happened in the dungeon, and I found him badly injured. I couldn't just leave him there, so I tried to heal him." Jasmine's eyes widened in surprise. "He's injured? How seriously?" Sylvie nodded solemnly. "It was very serious. His arm was broken and he had many injuries. I thought he was going to die." "A broken arm? That sounds horrible. But you treated him?" Sylvie nodded again. "Well...it's weird. I felt a different power inside of me, like I could do more than I thought possible. It was like a miracle that I healed him then." At this time, another girl looked at Sylvie with a mixture of awe and confusion. "Miracle? What do you mean?" Danielle said with wide eyes. Sylvie struggled to find the right words. "I don't know how to explain it. I just had this sudden feeling that I could heal him in a whole new way. But then, he left without saying anything." Hearing these words, Danielle's expression behind Sylvie suddenly became gloomy, and this time Sylvie did not miss it. 'Um?' Unlike before, she could feel it clearly now. Something inside Danielle was clouding her vision, hiding her inner dissatisfaction. 'What's this?' This was the first time Sylvie realized that her characteristics were not invulnerable...