Offered to the Triplet Alphas

Chapter-82. Not the cure

[Xanthea]

Luckily, my first lecture was an introductory session on botanical alchemy, which put me at ease since I already had some knowledge of the subject.

The professor taught us about the primary plants used in potion-making and ended the lecture by telling us to prepare for a field trip, because in our next lecture we were going to locate these plants in the wilderness.

Vish advised me to prepare well for the next class because the professor might give us an in-class assignment to identify, collect and prepare a report on those plants within a certain time-limit. The more plants we identify and collect, the more points we'd get because an assignment always meant points, lots of points.

A part of me was already excited about the next class, while another part was unsure if I'd make it to the next class, given that I was illegally hiding two kids in my pouch.

Nevertheless, Vish helped me take notes on my laptop and explained the point system more clearly. She also shared some easy and efficient strategies for completing assignments on time and earning more points.

After the first lecture, I attended two more with Vish, and things went more smoothly than I had anticipated.

"Are they okay in there?" I whispered into the fit-it-all, which I had kept wide open to ensure there was enough air supply for Zosha and the kid.

"This is the fifth time you are asking this question in the last fifteen minutes," Vish whispered. "If you keep doing that, others might get suspicious."

I glanced at her as we walked toward the cafeteria together, with Claude and Vincent trailing behind us.

All of us were in the same course and taking the same classes. Karima and Kieth were in the same course as well, but since they had earned more points by clearing exams faster, they were far ahead than the rest. That was also why their lectures differed from ours.

"So you are telling me Karima saw the authorities and aborted her plan to rescue the squirrel savior?" Claude asked Vincent.

"Apparently. An intelligent decision. We are middle working class demons. We can't afford such troubles," Vincent said in a monotonous tone.

"True. We can barely afford our tuition fees. I'm in this only because of Vish or else-"

Vish turned back and glared at Claude even before he could finish his statement.

"I never asssked for your help," she hissed and all of us stopped in our tracks.

"No, sweetheart! You're getting me wrong. I'm completely enjoying this legal hide and seek. It's fun until we get caught. I mean... well... someone helped your squirrel savior, right? Let them help. We can cheer for them, right? I know I make sense because this situation clearly doesn't." Claude let out an empty chuckle.

We were in an almost isolated corridor and we had a twenty minutes' break before our next lecture.

"Someone wants to play the hero. Let them. Why should we get involved? We don't even know her. I don't know about you guys, but my wolf can't just ignore the three shadows lurking in her aura," Vincent said darkly, glancing at me and then his eyes hovered in the air around me.

I turned behind with a jerk. All I saw was my solo shadow. But I knew what Vincent saw - the demon lords' claim on my soul, something that kept other demons away from me.

"Ever since she entered the lecture hall, my wolf has been screaming at me to stay as far away from her as possible," Vincent said.

Vincent had finally addressed the elephant in the room that the others were trying to ignore.

"I don't have a wolf, but my fae instincts tell me something similar. A glance at her overpowering aura is enough to freeze my bones. She might look like a harmless lady, but the demons she's linked with are far beyond our league. This lady's a trouble, my dear Vish. Just let her be," Claude said.

Vish clenched her fists and spoke through her gritted teeth.

"Did I consult you for advice, Claude? No, right? Then please feel free to go your way. You used the squirrel savior to save your ass when you bunked classes and had her take notes for you." Vish looked at Vincent.

"And you!? You used her when you needed an extra hand to complete your assignments faster. But now when she needs your help the most, all you can think about is saving your fucking ass. Go for it! You men are all the same, anyway!" "No baby. I am not like the other men. I love you and that is why I am here-"

"The only reason she is helping her is because it somehow heals some part of her," Vincent interrupted Claude. He didn't directly look at me, but I knew he was talking about me and Zosha. "I have read a research article about such people on EvilExpress. Abuse survivors."

Vish frowned.

"Not again..." Claude drawled. "No one wants to know about those disturbing research-"

"These survivors can develop any of the two complexes. Either the villain complex or the hero complex-" Vincent said.

I'll ever be not ignored in this group-" Claude rolled his eyes, crossing

they ignore. But the ones with the hero complex have this misconception that they can save the whole

be as selfish as

demon's nature, Vish," Vincent said. "You belong to the serpent tribe who live close to mortals, so your nature doesn't align with mine. But that doesn't make you any better or worse than me. The decision to save the squirrel was of the savior, and the decision to kill that squirrel was of

He walked past me.

Claude said, stretching his wings, but when Vish glared at him, he instantly switched sides. "He's totally

take a few steps away from us when

your choice, Vincent."

books levitating around him stopped hovering as

neck-deep in trouble and if I get caught, I'll lose everything..." I don't know why I said that with a smile and I don't know why Asher's face flashed in my mind. "Everything..." I said

my mind-Ezra's, followed

feeling the goosebumps charge through my body as I continued with a deep breath. "Then three lives, including mine, will get another chance. Saving lives. Isn't that the reason we're all

don't know about heroes, Vincent, but healers save lives every day," I said and walked ahead towards the

asked me. "Many would have been triggered or

his opinion, Lana. He knows nothing about me and I know nothing about him. There's nothing to be offended about," I said. "Plus, I know I am alone in this. I wasn't expecting someone's help, anyway." "You're so cool!

shaking

used to be a lone wolf, but I

might not have realized it, but she hadn't once questioned my decision. So, I was certainly not

***

in the extreme corner of the cafeteria to

I ordered my lunch. I was about to go look for her once I had fed Zosha and

lap and was about to whisper to Boredbones

up! My wings hurt! Can't fly!" Lana whined, trying to climb

and helped her sit on

stole extra food for your squirrel squad," she said, handing me

Lana. You are so thoughtful."

hard, but then

forget to visit 000005s.org for the full experience. You won't

I chuckled.

an extra portion in my order," I said, and she pouted, tilting her head. "Here.

nectar juice is my favorite? You're a witch!" Lana

Meanwhile, nectar juice was a lucky guess. But I

join you?"

"O-of course," I said.

I was taken aback for a while when Claude and Vincent sat around the table, obscuring me from the rest of

at Vish for some explanation, but

your ass kicked for being involved with her? Go away, villains. We

this child? Why is she so

a dumbass, you

at her and shook

"But-"

there are things you'll understand when you reach a certain level of maturity. How would it make you feel if someone talked to you the way you

up her shoulders as

as she answered in a softer tone.

stand up for me,

grow to the size of an adult and then make it kick his ass!" Lana said and both Vincent and Vish cracked up. "What did you say? You little brat!" Claude

just looked

I was just kidding. I'm sorry," she said, happily

Like her already. By the way, you can feed the

I whispered, and a stretched out skeletal hand popped out of the mouth of my

the sandwiches and water on his palm and he dived

they?"

the girl's still unconscious,"

I glanced at Lana.