Offered to the Triplet Alphas

Chapter 82

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 his arms across

see someone in trouble, they ignore. But the ones with the hero complex have this misconception that they can save

be as selfish as you want, Vincent,

squirrel was of the savior, and the decision to kill that squirrel was of his mother's.

He walked past me.

point, Vish-" Claude said, stretching his wings, but when Vish glared at him, he instantly switched sides. "He's totally wrong! What kind

Vincent take a few steps away from

Vincent." I

books levitating around him stopped hovering as he shot me

know I am neck-deep in trouble and if I get caught, I'll lose everything..." I don't know why I said that with a

mind-Ezra's, followed by

if I don't get caught..." I paused, feeling the goosebumps charge through my body as I continued with a deep breath. "Then three lives, including

save lives every day," I said and walked

are you so calm?" Lana asked me. "Many would have been

I know I am alone in this. I wasn't expecting someone's help, anyway." "You're so cool! Just like a lone wolf from the legends," Lana said, her eyes

shaking my

used to be a lone wolf, but I no longer feel as lonely as I used

not have realized it, but she hadn't once questioned my

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corner of the cafeteria to avoid

to go look

lap and was about to whisper to Boredbones

Can't fly!" Lana whined, trying to climb onto

held her arms and helped her sit on

for your squirrel squad,"

you, Lana. You are so thoughtful." I

frowned, blushing hard, but then looked away with a

for the full experience. You won't find the next chapter

I chuckled.

ok? I already took an extra portion in my order," I said, and she pouted, tilting her head. "Here. I got some flower salad and nectar juice for

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

and flower salads popped up. Meanwhile, nectar juice was a

I join you?"

"O-of course," I said.

while when Claude and Vincent

some explanation, but she

her heroic ways. Why sit with her when you could get your ass kicked for being involved with her? Go away, villains. We don't need you, cowards!" Lana said in a blunt, obnoxious tone that reminded me of

Why is she

dumbass,

her and shook my

"But-"

But there are things you'll understand when you reach a certain level of maturity.

frowned, tensing up her shoulders as she stared

time, her shoulders dropping as she answered in a softer tone. "Bad... I

me, but that was hurtful, so

said and both Vincent and Vish cracked up. "What did you say?

laughter, I just looked at Lana

she said, happily slurping nectar juice

got humor. Like her already. By the way, you can feed the other two. My wings are

stretched out skeletal hand

on his palm and he dived

are they?" I

and the girl's still unconscious," Boredbones

I glanced at Lana.

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