Chapter 55: The World and the Different

Luge had already risen and was about to leave.

The Abyssal Language teacher to the side cast a pleading look his way.

He recalled what this teacher had said — she had always been trapped in that room, unable to leave; in other words, her being able to appear here today was still thanks to his arrival. But just now, when he had first approached, he saw her expression was off; this also showed that even though she had never come here before, with her understanding of the Ancient Castle, she could already infer what dishes could be seen.

"I have some questions I'd like to ask Teacher."

Luge walked a distance away before attempting to speak.

"Later, I will take her to see you. Please return to your room and rest first." The Old Butler said.

Luge looked back, indicating he had already done his best.

Then followed the Old Butler back to the room.

The moment the door closed, he began re-examining this room; since this Ancient Castle might have some Good Things left behind, he couldn't help but pay a slight bit of attention and do a small search.

Actually he also wanted to see a portrait or something of that legendary Young Master, curious what that guy ultimately looked like.

He searched all over the room, starting from some Inconspicuous corners.

Some things that broke at a touch gave him the feeling it wasn't just because of the passage of time, or rather weathering and aging and such problems.

The corner-focused surprise-victory method announced failure; he could only turn the search scope back on track and came to the cabinet near the bedside.

Thump thump thump!

"Young Master, I have brought your Abyssal Language teacher." The Old Butler's voice rang out from outside the door.

Luge went over and pulled the door open himself.

The two people outside the door saw him, their expressions differing. The Old Butler was still respectful; after saluting, he turned and left. The respected Abyssal Language teacher, after the Old Butler left, immediately began to vomit.

"I thought you would dispose of the things on the plate when he sent me away..." Luge said by the door.

"You thought I didn't do that?"

The Abyssal Language teacher wiped her mouth corner; the hand wearing the Ring shook, and some rotten mud fell not far away.

The two entered the room; only after the Room Door closed did she seem to relax.

"Can you briefly tell me about yourself?" Luge took the initiative to say.

She looked left and right, sat down on a Chair; she seemed to truly hate standing already.

"Name? Is that important? The guys who knew my name should all already not Exist; I'm about to forget my own name too," she said with legs crossed, "I'm just an Ordinary succubus Scholar, invited by the City Lord to come here and teach that Young Master Abyssal Language."

Luge was Stunned for a moment, once again Doubting the Abyss's appearance; a succubus should be a genuine Demon species, yet there are actually Scholars.

But he didn't Entangle excessively on this matter, because there was one thing he was more Curious about.

"Demons also need to hire people to teach Abyssal Language?" He couldn't figure it out no matter how he thought.

He had even thought maybe that Young Master wasn't a Demon, but that would raise even more questions, and this Lady herself said she was a succubus, and a Scholar. Of Course, this was also bizarre; Demons in the Abyss have actually started producing Scholars.

The beautiful but still somewhat cracked succubus Scholar Laughed, for a good while; perhaps because she hadn't fully Recovered, the laughter was occasionally hoarse.

"Looks like you really aren't from the same place as me."

The succubus Scholar's eyes lifted slightly, one corner of her mouth hooked up; she said an Inexplicable sentence, then paused a moment before continuing.

"Demons aren't only in the Abyss; at all times there will be some Demons yearning to Thoroughly Break Free of the Abyss; they'll think of every Method; of course I don't know the specifics, because my senior was already not from the Abyss," she laughed and pointed at her feet, "This Ancient Castle under your feet likewise does not Belong to the Abyss."

"Everything in this Ancient Castle, except you, comes from a Plane World that never sees the sky; it doesn't even have one layer of the Abyss's Vastness; there are Demons, humans, and many furry guys there, but none are hateful; but that is a place destined to have no future..."

"The Demon species there all speak a Devil Language derived from Abyssal Language, to avoid Hooking into Abyssal power."

The beautiful succubus Scholar kept Smiling as she narrated.

"So you can understand it as: this Ancient Castle is just a small escape boat; when the Plane World headed for destruction, we escaped here, arrived at the Abyss."

Luge scratched his head, feeling he had broadened his horizons again.

"Then this boat is really big enough..."

"No, it's very small," the succubus said laughing, "The Plane World is our big boat; our Ancestors came from a massive Main World; when the Main World headed for extinction, they built the Plane World to take refuge; of course, many people on the Plane World don't know, so I'm a Scholar, while those idiots still think the World is just That Way, believing we've lived in that small place for generations."

"And I've long wanted to come here, to see what the sky in the Abyss looks like; books say the Abyss's sky isn't beautiful either..."

The succubus spoke looking at him, seemingly using her eyes to seek confirmation from him.

Luge could only scratch his head again.

"Then, where is that Young Master? How can I help you, let you walk out and see the Abyss's beautiful scenery..."

Luge decided to speak of proper business, not scenery.

"I came to the Ancient Castle because I discovered the Plane World's Abnormality, wanting to borrow the City Lord's power to take refuge; but in the two years before leaving the Plane World, I never managed to formally teach, never even saw that Young Master once; that Young Master seems very special, even unable to withstand Language Universal Spells; Abyssal Language had to be taught from the most Basic basics; as a Scholar I was troubled over this for a while."

The beautiful succubus Scholar kept Smiling throughout; whether speaking of that vanished world's history, or mentioning the people and Knowledge of that already non-existent place, her smile never changed once.

If her words are true, then their homeland, their World, might only have her and Old Yi Ze'er two people left.

Luge's hand almost never left his head; every sentence here was like an invisible hand, as if playing a Prank plucking the few hairs at the back of his brain.

These worlds perishing, Planes being destroyed, such things seemed quite Unreal to him. As if it was something he couldn't Imagine; for this guy who had only Mastered a few Zero-Circle Spells and had no experience, it was simply a scenario never once conceived.

"I even once thought that Young Master didn't really Exist; but seeing this room dispelled part of that guess," she said, "Since Old Yi Ze'er is already insane, maybe we can cooperate with his performance; I've thought this for a long time, but for Hundreds of Years we've always lacked a protagonist..."

Luge blinked at these words, feeling this Scholar was somewhat unreliable.

In this Ancient Castle fallen into who-knows-where in the Abyss, accompanying two hundreds-of-years-old old geezers playing house.

(Chapter End)