Chapter Seven: The Revelation of Holy Water

The morning sunlight streamed through the gaps in the blinds, casting neat strips of light on the floor of the teachers' dormitory. The teacher sat on the edge of the bed, holding a tablet computer, the screen displaying a message she had just received.

From: Saintia

Time: 07:32

Content: Teacher, I've made some discoveries about recent events. Please come to the special reading room of Trinity Library at 10:00 AM today. Don't tell anyone. This... is something only the two of us can know.

The teacher stared at the message for a long time. Saintia's tone was serious, even somewhat urgent. The Special Reading Room was the most secluded area of ​​the Trinity Library, accessible only to members of the Tea Party and a few senior faculty members. It housed the academy's oldest documents and relics, and was rarely used.

He glanced at the time: 08:15. There was still more than an hour to go.

Memories of last night resurfaced in my mind—falling asleep with my head on "Nagisa's" lap, that gentle lap pillow, those understanding words. But when I woke up, he was already lying in his dorm bed, covered with a blanket, a glass of water on the bedside table. There was no sign of anyone having been in the room, as if it had all been a dream.

But the teacher knew it wasn't a dream.

He stood up and walked to the window. The Trinity campus was beginning to awaken; students were making their way to the academic buildings in twos and threes, and the sound of morning prayer bells drifted from afar. Everything seemed so normal, so peaceful.

But he knew that beneath this calm surface, undercurrents were surging.

At 9:50, the teacher arrived at Trinity Library. The building, hundreds of years old, had ivy climbing its stone walls, and stained-glass windows shimmered with a mysterious light in the morning glow. He passed through the main reading room, climbed the spiral staircase, and arrived at a heavy oak door on the third floor.

There were no signs on the door, only a delicate gold door knocker. The teacher knocked on the door.

The door opened.

Saintia stood behind the door. Today, instead of her signature white robe, she wore a relatively simple dark blue dress. Her light golden hair was styled in a bun with a silver hairpin, and her fox ears twitched slightly on top of her head. Her gradient eyes—a gradient from pink to yellow—shimmered with a profound light in the dim light.

"Teacher, please come in." Her voice was soft but clear.

The teacher walked into the room, and the door closed gently behind him.

The special reading room was smaller than I had imagined, only about twenty square meters. The walls were lined with floor-to-ceiling bookshelves, filled with ancient parchment scrolls and finely bound books. In the center of the room was a large oak table with several candles burning on it, their flickering light casting dancing shadows in the dim room.

The air was filled with the scents of old books, incense, and a certain... indescribable sense of holiness.

"Please sit down, teacher." Saintia pointed to the two chairs next to the table.

The two sat down. The candlelight shone on Saintia's face, making her expression look particularly serious.

“Teacher, I know you’ve been in a lot of trouble lately,” Seiya said bluntly, placing her hands on the table. “It’s about Nagisa, about Mika, about that… person who looks like them.”

The teacher did not deny it: "How much do you know?"

“More than you think,” Saintia said softly, her fox ears drooping slightly. “My abilities… you know. I can see fragments of the future, though those fragments are often blurry. But lately, the fragments I see are becoming clearer and clearer, more and more… unsettling.”

She stood up, walked to a bookshelf, and took down an old wooden box from the top shelf. The box was exquisite, with intricate carvings on its surface and silver metal trim around the edges. She placed the box on the table and opened it.

Inside was a roll of parchment and a small glass bottle.

The glass bottle contained a clear liquid that shimmered with a faint golden light under the candlelight. The liquid was very clear, but upon closer inspection, countless tiny specks of light could be seen suspended within it, like fragments of stars.

"What is this?" the teacher asked.

“Holy water,” Saintia said, her voice carrying a certain solemnity, “not ordinary holy water, but… specially made. According to the oldest records of the Holy Trinity, this holy water can purify all evil attachments and can… restore distorted things to their original state.”

She picked up the glass bottle and gently shook it. The liquid inside flowed with the movement, and the specks of light seemed to swirl and shimmer within it as if they were alive.

“It took me three days to find the recipe, and another whole night to make it,” Shengya said, placing the glass bottle in front of her teacher. “There’s only this one bottle. And… the effect only lasts once.”

Looking at the bottle of holy water, a glimmer of hope rose in the teacher's heart: "You mean... this can restore Nagisa and Mika?"

“Theoretically, it’s possible.” Saintia nodded, but her expression remained serious. “However, several conditions need to be met. First, the person being possessed must drink the holy water. Second, it must be done when the possessed person is off guard. Third… it must be done as soon as possible. Because I don’t know what kind of long-term effects this possession will have on the original owner’s soul.”

She paused for a moment, her gradient-colored eyes staring directly at the teacher.

“And there’s another problem,” she said. “We don’t know the true identity of the possessor—the one in black—nor the limits of his abilities. Even if Nagisa or Mika is restored, he might still seek out other targets. So… we need a plan.”

The teacher's fingers gently traced the surface of the glass bottle. The bottle was cool, but the liquid inside seemed to radiate a faint warmth.

"What are your thoughts?" he asked.

Saintia did not answer immediately, but instead went to the other side of the room and took a larger wooden box from another bookshelf. She placed the box on the table and opened it.

The teacher saw what was inside.

It was a complete human skin.

Long pink hair, delicate face, white dress, white stockings... every detail was perfect, like an exquisite garment. It was the skin of an unblemished human.

"This is..." The teacher's voice was a little hoarse.

“I stole it,” Saintia said calmly, as if she were talking about something very ordinary. “Early this morning, I sneaked into Black Suit’s hideout—or rather, the place where he temporarily stored his ‘collection’. There were many human skins there, Nagisa’s, Mika’s, and some… students I didn’t recognize. I chose Mika’s because her physical features were the most obvious and she was the most suitable for the demonstration.”

She picked up the unblemished human skin with great care, as if handling some precious treasure.

"Now, let me demonstrate the effects of the holy water to you."

Saintia laid the human skin flat on the table. The skin was very thin and light, almost transparent in the candlelight. She uncorked the glass jar and poured a few drops of holy water into her palm.

Holy water gathered in her palms, and the points of light shone even brighter. Then, she gently placed her palms on the chest of the unblemished human skin.

In an instant, a burst of light erupted.

Golden light surged from Saintia's palm, rapidly spreading across the entire human skin. The points of light, like living things, danced across the surface, penetrating and seeping into every fiber. The skin began to change—from its original shriveled and thin state, it gradually became fuller, more textured, and…more alive.

Her skin regained its color, her hair regained its shine, and her eyes slowly opened.

Wei Hua—the real Wei Hua—lay on the table, blinked, and then sat up.

She looked somewhat lost, her pink eyes filled with confusion. She looked down at herself—her naked body, fair skin, full breasts, and long legs. Then, she saw her teacher and Saintia.

"Teacher? Saintia?" Her voice was soft, hoarse from just waking up. "Where...where am I? What happened?"

Saintia quickly took a robe from the shelf next to her and draped it over Weihua's shoulders.

"Weihua, how are you feeling?" Shengya asked gently.

“I…I don’t know.” Mika rubbed her temples. “I remember…I was praying in the prayer room, and then…and then I don’t remember anything. It’s like I had a very long dream, in which…someone was controlling my body, doing a lot of things in my form…”

Her voice began to tremble, and tears welled up in her pink eyes.

“Those things… were so terrible… so filthy… I… I…”

Saintia gently hugged her and stroked her hair: "It's alright, Weihua. It's alright. You're back."

The teacher watched this scene, a complex mix of emotions welling up inside her. On one hand, she felt relieved—Mika had recovered, the holy water really worked. On the other hand, she was worried—Nagisa hadn't recovered yet, and the man in black was still out and about.

More importantly, he saw hope.

A rough outline of a plan gradually took shape in his mind.

A few minutes later, Weihua's emotions calmed down a bit. Shengya gave her some water and let her sit in a chair to rest.

“Weihua, you need to rest now,” Shengya said. “I will take you to a safe place. There, no one will be able to find you.”

Mika nodded, but then grabbed Seiya's hand: "Where's Nagisa? How is Nagisa?"

Saintia and the teacher exchanged a glance.

“We will save her,” the teacher said firmly. “I promise.”

Saintia led Mika away from the special reading room. Only the teacher remained in the room, along with the bottle of holy water on the table, and... the faint traces left by Mika's human skin.

The teacher picked up the glass bottle and looked at the golden liquid inside. The specks of light were still spinning and twinkling, as if telling some ancient secret.

He needs to make the man in black drink this holy water.

But the man in black is very wary and cunning. Getting him to drink directly is almost impossible. They need to find an opportunity, a moment when he's off guard.

After having sex.

The teacher thought of last night, of those gentle lap pillows, of those understanding words. When the man in black was playing Nagisa, he seemed to enjoy the role-playing, to enjoy this…feeling of being needed.

Perhaps we can take advantage of this.

The teacher took out his tablet, opened the communication software, and found "Zhu's" contact information. His fingers paused on the screen for a few seconds, then he began to type.

From: Teacher

Time: 10:47

Content: Nagisa, thank you for last night. I've thought about your suggestion for a long time. Let's meet tonight in my dorm. There are some things... I want to tell you in person.

He sent the message and then waited.

A few minutes later, the reply came.

From: Nagisa

Time: 10:49

Content: Teacher, would you like to talk to me? I'm very happy. I'll be there on time at 8 PM tonight.

The teacher looked at the reply and a cold smile appeared on her lips.

The plan has begun.

He carefully put the holy water into the inside pocket of his coat. Then he stood up and walked to the window.

Outside the window, the Trinity College campus remained peaceful. Students walked, laughed, and studied in the sunlight. Unbeknownst to them, a dangerous game was secretly underway.

The teacher clenched his fist.

Tonight, everything will come to an end.

Either he succeeded in getting the black-clad man to drink the holy water and saving Nagisa.

Either... fail, and then face even worse consequences.

But he had no way out.

For Nagisa, for Mika, for all the students who might be harmed.

He must win.