Chapter 106
I was summoned early in the morning by the old professor to a secluded spot. Despite summer being just around the corner, each breath I exhaled came out as white mist, while Hetherson’s breath emitted gray smoke.
“Huu~”
Hetherson, dressed in a thick coat, stood gazing at the slowly brightening sky. Each time he brought his pipe to his lips, the chain of his pocket watch clinked. I had never attended one of his classes until the end, so I wasn’t sure how long he had left. But from the small freedoms he was granted, I instinctively knew that today was his last day.
“Oh, you’re here?”
Hetherson greeted me with an awkward wave, and I responded as usual.
“You sure enjoy that stuff.”
“It’s expensive, you know. Supposedly grown in the demonic realm—unless the old man lied about it, right?”
The old professor coughed awkwardly. Hetherson, in a display of bad taste, extended the pipe toward me, seeing the grimace on my face.
“Wanna try it?”