Beautiful Villaines
Chapter 26. Commemorative

Axe held a smile when he could guess if the curse and swearing were now being addressed to him. For him, it was easy to know what was on Roxa's mind because the girl was indeed so expressive.

Roxa had to do as she was told. He gave a sharp look to Axe as if he wanted to eat it round-round— in the real sense. I don't know what grudge the teacher had that was so annoying to him.

Standing up, Roxa finally left her friends sitting sweetly in their chairs and walked towards the glass cabinet which was located quite far from her seat.

Arriving in the glass cabinet, Roxa put a pair of gloves that Axe had given him. Slowly he opened the top compartment of the glass cabinet. The next second, he was a little surprised when the compartment had opened, ‘Butterfly?’

Yes, a specimen that Axe referred to earlier was a brilliant orange-winged butterfly, veined with black stripes, and there are shiny white spots and slightly raised. What a beautiful creature.

Roxa subconsciously looked at the beauty of the butterfly before her so tightly and her body fluttered. It was the most beautiful butterfly he had ever seen in his entire life. Did the butterfly come from a new world?

“Although they look beautiful, but could just turn off.” Suddenly a deep voice came from behind Roxa.

Tipping his gasps, Roxa immediately looked back and was again surprised when she saw Axe who had been standing behind her at such a close distance.

“I just want to appreciate the beauty a little.” Roxa squeaked with a voice almost swallowed. He was nervous because the teacher only left about twenty inches of distance when standing behind him, so close that he even felt his back almost touch. Not only that, he can also sniff the scent of masculine perfume that emanates from his body and is so voluptuous.

“Not mean it's harmless. Precisely beauty is the most dangerous thing.” Axe's low voice sounded so sensual in Roxa's ears. The two of them were stealing time to talk while the other disciple was busy with poisonous caterpillars on the table.

“Is this a warning?” Roxa asked in a stifled voice.

“You can mean it so.” In fact, the warning coming out of Axe's mouth currently contained an implied meaning in it. The butterfly is just like her. A man endowed with indisputable visual beauty, but it can be dangerous. Something that looks beautiful can be deadly.

Roxa hastily grabbed the pliers that would be used to pick up the butterflies, “Although dangerous, but I had to keep picking them up. It's all thanks to someone who has great merit in bringing me here,” he said tucking insinuations into Axe. Although nervous, he had to pretend to be calm.

“Should I repay you for your kindness?”

“Reason? It doesn't look bad.” Roxa answered the origin then started picking up a butterfly using pliers with a very careful movement. Apart from containing poison, he also did not want to damage it.

Axe slightly lowered his head, brought his lips closer, then whispered more softly in Roxa's earlobe, “What about the same reply as back then? You attacked me with your kiss on my kindness.”

In that very second, Roxa's hand movement that was clutching the butterfly using pliers stopped instantly. His eyes are perfect. His body was frozen. Shame violently erupted as he could recall his actions to Axe, sat on his lap and kissed him ferociously.

Given that, Roxa could feel the intense heat spreading and filling her beautiful face. He was sure if his face was now red like a curly chili that was ready to be picked. He really did not dare to look back and show his blushing face to Axe.

“Remember not to damage it. Take the butterfly to the magnifying device on the desk. I'll wait for you there.” Axe slightly grinned before re-stabilizing the body then turned to leave Roxa who was still sculpting with his shock.

While Roxa who was still unable to move her body instantly tried hard to regain her consciousness. The man ... really has a dangerous tongue.

‘My heart. Looks like I need to insure my heart.’

Minutes later, Roxa managed to move the butterfly from the top compartment of the glass cabinet to the bottom surface of the magnifying lens located on Axe's desk, in front of the class.

While Axe stood beside Roxa with the other disciples who had gathered and crowded around the table. They focused on the object of observation, a butterfly that Roxa had just brought with her with great difficulty.

Axe pressed one eye into the observer's cylindrical rim to look at the butterfly more closely. “This is a dead butterfly,” the murmur is low before taking a prepared glass bottle. Glass bottles are small and contain a thick green liquid.

Now, Axe poured one drop of the deep green potion onto the surface of the butterfly's body.

Five seconds .... the potion began to spread all over the butterfly's body, but nothing happened.

Ten seconds ... there is still no change in the butterfly. The disciples who were swarming were watching him closely.

Fifteen seconds ... Still nothing changes. The disciples began to wonder what exactly the potion function was. Did the experiment their teacher wanted to demonstrate fail?

Twenty seconds ... suddenly there was a sign of vibration on his wings, like a jolt of life. The disciples began to put on a stiffened face with a look of disbelief. Are the dead butterflies really moving? Come on, something that has died is impossible to come back to life and it is already the law of life.

“This is impossible!” Troy, the fattest student and the biggest student suddenly shouted. “Definitely just a mere magic illusion,” he added confidently with a look of disdain.

“You can see for yourself to make sure. Get close to the magnifying glass.” Axe responded casually.

A shocked and disbelieving Troy instantly barged over and crashed into his companions. He also did not ignore the swearing of some other friends whose feet were stepped on by him.

Troy then shifted Roxa's position with his fat body until he was next to Axe and in front of the magnifying glass. What a student who does not know manners!

Not lingering, the troublemaker disciple immediately brought one eye closer to the cylindrical rim of the observer to ascertain for himself what happened.

Be afoot.

Yes, the butterfly's wings are really moving even though she still can't fly.

“How can this happen?” Troy monologues still with a look of disbelief as he re-energizes his body.

The other students were surprised and looked in amazement at their teacher who was performing a miracle.

So also with Roxa who practically directs her net emerald to Axe. He is difficult to realize the limits of facts and non-facts embraced by the man. In fact, even elite alchemists still had no one able to awaken something that was already dead.

‘Actually where did that unreasonable man come from?’ Roxa implied with a gaze inseparable from Axe.

“Does that tiny drop of liquid really make butterflies come back to life?” Dimitri opened his voice and broke Roxa's daydream.

“Not completely, because my experiment this time is still not perfect. For that, I will invite you to perfect it together.”

“Ba-how can we help, Master?” Dimitri again opened his voice with an enthusiastic look on his face. In that instant, he made Axe his role model and later wanted to become a great alchemist like his teacher.

“Golden grass that only grows in Dancing Waterfall. I need it to perfect the formula. So, your job is to find the grass and divide the groups. Adjust yourself to the number of students in the class.”

“Good, Master,” replied the students almost simultaneously.

“Then we continue this discussion at the next meeting.”

\~\~\~