Can the sadness that magic cannot take away be offset by love?

It was just a small movement, but he was still noticed. He spoke softly:

"Don't leave in a hurry."

Aecilia's scalp suddenly felt numb.

Ernest spoke slowly:

"Your eyes seem to have changed."

She had indeed seen it but she had forgotten it, or was it a test?

Aecilia replied lukewarmly:

"I'm pretty sure my eyes are only that one color."

Ernest smiled slightly under her creepy gaze and nodded again:

"I'm not talking about the color, but... never mind."

He seemed very easy to discuss, and then asked with concern:

"Your pocket watch has been repaired, why don't you come and get it?"

Ecilia's heart was dancing wildly from the moment he smiled. After he said these last words, the danger warning in her heart was immediately full, and even threatened to overflow.

Her breathing was disordered for a moment, and then she pretended to be calm and said:

"I didn't find the time...have you brought it with you?"

She only had a pocket watch, and now that she was distracted and looking inside the space magic weapon, she realized that the small box that originally contained the pocket watch was empty.

Ernest was still looking at her, and the corners of his mouth that had been raised slightly were raised again.

Ecilia, who could clearly see the details of his expression, felt bad.

Ernest thoughtfully made his tone gentler:

"You seem very nervous...but I didn't tell you that I would help you repair your pocket watch, right?"

The string in Aecilia's mind broke instantly.

Ernest looked at her expression and seemed to confirm his guess:

"you forgot."

Aecilia pursed her lips tightly, knowing that the situation was developing into a more serious direction.

"And this just happened yesterday."

He quickly and skillfully typed up his draft. With his mind free, Ernest casually glanced at her frozen feet, lifted the spell that held her, and before she could react, he had squeezed two of them in his hands. With a movement of her wrist, two blades passed through her left and right calves respectively.

"Pfft."

Blood splashed to the ground. She couldn't stand and fell down. The isolation shield that had been erected behind her supported her body as she almost fell backward.

Ernest also squatted down on one leg and came forward to talk to her, but he seemed to have brought up another topic:

"Utopian dream magic has no room for people to wake up, but your parents are both outstanding mages, so it won't be difficult to help you improve it."

He took out the blade embedded in her left calf, and Aecilia's hand holding the clothes turned white.

"So when I met with you yesterday, I was not surprised that you remembered those things."

He started tending to her wounds.

"But...in just one day, you completely forgot everything about yesterday?"

The blade contained fine fire magic. Ernest took out the blade but bandaged the wound without removing the magic left on her leg.

"I'm too tired to guess on my own. How about you tell me directly?"

Under the snow-white bandage, an unprecedented burning pain hit her. Her mind went blank for a while, and she didn't hear what he just said.

Ernest repeated patiently.

"..."

"It's a side effect of the potion."

She closed her eyes, opened her pale lips, and simply spoke out.

The pain in my left calf disappeared quickly, as if it had never been there.

But even the blade hadn't been taken out of her right leg, and she didn't dare to do it herself.

Under the other party's unrestrained coercion and interrogation that was as skilled as if she had been in the police station for eight lifetimes, she slowly told her situation.

"When I was in Lawrence, I was awake at night. After I came out, I started drinking potions for the day's actions."

"Loris's potion and other... side effects are that you may forget a memory at any time. It depends on your luck whether you can remember it or not. That's what happened yesterday..."

Ernest interrupted her:

"How long have you been drinking the potion in Lawrence?"

He didn't even need to look closer to see her lying.

Aecilia fell silent, her right leg suddenly trembled, cold sweat suddenly broke out from her forehead, and the cuff of the over-long sleeve she held in her hand was torn open.

She spoke with difficulty:

"Two years."

The library in Lawrence is closed at night.

Ernest fell silent and stared at her unblinkingly.

Ecilia: "...three years."

Ernest inserted the newly burned dagger into her calf.

"The side effects of those potions you mentioned are very small. It will take at least five years to reach your current state."

She stopped talking.

He picked out the blade with his dagger.

"Your condition is very unstable. Maybe the terms we discussed yesterday need to be supplemented. If you can't remember it from yesterday, I can tell you again.

"While you are in an unstable state such as unconsciousness, memory loss, and memory confusion, I will have the right to take slightly tougher measures to ensure that our final target mission is successfully completed."

Aecilia smiled:

"Then when I am unable to resist, it is not up to you to decide whether I am sober or not?"

Ernest said nonchalantly:

"As a partner, I will be more reasonable."

He wiped the bloody fingertips clean, then tapped her neck, and her shoulders tensed subconsciously.

"I'll give you a word, 'The weak have no right to speak.'"

After bandaging the last wound, he stood up and looked down at her.

“It doesn’t matter whether the terms supplement the original or not.”

Aecilia raised her head and looked at him, her face expressionless.

The moment he turned around, a storm of snow rose behind him, and densely packed sharp ice pierced the wind and flew towards him, covering most of his vision.

He glanced sideways, raised his finger, and a burst of light lit up at his fingertips, which was then replaced by a black magic circle that quickly formed, blocking almost all the ice spikes.

Before he could take back his hand, a dagger penetrated the snow and stabbed into his chest.

Ernest finally turned around.

He saw the girl who was slumped on the ground holding a dagger and standing behind him with a calm expression.

Then, he stretched out his hand to support her who was about to collapse after losing strength for a moment, then moved her to the wall and asked her to sit against the wall.

The bandage on the calf was all soaked with blood.

And she just looked at him quietly the whole time, and the dagger on his chest.

He didn't seem to care much about the injury, but he didn't really intend to hurt his lifeline. Before another group of people died, she had to finish playing even if he died.

She moved her fingers, slowly clenched her hand, and silently pressed a fingertip into her palm, transferring the shallow layer of blood on the fingertips to the spatial magic weapon.

Ernest had already taken out his handkerchief.

She moved the fingertip to the side and let it be covered with blood again.

He slowly took her hand and wiped it with his blood.