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

Elleix was very close to Gracia, and there were many times when the two were in physical contact. Ecilia easily let the reverse point in Gracia's body find the opportunity to sneak into his body——

The results are similar to those about Gracia, and there is nothing that needs special attention.

Aecilia immediately allowed the inverse points in their bodies to dissolve on their own. Soon, it was as if these inverse points had never appeared before, and no trace of their existence could be found in their bodies.

*

After saying goodbye to the two owners, Ernest walked towards a courtyard. As the flowers and plants in front of him gradually became denser and more prosperous, the sounds of quarrels became increasingly clear.

He walked lightly and walked closer to the source of the sound, so the shadow under his feet moved from the sun into the shadow under the tree, blending into the ground covered with a black veil.

"This is a yellow rose! This is a peony! This is a rose! You idiot!"

"Obviously you planted all the flowers of the same color together! Now it's better, no one can tell them apart if they are mixed together!"

"Tsk, arrogant adult, admit your ignorance. You are the only one who can't tell the difference between these three kinds of flowers."

"Okay, okay, you have to compare like this, right? Come on, let me ask you, what is the difference between the sine function, the cosine function, and the tangent function?"

"..."

The clear and tender female voice disappeared for a while, and then was mixed with burning anger:

"I'm only eight years old!"

Another voice that was obviously more mature but whose tone was as innocent as that of an eight-year-old child said this:

"I'm just asking you, your tutor, did you tell me, did you tell me, did you tell me, did you tell me, did you tell me?"

"Lucius Ramirez! If any school outside dares to teach students this, cutting, etc. when they are eight years old - they will definitely be complained!"

"This can't cover up the fact that you don't listen to the class! There is an essential difference between the two because you don't listen to the class, so you don't understand, and you haven't attended the class at all, so you don't understand!"

"I can't understand what you're saying right now!"

"Who told you that you are only eight years old!"

"Gracia and Elleix!"

"you you--"

The male voice stopped suddenly, and was replaced by a violent cough.

The female voice with a cheerful and rising tone sounded very happy about the misfortune:

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, that's all adults are capable of? Can't even quarrel with an eight-year-old girl?"

"Alexia Ramirez - you are as different from other eight-year-old girls as a donkey is from a unicorn - don't let your age fool you!"

The sounds in his ears became blurred in his gradually emptier thoughts, and his black eyelashes flickered slowly. When he came back to his senses, the war between the two still had not stopped.

After a while, someone couldn't stand it any longer than he did - two maids brought a whole piece of cake and placed it on the stone table in the center of the pavilion. They smiled cheerfully and invited the two of them to have some cake and rest.

Ernest's first thought was: it should be the new maid.

The second thought that followed was: something is going to happen.

Past experience gave him a premonition that a more intense war was about to break out.

The smell of gunpowder smoke in the air became stronger and stronger.

Then, it exploded with a bang.

"What's the point of eating so much cake as a kid? How big can your stomach be?!"

"Do you know how to care for young, selfish adults!!! Get your dirty minions away from my cake!"

"What's your cake? Huh? Did you write your name on it?"

"I didn't even write your name!"

"I didn't say it was my cake either!"

"you*##&%……"

A series of fluent and powerful swear words burst out from a small body. Ernest closed his eyes and walked out from the shadow of the tree, but the toe of his shoe turned around and pointed directly at the attic in the center of the courtyard, acting as if I had just finished my official duties and was about to go back to the attic to rest, and happened to be passing by here and bumped into the two of them unintentionally.

After the two of them looked at him at the same time, the entire courtyard fell silent.

Ernest counted down silently in his mind.

Three, two, one—

"Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa"

Loud cries echoed through the sky in an instant.

Ernest stopped and turned to look at Lucius.

The young man who was gnashing his teeth was almost clenching his fists.

He gave Lucius a look that made Lucius wish he was blind, but he still had to nod.

Ernest walked to the girl's side, knelt down to look at her, and asked in a normal tone:

"Alexia, what's wrong?"

People who are familiar with him - such as Lucius - will recognize that his voice is actually much lower and softer than normal.

The girl stretched out her little hands and pinched the half-long black hair hanging down her shoulders, receiving his gaze with her golden and moist eyes.

The picture froze for three seconds, and then the girl's mouth flattened, tears streaming down her face, and her words were choked with sobs:

"Brother Lucius won't let me eat cake... ugh... I almost forgot what cake tastes like... He's always like this..."

In the eyes of Lucius's earthquake, Ernest's lips remained in the same posture for a long time. He thought seriously for a while with his IQ that astonished all the professors who taught him, and then slowly turned his head and asked:

"Lucius, is that true?"

This is called diverting disaster from the east.

Lucius's fist made an uncontrollable "crack" sound. He swallowed his anger and grinned:

"Yeah, yeah, she's right. It's all my fault."

In the end, Miss Alexia, the only minor present, left happily holding a piece of cake.

Ernest was also about to leave when he accidentally caught a glimpse of Lucius's livid face. He paused and felt that he might not be able to finish his work this morning.

He turned around and looked at Lucius's expression. Lucius, who was usually very sensitive to his gaze, ignored him for the first time this time. Instead, he sat with his arms folded on the edge of the pavilion pillar, leaving him alone. Profile.

His brain was running rapidly, and he finally came to a conclusion:

"You're angry?"

He lowered his eyelashes and looked at Lucius, his tone as dull as boiled water.

Alexia will cry endlessly if she doesn't get a good result when she cries. Her quarrels with Lucius are like a common occurrence. It's okay when he doesn't bump into her. The worst result is When the two of them had dinner the next morning, their seats were eight hundred meters apart and neither of them paid attention to the other, but if he saw him——

It will be like just now.

Today, as usual, he followed his sister to gently reprimand Lucius at such times. Lucius, with whom he had already formed a tacit understanding in this regard, was very cooperative. This seemed to be the first time that this happened to him. Feeling depressed afterwards.

Ernest sighed:

"She only took a third of the cake."

Lucius, who seemed not to have listened to him just now, spoke seamlessly as soon as he finished speaking: