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

It's dark.

The world was pulled off the lights-off button, the lights were quickly extinguished, and the sunset gradually faded away. The training room seemed to be surrounded by a brown fog, and a shadow fell on the ground and moved darkly.

The wind blew from the window, bringing a cool feeling. The dark green leaves and nearly black branches swayed, and their shadows were cast on the window and the floor, blending with her shadow.

Along with the sound of wind, there was a "rustling" sound.

Her soul was silent. In front of her closed eyes, aqua-blue light slowly lit up. The light source was the top of the ice-blue staff held diagonally in her right hand.

The palm of his left hand is spread out generously, and the light rises in response to the distance between the two light balls on the left side of the top of the staff.

The elements in the body flow silently, and the invisible "points" around it gather and disperse, circulating back and forth, running systematically according to the regular trajectory of ancient mantras.

Tick, tick.

The sound of long or short drops of clear water rang in her heart. After a certain period of time, she slowly opened her eyes. The tip of the staff began to slide downwards in mid-air, drawing a semicircle from left to right, and then moving all the way. Scratching the right side, her right arm straightened.

Her movements were gentle, as if she were just stirring the gurgling water; they were also smooth and graceful. A lake-blue light track appeared in mid-air, replicating the trajectory of her movements, and then slowly dissipated.

At the same time, a ball of white light as big as a football floated in the palm of his left hand. The ball of light continued to float upwards. The staff held in his right hand moved upwards by another quarter of a circle until the top of the newly emerged light track was connected with the white light. The group is even, and then the two blend together.

Aecilia lowered her raised hands.

The left hand was naturally close to the hem of the clothes, and the staff in the right hand quickly spun a few times in mid-air, and then was thrown into the air, meeting the light still floating in the air. It was like a stone being thrown into the water, causing ripples. With the light above her head as the center, light blue light drifted downwards like a fountain. She once again clenched the staff with her right hand. The horizontal staff drew an arc from the right side to the front of her body, in contact with her upper body. A flush circular array appeared in the air in an instant.

The light blue light is still flowing downwards and pouring on the new formation, giving it strength and blessing.

The light of the staff gradually increased, evolving from invisible to lavender light, until it turned into deep purple. The light blue light declared bankruptcy and dissipated. Aecilia's gray hair was blown behind her by the air current rolled up by the magic circle. She stopped dancing, put her hands together, and then took a step back with each palm. From between the palms, she could see the ice blue staff, "Weixue" standing upright.

The end of the staff finally touched the surface of the purple magic circle, and the magic circle shone even brighter. In the blink of an eye, the magic circle and the purple light suddenly disappeared, and what appeared behind her was a dark golden shadow spread out in the shape of a fan ring. Talisman.

Aecilia raised her hand and pressed in the direction of the testing machine.

The spells rushed toward the machine. The moment they came into contact with the machine, the dark golden light stayed there for a while, and then disappeared quickly as if it was absorbed by the machine.

The training room returned to its previous darkness.

Only the test machine suddenly lit up its screen and projected a long series of numbers on the panel.

Aecilia walked in and took a look, tilted her head, then turned off the machine and walked out of the training room, leaving her back to the wind, trees and dusk.

After closing the door to the training room, she turned around and saw that person again.

Black hair that reaches below the waist, amber eyes, simple and serious black clothes that wrap the person tightly as if they were just taken out of a coffin centuries ago, and the same calm and emotionless face .

It was going to get completely dark soon. She didn't want to stay here any longer, so she asked:

"Is there a problem?"

The statue-like man spoke, and his warm and magnetic voice could not cover up his cold and distant tone:

"I happened to be passing by and saw you casting a spell. The spell took a little longer."

Hearing this, Aecilia stared at him expressionlessly for a while and said slowly:

"I didn't seem to ask why you were here."

She observed that a burning match was thrown into his jewel-like eyes, although the flame was quickly suppressed and extinguished by him.

Smiling slightly, she seemed to be finally satisfied, and continued:

"This is my first time using that spell. I know that the wasted time in a real battle would be enough for me to die hundreds of times."

Ernest felt that she didn't want to give him a chance to speak, because she went on to say:

"Those movements and trajectories were all learned based on what you showed. I know that of all the people who need to refine the movements you show to that level during training, I am the only one who needs to be trained in a systematic way. Unlike you who have received systematic education since childhood, I am Coming from a wild background, many habits need to be changed, as you said."

She saw that the other party closed his mouth tightly, and she continued:

"I don't know why I said this. I can't decide what I should say now, so I just said everything I wanted to say. You won't mind."

After saying that, she thought about it again and couldn't think of anything else she wanted to say, so she looked at him:

"So, what's wrong with you?"

Ernest looked at her speechlessly.

She suddenly realized:

"Oh, you just said you were just passing by, so there shouldn't be anything wrong, so I'll leave first."

She left without hesitation, but Ernest stopped her:

"one thing."

Aecilia raised her eyebrows and looked at him.

"...Originally, it was enough to say it on the Internet, but now it is the same. The next training is not suitable for using the academy's training room and equipment. Starting tomorrow morning, we will train in the training room of the Ramirez family mansion."

Tomorrow is Sunday and there are no classes in the morning.

Aecilia nodded, then grabbed his right arm.

Ernest looked at her.

She turned his arm over, and then pinched the fiery red maple leaves that fell on his sleeves with her fingertips.

"This color doesn't suit you,"

She explained before putting the maple leaf into her pocket.

"Better for my bookmark."

Ernest remained silent.

Affected by the drug, her language and behavior were a lot different than usual. He gradually got used to it, and therefore knew that situations like this were extremely rare.

In the past, when she was "out of line", she often appeared more lively, outgoing, and even neurotic, but her words and deeds involved superficial objects, events, etc., and the content related to her true inner thoughts was the same as usual. Will not appear.

When he first came into contact with her, she would reveal her inner true thoughts when she lost control, just like now. As time went by, she became more and more reserved. It had been a long time since he had heard her take the initiative to talk to others about ordinary things and her own psychological activities.

Listen more.

There was a voice in my heart telling myself this.

He didn't understand, but he did it.

——As if something is about to pass away and completely dissipate.

Intuitive? If so, his intuition has always been accurate, but he can't figure out what it means now.