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

"I only know that there is news from the underground city. I will check more later."

"Needless to say, the importance of this thing. Either you get it or destroy it. You must not let it fall into the hands of the Ramirez family."

"I understand."

The elder who had been chattering on the other side finally hung up the phone. Olivia put down the smart network and raised her head. At this time, the crescent moon hung high on the treetops.

On a cold autumn night, she dipped her feet into a mountain stream. The water on the shore was up to her ankles.

Snow-colored eyelashes and eyebrows were just on her face, and her silver-white floor-length hair was scattered freely without restraint. The hem of her long-sleeved gauze skirt rubbed the grass as she walked. She pursed her lips slightly, His brows furrowed slightly, but his expression was strangely calm.

Contradictions, conflicts and divisions.

There is also the madness of the trapped object about to break the prison bottle.

The water flow greeted her golden waist chain.

The hills behind St. Ferguson's College are very quiet at night. There are very few birdsong, and there are no summer cicadas. It is completely dead.

The only area left between heaven and earth is filled with the sound of water rushing against stones.

Cold water reached my chest.

She kept walking forward, her legs unable to move freely under the water, so she cast a spell to push herself forward.

Slowly, she closed her eyes and the top of her head sank underwater.

Soon, even the remaining hair on the water disappeared.

It's so cold.

Olivia felt suffocated, but what she was thinking about was how cold the water was.

It's very dark here, and it seems safer than the world above the water.

In this place where almost everything is still, time still passes silently.

Olivia gradually realized that it was time for her to go up, but she didn't want to leave yet.

Reason told her that nothing would happen if she stayed for a while longer, so she indulged her willfulness this time.

She continued to let herself drown in the water.

Suddenly, something tapped her shoulder and grabbed her collar.

After breaking the surface of the water, water splashed onto his face, and fresh air flowed around him.

Olivia was dragged to the shore and buried in a thick cloak.

She was like a boneless fish casting a drying spell on herself in her cloak.

Outside the soft, thick and furry cloak, a steady and calm voice sounded from a distance of more than ten meters:

"I'm sorry, but you were in the water longer than before this time, and I'm worried something might happen to you."

A muffled female voice came out from the bundled cloak:

"Thanks, I just love being in there."

Another voice still showed a different seriousness than before:

"That's not a place to stay for long. You can find something else to replace it."

"Okay, I will consider your suggestion."

Even in this situation, her tone was as calm and polite as ever.

Naturally, the person in the cloak cannot be seen. The mid-length black hair blown by the wind is half-tied and falling on the man's shoulders. Under the green eyes, the corners of his mouth are raised teasingly.

Not long after he smiled like this, his expression quickly calmed down.

Because Olivia poked her head out of her cloak and was about to turn to look at him.

Catching her gaze, Levin Ascetin nodded slightly towards her:

"Good evening, I hope I didn't disturb you."

Olivia, who was already disturbed, turned her head back quietly.

Levine Auceptin coughed to cover up his overflowing smile.

He walked closer to her, stopped in a socially appropriate position, and handed her a bag.

Smelling the fragrance, Olivia turned her head slightly reservedly and glanced at the contents of the bag.

It was a scone sprinkled with bright green scallions, and she recognized it from the appearance as the restaurant she often went to secretly.

Olivia took the bag without saying anything.

The scones on my hands were still quite warm, just enough to warm my hands.

The sound of footsteps gradually approaching in his ears, he sat down next to her and said quickly:

"It's been protected from prying eyes."

Olivia bit into her scone and didn't answer.

Levin Asceptin looked sideways at her eating, and said a few words from time to time:

"Don't sink into the water when it's cold. Just wrap yourself up in a quilt."

"Did you bring some paper? The corners of your mouth are a little oily."

"Don't do this next time, okay? I don't want to find you all of a sudden."

"Are your clothes dry? Is it still cold?"

"Have you had dinner? Do you want some water? Or do you want a drink?"

After silently swallowing the last bite of food, Olivia tied the bag and put it down, slowly wiped her mouth clean, and said in a calm voice:

"I'm very good."

Levin stopped talking, observed her for a while, smiled and was about to speak, but heard her continue:

"Don't come to me again."

His smile froze at the corner of his mouth.

"This time, are you serious?"

He asked, vaguely having an answer in his mind.

"Correct."

Her answers were concise and calm, making it impossible to guess her true emotions.

Levin was silent for a while, without asking her why, he just said:

"Can you tell me, is this the first time you have rejected me?"

He looked at her, his eyes as green as poisonous mist, waiting quietly and intently for an answer.

Olivia's eyes drifted to the clouds behind him, and a long time passed like this. It was so long that Levin thought she would not answer this question. He was thinking about how to say goodbye to her to better conceal his cowardice. Ya's clear and distant voice suddenly sounded, gently echoing in the empty mountain forest:

"the first time."

She didn't look at him, but his eyes stayed on the side of her face. After a while, Levin showed a shallow, bitter smile:

"Thank you for answering my question."

Olivia lowered her head and straightened her hair:

"Find a way to forget about me, and then do what you should do in this position..."

As she spoke, she slowly moved her gaze, and then she saw the other party's look that could be described as broken.

At that moment, her heart seemed to be stabbed.

She lowered her snow-white eyelashes and said indifferently:

"This will soon become a part of your long life. Levin, you still have a long way to go. When you go far enough, you will naturally not be able to see the insignificant things in the past."

Levine Auceptin pursed her lips tightly and refused to speak. Olivia Novello turned around and left, leaving only his back.

After she disappeared, Levine Ascetin lowered his eyes to the place where she had just stood, and whispered to himself, as if complaining:

"Then why did you call me by my name...you obviously haven't called me that for a long time."

He raised one corner of his mouth mockingly, standing alone under the cold moonlight.