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

An empty Lawrence library on Saturday.

Aecilia used the library management center's smart network to search for books in her memory that recorded the magic of Da-Mhot Tedica, and she quickly got the results.

She took down the magic book from the designated bookshelf and slowly opened it.

After all the contents were engraved into her mind, she closed the book, put it on the table and walked out of the library.

No staff member will stand up and accuse her, because there is really no staff here, only her.

Facing the familiar street in front of her, she smiled helplessly, turned her back to the place where she had lived in her memory for many years, and drifted away.

*

Kakar.

Olivia and Ernest chased the meat ball dutifully all night, but every time they were about to get closer, they were suddenly pulled away.

But none of them dared to take a break, because if they were distracted, the thing would fly to nowhere in the next second, and who knew whether the other party would keep staring at the little doll, and neither of them could trust the other party.

At the same time, they did not dare to make matters worse.

Night fell again in an unsettling annoyance.

At midnight, the two of them witnessed the little doll knocking open the door of a house in an alley, and then disappearing into the teleportation array on the floor.

Without hesitation, they stepped onto the teleportation array in no particular order, raising their defense status to the highest point at the same time.

The light flashed again and then quickly disappeared. On the other side of the teleportation array was the Kakkar Underground City.

In the early morning, the little doll flew close to the teleportation center square of the underground city. After nimbly avoiding the intensive attacks, it reached the sky above a teleportation array.

What's quite funny is that the moment it approached the teleportation array, a gold coin emerged from the air and was then put into the coin machine nearby.

The magic circle began to move, and dazzling light circulated on it.

The little baby repeated his old tricks and left here.

When they identified the teleportation coordinates corresponding to the lines on the magic circle, they were no longer surprised.

During the transmission to Lawrence, Ernest noticed some kind of contradiction and silently became vigilant.

*

In the early morning, Aecilia woke up in a cozy room in the hotel and rubbed her hands.

After a night's rest, I was still a little sore.

But it didn't hurt. She jumped out of bed in a good mood, ignored the soft cotton slippers lying aside, walked over barefoot and opened the curtains.

The rays of the morning sun shine selflessly on the person. On the small wooden table behind her, the morning breeze blows the white buds on the celadon vase swaying.

The color of the sky is beautiful, just like her ice-blue eyes, which look gorgeous but without warmth.

The Never Island, far away from the world, is already crumbling. Will the place covered by its shadow be about to usher in destruction or rebirth?

She thought vaguely, staring at this vibrant and beautiful world, and then watched it "click" before her eyes, breaking into large and small pieces.

In front of her eyes or extending into the distance, the world she could perceive was filled with dense cracks. The rumbling wind in her ears gradually amplified, and the temperature beside her continued to rise.

Aecilia opened her eyes again.

This time, what she saw was the cobweb-covered ceiling of the hotel.

She got out of bed quickly and rushed to the small balcony of the room.

She didn't even comb her hair, letting the gray hair fly messily behind her. Her feet without socks were huddled in cotton slippers all alone. The clothes she hadn't changed out of yesterday were a little wrinkled from sleeping, but in this way, she tried to put them together. It didn't matter in the strong wind that blew the house flat.

Behind her, withered plants in glass vases lowered their heads.

The sky outside was overcast, and the expressions on the faces of the two men fighting in mid-air were very suitable for today's weather.

Below them was a black gift box tied with a white ribbon. At this time, the lid of the gift box was missing, and a yellowish meat ball lay honestly inside.

Receiving the gazes directed at her from the two men at the same time, Iris Adela squinted her eyes in the wind and smiled happily:

"Good morning, everyone."

*

When Olivia walked out of the teleportation array, she saw the meatball they had been chasing for two days lying peacefully in the gift box, as if taunting them.

Ernest wanted to get the little doll on the ground, but Olivia naturally refused to let him go. Their attacks canceled each other out in mid-air. The disturbed air flow blew the fallen leaves on the ground away, but the black box containing the little doll was stable. The ground felt the wild wind, and it never moved an inch.

The two men fought fiercely and without any mercy. After confronting each other for a period of time, they both discovered something strange:

This is not the real world, but a dream, derived from the utopian dream magic modified by Aecilia's father.

Then it is obvious why the Ramirez family has been unable to find traces of Ecilia in the past few days. People in the dream magic can block all tracking and searches from the outside world.

They knew who the dreamer was, and they also knew that if the fight continued like this, the chaotic elemental flow would destroy this place, and the dream that had become more fragile after Aecilia left Lawrence would completely collapse.

But when things got to this point, both of them felt that it was no longer necessary to maintain the dream magic.

Now, as everyone expected, this dream world that had been with Ethelia for seven years peeled off before her eyes like fragments of a mirror, and reality was presented to everything she saw.

Something in Iris' mind seemed to shatter at the same moment. She was stunned for only a moment before she endured the thin headache and said calmly:

"I've been waiting for you for a long time."

As she spoke, the corners of her lips were still raised, but her smile began to grow cold.

She only raised her hand slightly, and an afterimage passed by the two of them. Within a few seconds, a little doll with an evil aura floating on the girl's palm floated out of thin air. Iris on the balcony looked down at the baby on the ground. Two people.

The sight of dirty things coexisting with the gray-haired magician made Ernest's eyes sting. Olivia frowned and softened her tone and said:

"Senior sister, be obedient and give me that thing, or destroy it yourself."

Ernest stood indifferently for a while, then a faint smile suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth. He casually moved the wind-blown hair on the side of his face behind his ears with his fingers, without saying a word.

His posture was much lazier than before, and it seemed that he no longer wanted to put on his usual airs.

The cold-looking girl didn't want to say anything. She looked at the thing in her palm.

The next second, Olivia and Ernest heard a sudden and distorted cry. The sound was so sharp that it was about to pierce the sky. It lasted for a long time and gave them a headache.

Under the gaze of the two, the little doll was torn into two parts by its owner. No matter how it howled and cried, Iris did not waver in the slightest.

The blood on her fingers dripped down little by little. The blood in the little doll's body that originally had no blood would only belong to its owner. Iris ignored the blood splashing everywhere and moved the two balls of flesh downwards. Throw it away, facing the direction of the two of them.