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

Today, Iris was able to view the opening of the game with a detached attitude, which was largely due to Ernest's message on the Internet.

"After the opening ceremony, go back to the Ramirez family training room. The training equipment you ordered has arrived in advance. You don't need to worry about the games in the past few days."

Oh, who can be happy listening to other students calling for friends to go out to play when there is homework in their schoolbags?

In the training room, Iris was wiping sweat across from Angelia with a bitter look on her face. From the corner of her eye, she caught sight of a shadow of pale blond hair outside the window. Her hand in mid-air stopped for a moment, and she hurriedly ran out of the training room. Chased him.

Lucius came back with juice in his hands and saw her hurriedly leaving back with a puzzled look on his face.

"Why are you running in such a hurry?"

Iris followed Albinia through several doorways and found that her destination was Ernest's study, holding several books in her arms.

She cast an invisibility spell and followed.

"Professor has gone on this trip, Alexia, that kid is not sensible."

"No, she invited me to be a guest, and I agreed to her invitation. I can't say that she is ignorant. I also brought you a copy of the book we talked about before. When your aunt comes back, you can give her the poetry collection at the bottom. If you have any questions about these books, just contact me as before, it’s not easy to meet you in the academy.”

Not long after the door closed, it opened again. Iris felt guilty and hid from Albinia until her figure disappeared into the yard. Ernest looked at where Iris was:

"Busy working?"

Iris walked into the room and picked up the pen on his desk.

Ernest watched as the door that had just been closed opened automatically without any wind, and then a pen slowly floated from the table into the air, using the air to mark the paper.

She canceled the invisibility spell while looking at the book the professor had brought in on his desk.

"These... herbal collections, novels, essays, poems... and flower breeding records?"

The first ones are understandable, as everyone needs to relax, but the second one... Ernest grows flowers?

He said calmly:

"They are all the works of Professor Albinia."

She caught a glimpse of a novel she had borrowed from the college library.

""Summer When Daisies Bloom"? I remember that the signature was not the professor's name...a pen name?"

Ernest nodded:

"She has many pen names. In addition, the first-year Potions course textbook and the third-year Intermediate Wood Magic course textbook were also written by Professor Albinia, but she did not let the college write her real name. "

"That's really low-key..."

"No."

"what?"

Iris looked at him puzzled. Isn’t this considered low-key?

"...This is the professor's personal preference."

"...What are your preferences?"

"……give a name to."

Iris realized.

Like to name yourself. She was like this too when she was little.

She silently skipped this topic and asked casually:

"Have you read all these books?"

Ernest shook his head:

"I have only read part of it, such as the one you just mentioned."

...It’s true that people cannot be judged by their appearance.

"Then - that book on flower cultivation, have you read it?"

Ernest was silent for a moment.

"Watched part of it."

He replied quietly.

Iris had a slight smile on her lips:

"What's a portion?"

Ernest was silent again. After a while, he picked up the pen she had pinched just now and tapped the last page of the book with the tip of the pen:

"to here."

Iris looked at his emotionless face and continued to ask:

"Isn't that what you've read? There's something special about your 'part'."

Ernest looked at her seriously and said:

"I haven't finished reading it, it's just part of it."

He tapped the tip of his pen.

Iris concentrated her attention and realized that the place pointed by the pen tip was indeed more than ten pages away from the last page.

She raised her head silently and looked at him seriously:

"Is this something serious? Do I need to keep it a secret?"

She asked sincerely and sincerely, but Ernest didn't reply for a long time. Iris just stared at him motionless in front of his table.

Finally, he finally spoke:

"It's troublesome."