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

The roasted rabbit set on the fire was sizzling with oil, sparks crackling and exploding, and then sprinkled with the spices that had been kept in the storage all year round. The girl's throat was moved by the firelight, her face flushed.

The sound of footsteps approaching here, Iris raised her head warily, the person coming looked calm and smiling.

"Good morning. Do you want to roast rabbit here? It's very interesting."

Adrian Lewis was polite in his words, but unceremonious in his actions. He sat down directly next to her, and stretched his long and strong hands towards the grill on the fire.

Iris was already prepared. She grabbed two sticks and patted the back of his hand hard:

"Why are your hands and feet so unclean?"

Adrian shook his head:

"I just wanted to help you bake so you could rest for a while."

You can't believe a word of these old fools' nonsense.

Iris ignored him and took off the roasted rabbit, and Adrian moved closer.

"Make a condition?"

he asked with a narrowed smile.

Iris was busy cutting open the hot pieces of barbecue and only glanced at him:

"You asked knowingly. You said everything you needed to say."

Adrian held up his chin with one hand, his smile not diminishing:

"Kid, has anyone ever told you to be polite to adults?"

Iris tore open a rabbit leg without raising her head:

"Eat it or not."

It wasn't cold during the day, and after the fire was stamped out, there were some bones piled on the ground.

"Well...where do I start?

"When I was a kid, you were what my mother called 'other people's children.' Even though I haven't actually met you a few times, I still remember your name clearly."

Adrian paused for a moment when he said this, and as expected, he saw the "are you kidding me" expression on Iris's face.

She imagined for a moment what if her parents compared her with a child three or four years younger than herself...

The picture is so beautiful.

"I don't know if you can understand. I had already started formal magic courses at that time. One day's homework was to practice until I could summon 20g of snow. It took me a week and I couldn't complete the homework. After that, school was over. When I got home, I saw you sitting on the roadside and making a snowman about as tall as you out of the snow you made with your bare hands.

"It was midsummer at that time, and I counted the time carefully. It took half an hour after the snowman was finished to show signs of melting.

"Before, I only heard my mother describe you like this - gray hair, blue eyes as clear as streams. But on that day, I really remembered these characteristics of you."

For a past she has not personally experienced, she can only remain silent and listen.

"I work in the student union. Before school started, I was sorting out freshman information in the office and saw you. Although... a long time has passed, but I still recognized you.

"But since I entered fifth grade, I have been on more missions, and I have never had the chance to see you in person.

“When I saw you on the ranking list yesterday, I thought, if it were you, it wouldn’t be unusual to achieve such results at this age.

"Of course, my strongest thought at that time was...it would be great if I could have a fight with you."

The corners of Adrian's mouth remained raised appropriately as before, and he was very calm when speaking. It was this calmness that made people tremble inwardly as they speculated on the strong emotions and thoughts behind them.

Those who yearn for high places can eventually become proud people because they are unwilling to do so, and proud people will be unwilling to do so because of their pride, and they will work harder to climb higher because of their unwillingness.

Iris looked at Adrian, waiting for him to continue, but she saw him nodding slightly:

"We were not involved in what happened when you were older, and we don't know the situation, including now."

That's it.

She understands that many people, like him or the forces he represents, will try their best to avoid the vortex of the struggle between those in high positions in order to survive or protect their interests.

She didn't comment on it, she just cut a piece of rabbit meat that was not tender and gave it to him.

Adrian was not critical and both parties were satisfied.

*

Relying on Angelia's racial advantage, she and Lucius will soon get along after entering the venue.

After walking for a while, they smelled the aroma of barbecue, so they judged that there was someone in front of them and planned to sneak over to take a closer look. They soon recognized the two people eating barbecue and stopped hiding.

Iris held a rabbit leg in her hand and looked at Lucius for a moment.

At this moment, her conscience suddenly exploded, and she quickly and neatly stepped on the rabbit's head into the mud in an attempt to destroy the body.

Lucius's pupils shrank and he quickly covered Angelia's eyes.