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

"Then—should I call you Iris?"

The torso, limbs, and head were all ready, and they were lying together in a small basket made of rattan, smiling at the dark window sill.

"Yes, that's my name."

First, sew the left hand to the torso, moving the needle up and down with the thread, being careful not to break off the remaining two fingers.

"The names you use are all very nice."

Secondly, sew the right hand to the torso. It doesn't matter if you accidentally pierce the chest. You just need to stuff a little more cotton and sew a little more fabric.

"I think senior's name is also very nice."

Then, he lifted up his left leg and put it under his torso to compare the size - oh, the seam is a little big, but it doesn't matter, just try to stuff the exposed cursed flower back.

"Then it's agreed that you'll go to the credit event with me this week."

Next, sew the right leg to where it should be, and then gently erase the red paint that was accidentally stained.

"Okay, senior sister, don't forget to agree on the reward."

Finally, press the head onto the torso and slightly adjust the corners of the scarlet mouth that takes up half of the face.

Putting down the disconnected smart network, Iris raised the finished doll to her eyes and looked at it carefully.

Short blond hair, decent clothes, standard smile...

Perfectly reproduces the characteristics of the original doll.

*

Olivia gently pressed the smart network that still had residual heat, leaned her elbow on the armrest of the armchair, supported the back of her head with one hand, looked sideways at the person who was being escorted to kneeling on the ground, and read out the table Sentences on the blood-stained white paper:

"The dream will not end after Utopia dissipates. The puppet...will move its joints and dance after the devil approaches."

After reading, she praised:

"The literary talent is good."

The man with bruises and bruises on his body knelt on the ground without saying a word. The person holding him asked:

"What are we going to do with this Ramirez undercover?"

Olivia folded the piece of paper and said:

"Chengxiang needs someone to feed it bones."

Chengxiang is a dog she raised with oriental blood.

The undercover agent was then taken away, and the servant on the side said tremblingly:

"Three, three tribesmen said that the expenditure this time exceeded the budget."

The silver-haired taboo mage who was sitting on a chair twirled the folded throwing knives with his fingers and said casually:

"Well, let Third Uncle take charge of my work from now on. I will take care of the beauties in those rooms for Third Uncle."

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the servant's trembling figure. She smiled and said mockingly:

"The heir of Ramirez looks at her, do you still think she is a fool? Knowing that there is a trap, you are not willing to put out more bait, and still want the small fish to bite the hook?"

The flying knife was surrounded by black mist. It flew out of her hand and narrowly missed the servant's neck, leaving a bloody mark.

As she spoke, her smile gradually faded, her face turned extremely cold, and her tone and expression showed arrogance:

"Just take care of your own rat's nest. A fool who has wasted so much of the family's resources and can't even get a high-level mage certificate has no right to point fingers at me."

She waved her hand like a fly, and the servant fled out like a wild beast chasing behind her. She was the only one left in the room, her face looking uncertain under the shadow of the flickering candle.

*

Iris threw the doll that looked like Adrian Lewis into the black box at her feet and squeezed its neck hard before letting go.

She hates such people. She clearly knows that today is different from the past, and clearly knows that she has lost everything she once had. Why do they still remind her how happy she was in the past? Wouldn't it be nice for her to forget things that are impossible to recover forever?

He did not mention anything other than magical talent, but she thought of something else and felt uncomfortable because of his words. This was his fault, so what if he didn't mean to hurt her? She just hated his behavior, even though according to secular moral theory, he was not wrong at all.

But she is too petty and hates whoever she wants to, and doesn't care about her moral quality.

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. She picked up the needle lying aside and pricked little Adrian several times before throwing it back again.

Holding the needle and shifting her gaze slightly, she caught a glimpse of the other dolls in the box.

Lucius with short blue hair, Angelia with curly blond hair, and the biggest one - Ernest, who is all black except for his skin.

She patted little Ernest and stuffed back a few evil curses that were exposed from his bulging belly.

There are too many needle holes in little Ernest's body, and the quality is getting worse and worse. Maybe it's time to sew another one.

She picked through its hair with a needle, and sure enough, she found a needle stuck firmly in the back of its head.

"Forgot to pull it out again last time? No wonder there are always fewer and fewer needles..."

After muttering a few times, she carefully turned it over and pulled out three or four more needles from various places on its body.

After thinking carefully, she lifted up the remaining dolls and looked for any needles that had been left on the dolls.

Some of the needles had become deformed. She thought for a while and then stuck the deformed ones back into the doll, but they were stuck in conspicuous places - she didn't want her hands to be pricked.

After settling everything, she closed the lid of the box and reached out to the side:

"Pour a glass of water."

A glass of warm water was placed firmly in her hand.

Iris, who had been thirsty for a while, drank the water in one breath and handed the cup to Ernest.

"Alexia is already asleep. If you don't worry, take her away."

The little black-haired girl covered with her quilt on the bed was sleeping soundly.

After coming back from the academy, she first came to Alexia to eat cake. The girl fell asleep while playing in Iris's room. During this period, Ernest repeatedly walked around her window "uneasy" , after she angrily warned him, he finally did not dare to step into the door, but stayed outside the window and stared at her quietly - and the strange-looking doll stump in her hand.

Under her cold glare, Ernest slowly spoke:

"Won't you sew up the hole in your abdomen?"

He was referring to little Ernest. After the cursed material on the doll's abdomen was exposed, she just stuffed the material back in without sewing up the "wound".

"I'm not free, when will you leave?"

She said bluntly.

Ernest looked at her hesitantly, and then sighed:

"Shall I sew?"

Iris looked back at him in disbelief:

"You know how to sew? Don't ruin my sewing."

Ernest didn't know why he cared about that "my thing". He said seriously:

"I can sew."

Iris handed little Ernest, whose belly had revealed a few balls of cotton and cursed materials, to him, and watched him pick up his needlework by the window.

At this look, the look of disbelief in her eyes became more and more intense:

"Did you ever sew clothes to make a living when you were down and out?"