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

"Thank you, Mr. Clark."

Albinia, who completed the magic ritual with the help of the chief of the mage tower, stood up slowly while holding on to the wall. Before she could stand still, she started to thank her. Iris looked at her with wet eyes.

You actually need to go to the Chief of the Mage Tower. The situation must be serious...

Iscot smiled gently, shook his head slightly and said:

"Don't be too polite. This is not the first time we have met."

Tasia, who had transformed into a prototype at some point, squeezed between the two of them and shook her tail tied with a big bow.

The chief gentleman lifted the skin of her neck and placed it on the soft chair aside:

"Professor Daisy is still very weak and cannot hold you for the time being."

The black cat barked unwillingly and moved into the inner room filled with dried fish.

The "weak" Albinia played with the square ornament on the dean's table that was only five cubic centimeters in size but weighed a thousand pounds, and asked softly under Iscot's worried eyes:

"Is your recent research project going well?"

Iscot nodded:

"It's all okay. Some students are naughty, but they behave after being taught a few times."

"I've heard that it really shouldn't be done on humans."

"Yes, so I think they need to go to the dungeon to temper their character."

They exchanged pleasantries back and forth, and there was a calm scene in the room. It didn't take long for the chief of the Mage Tower to get up and leave. Albinia said "No need to send it off", "No need to send it off", "Really" in Iscot "No need to send it off" was repeated as he was sent to the door and said goodbye politely.

Then, she turned around and took Iris’ hand:

"Thank you for waiting for me for so long. Let's go have an ice cream first and sort out the information."

Albinia’s hands were cold, and Iris said hesitantly:

"I have no problem, but professor, aren't you afraid of the cold?"

No...no! The point is, how can you be so eager to be exploited by the black-hearted principal! You have just endured a magical ritual, Professor! ! !

Albinia said strangely:

"Why am I afraid of the cold?"

Iris glanced aside and saw the thousand-pound ornament, swallowed her saliva, and said:

"...I want something chocolate-flavored."

*

After spending a busy afternoon with Albinia, the next day she was waiting for Olivia in an apricot-white windbreaker at the entrance to the credit event. She had not seen her for a long time. Her temperament was three times more gentle and cold than before. Very sharp.

Olivia Novello took her hands out of her trench coat pockets, smiled at her and said:

"Congratulations to the school girl for entering the top ten in the competition."

Iris blinked, pretending to be dissatisfied:

"Senior sister is ranked higher than me."

She received a storage bag of rare props and magic crystals, which Olivia had promised to her earlier, as long as she accompanied Olivia to participate in the credit activities.

In fact, their credits have all passed the passing mark, so there was no need to join in the fun.

However, it doesn't matter if everyone has their own purposes. As long as a tacit understanding is reached, there will be no problem.

There were a variety of credit activities during the final week, and various promotional posters were posted in every corner of the college. Olivia asked her to choose an activity, and she pointed to the promotional picture closest to her:

"That's it."

Olivia softly read the introduction on the picture:

"Randomly select one of the books that the participating students have borrowed from the library this semester as the background of the copy, and generate the task instantly..."

Iris was silent for a while, then raised her head and asked her:

"Senior sister...you probably haven't borrowed a book about ghost stories this semester, right?"

Olivia shook her head:

"No. If you're worried, just use the books you borrowed."

The poster said that if multiple people participate, you can designate one person's borrowing record as the drawing range.

Iris thought for a while and realized that the books she had borrowed were all safe and harmless, then she nodded and said:

"it is good."