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

"In the summer daisies bloom,sunshine is cold enough to disappear...

"I am patting you on the back...

"Let me hum softly for you, the song is about flowers' hometown...

"Please watch the daisy which blooming in sunmmer silently...

"Spanning that lengthy time between spring and summer..."

Bai Ying led the elves to sit high on the hill and sing the ancient songs of Daisy Flower Country. The clear and ethereal voice echoed in the lonely and empty world, as if it could cleanse the souls of all the creatures passing by.

"Senior sister, if I can settle down in the future, I want to live in a place like this."

Iris' gray hair was draped behind her shoulders, she was sitting on the grass supporting her body with her hands, and said to Olivia beside her.

She didn't stay in the cabin for long before she came out and completed the side task of mending clothes with Olivia. At this time, she was doing the task of "listening to the chorus of elves".

Olivia sat on the ground with her knees folded and braided her long hair:

"Then if...I mean if, you could choose to stay here forever now, would you?"

Iris looked at her speechlessly.

Ernest had told her before that the level of serious magic in the Novello family was no longer as good as that of the next-level families. Olivia was the only one in this generation who could claim a reputation without using forbidden magic.

She is a rare genius in the Novello family who can master both forbidden magic and non-forbidden magic. However, due to lack of fertility and some reasons, she has never been chosen as the heir, even though she has taken on many affairs in the family.

It's hard to tell whether this is a blessing or a misfortune, losing the possibility of inheriting power without having to bear the pressure and pain of having offspring.

However, Iris believes that if she can get rid of all the old bones that prevent her from succeeding to the throne, she can have the best of both worlds.

——The point is that the most outstanding of the forbidden magics of the Novello family is illusion and dream magic.

Then Olivia is fully capable of weaving a dream similar to this copy world for Iris. As long as she maintains the supply of magic crystals, she will never come out, and what will her body in the real world be used for... ...It’s hard to say.

Thinking of this, Iris rejected her "kindness" with a smile:

"Of course not."

She looked at Olivia squarely and said seriously:

"I've been in a dream for too long, and I want my reality to be like a dream, not a dream to replace reality."

Olivia looked at her, speechless for a while.

"how about you?"

Iris looked at her:

"You seem to like it here too, and you seem to be more willing to stay here than me."

Olivia's raven-black eyelashes trembled. She turned her head slightly to look at the elves who were huddled together and singing lively not far away. She felt the itching sensation caused by the tips of the grass under her hands touching her skin, and let the breeze Her loose silver hair was blown up and fluttering in the air, and the occasional chirping of forest birds in the air could be heard in her ears.

"I can't stay here."

She looked into the distance and whispered.

For some reason, a heavy light suddenly flashed in her eyes. Something pressed her shoulders firmly, as if to pin her in place. Her tone became firmer, but her eyes became more pessimistic:

"I can't stay here."

She turned her head and looked directly into Iris's eyes:

"You promised me - never forget, never waver, and go to the end."

There seemed to be some dense emotions slowly flowing and rotating in Olivia's eyes, which were reflected in Iris' pupils along with the strange light:

"But you forgot, you forgot everything."

Iris opened her mouth to explain, but Olivia didn't give her a chance:

"Do you think what they told you is the truth? Do you think what you saw with your own eyes must be the truth of the matter?! You clearly know that one of us has practiced taboo magic and illusion magic for so many years. Why didn’t you think of the possibility of tampering with your knowledge?! Why were you so quick to identify the Ramirez family as your allies? Don’t you remember what they did to you??”

Olivia looked at her with a sad and pitiful look, with an excited expression:

"You couldn't tell the difference between what happened in the past, so what happens after you return to Kakar? Ernest Ramirez's malice towards you is so obvious. Why do you still trust him after what he has done to you?! Could it be that? Do you think I made him do that?!!”

Iris stared at her blankly, seemingly speechless.

"Or……"

Olivia laughed immediately, but it was as if she was crying:

"Or is he telling you that the person who can tamper with cognition and weave illusions is me?"

Her tone became lower and lower, her voice became softer and softer, as if she had fallen into the bottom of a lake:

"Why do you believe him, why don't you remember me...

"We have obviously...obviously relied on each other for so many years."

A drop of crystal tears fell from the corner of Olivia's eyes.

She had never heard Olivia speak for such a long period of time, nor had she seen her show such excitement and ups and downs of emotions, but she remained skeptical about the content of Olivia's words.

She was silent for a few seconds, then whispered as if she had no confidence:

"I sometimes force myself to forget some things, so for what you said...the hurt..."

Olivia looked at her with moist eyes, which actually seemed to be full of anger and desolation:

"But I prefer that you don't forget anything. How can you forgive the evil ghost who stabbed the sharp blade between your ribs?"

Iris's eyelashes flickered. She looked at the fake scenery behind Olivia, her eyes gradually losing focus. Her whole body was like a balloon that was slowly deflated after being stabbed with an injection, or maybe the bones were pulled out. Remaining withered flesh.

The false joy and real pain she experienced along the way were spread out in front of her eyes into frozen photos. She gave answers one by one in her heart, but none of them were willing to be spoken. She just looked at the person she regarded as " "Sometimes you can trust me", said softly:

"But I don't want to let myself become a pitiful person filled with hatred. Revenge is my goal, but it is by no means the end. While on the road, I want to enjoy the peace that ordinary people can get, just like everyone else."

She cast her eyes and soul to a distant place as if in a trance, and murmured to herself:

"Can't I be like others? As long as everything that needs to be done is accomplished in the end, can't I make it easier for myself in the process?

"Why forget? I remember so many things. I just hid the parts that would break me deeper and took them out when the time was right - and then completely shattered them.

"If you have hatred in your heart, you should let it drive you to anger and pain all the time - just to be more decisive and cruel when facing your enemies? At the expense of your own long-term suffering?

"The person who hurt me deserves to be tortured by me?"

This girl, whose mind has long been coated with venom and covered with sores, and whose soul has been pressed as light and fragile as tissue paper, at the beginning of her life journey that could have been infinitely long but has a vague end, fantasizes about being able to be with her already The same crowd that left her behind - light on their feet and narrow in their luggage.

But the contradiction between reality and ideals is as stubborn as a rock and as tough as a tree root. It cannot be broken without bloodshed, and it cannot be separated without death. It is the root of all negative feelings in life.

Under the abyss of despair, where can I find the missing light of day?