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

Iris looked at Ernest's bleeding eyes with great excitement.

The long-haired man pulled a chair for himself and sat down to rest. He closed his eyes and covered the upper half of his face with one hand. Blood dripped from his fingers and the outer edges of his palms. He seemed to be sitting calmly on the chair. It means well-behaved.

Because of this, he couldn't see Iris's terrifying expression with her eyes wide open like a hyena smelling the smell of carrion, nor could he see Olivia's strange and malicious look on her face who had witnessed everything.

A warm green light emerged from his palms, and simple healing magic repaired his injured eyes.

At the same time, his calm and concise statement appeared:

"Due to... an unknown influence, the scene of the copy has been alienated. Its 'invisible' feature is very similar to the phenomenon where a human body that has been collapsed by an inverse point cannot be viewed directly."

As he spoke, he slowly turned his head in the direction of facing Olivia, even though he couldn't see her at all now.

Olivia sneered when she heard this, and slightly curved her lips:

"Your space ball technology is still not very good. It can be penetrated like this just by the influence of a little story that doesn't know whether it is true or false."

Story power.

The usual Iris should have memorized this new term in her mind and tried her best to understand it, but now, all her thoughts seemed to be focused on the guy who was confronting the person she just called "sister".

Blood……

One or two drops fell to the ground, and the inaudible ticking sound stirred her soul, rising and falling with her shallow and deep breathing.

Without paying special attention to her expression, no one would be able to detect the strangeness inside her.

"Since everyone has admitted that this is a story that has the power to influence copies, why are you still unwilling to admit its authenticity? I originally thought she was weaker than you."

The conflict between breaking away from falsehood and transcending truth makes the story of Olivia and Daisy have irreconcilable contradictions.

Her reason had already told her that the strangeness of the copy had nothing to do with forbidden magic, and was purely affected by external forces.

The only possible external force is the power of the story itself told by the copy.

In other words, everything that happened inside is real in a sense. There was indeed a "white shadow" that penetrated the passage between the two worlds in the past, and only this kind of behavior that violates the rules of nature will lead to the reverse point. Existence is also subject to the natural sanction of laws - disobedience cannot be looked directly at, and distortion cannot be understood.

At this point, she said that such a story "doesn't know whether it is true or false" and she is trapped in a cage of self-improvement.

Olivia raised the corners of her mouth slightly, her eyes were incomprehensible, and her expression was inexplicably weird:

"She said there's a fine line between truth and falsehood."

She patted Iris who had lost her attention for some reason, then turned around and left indifferently.

"hopeless."

Ernest faced her back and said neither lightly nor seriously.

Iris crushed his toes hard:

"After all this, do you still have the energy to criticize others?"

The healing magic wandered to the critical point, and Ernest, who could not move freely, had to bear her unreasonable blow. He frowned and said:

"Why don't you go with her?"

Iris wiped the blood on his face bit by bit with a handkerchief soaked in ice water, her smile was full of mockery, and her expression that Ernest couldn't see was soft and contradictory to her words:

"Do you still think I'm that poor little guy who only dares to seek shelter behind his mother hen?"

Ernest grabbed her hand and tried to burn the handkerchief stained with his blood.

Iris snorted and did not argue with him, taking out a new handkerchief to wipe the water on his face.

Ernest didn't understand what she meant and straightened his knees to stand up and stay away from her.

If he had his eyes open at this moment, he would probably be able to understand the meaning of three points——

Look at her gentle brows and eyes in relaxation, look at the care revealed in her warm smile, and then ignore the crazy aura that she exudes from the inside out that is cut off from herself, tense and crazy... She He seems to be such a caring person.

Iris used the hand that had just wiped his face to pull his hair hard, causing him to stagger a few steps towards her.

Just as she thought, the "invisible" person who had just looked directly at him was incredibly weaker than before.

She raised her chin slightly to look at him, her bright and energetic eyes staring at his tightly closed eyes that were no longer covered by her hands but were still surrounded by blood.

The other hand stretched out to the eyes that had experienced devastating pain and then endured the discomfort to cast a huge amount of space magic in order to save her in time.

The owner of the eyes keenly grasped her hand that had crossed the safety line again, and was about to question her purpose when he heard her ask him in a soft tone that made people go numb:

"Does it hurt?"

"..."

If the conditions were not limited, Ernest would have thrown her out of the window.

However, Iris seemed not to notice the hand that was clenched tightly by him like a threat. She took a few steps closer to him and spoke in a soft and slow voice:

"Are your eyes injured?"

What nonsense is this? Ernest sensed something was wrong with her. A normal person wouldn't be able to ask such a question after seeing the blood flowing from his eyes.

Iris suddenly broke away from his shackles and covered his eyelids with her palms:

"I'm asking you something, why don't you answer it?

"Does your eyes hurt?

"Are you injured?

"Don't you understand?"

Ernest didn't think it was because he cared about him. She was obviously going crazy, but he didn't know what the trigger was this time, so he could only try to comfort her first. At least at the moment, his situation was not suitable for a head-on conflict with her.

When she is rational, she will not deliberately provoke a conflict with him in terms of force. It is not out of fear, but to avoid the possibility of both sides being harmed by the fishermen taking advantage.

But if he goes crazy and is desperate, he will not have the confidence to win.

If she ignores the current state of her body's recovery, she will be very, very difficult to deal with.

Since the incident with Lawrence, she has thrown away many of the shackles that were voluntarily or involuntarily imposed on her. Both her character and strength have improved a lot as the shackles have fallen off.

It should be noted that this is her true appearance.

——What's more, his strength has already dropped a bit since he was injured.

He despised himself for sensing that they were about to be in danger and instinctively rescued them the same way he would treat ordinary students, putting himself in this embarrassing situation for nothing.

Even though he hated this real-life story about the farmer and the snake, he still had to keep a calm expression on his face and his tone was as normal as ever:

"It hurts. I'm hurt. I understand. What do you want?"

The palm that Iris was trying to press forward stopped. She thought for a while and said:

"I want to see your eyes."

Her tone suddenly sounded too normal, so normal that Ernest felt that she was not normal.

"You can't watch it yet."

He also planned to reason with her.

"No,"

She said decisively,