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

Ernest had used his authority in the student union to disgust her so many times, so this time he normally fulfilled his obligation as president to protect the students in the copy, so there was nothing to be grateful for.

Iris leaned on the small swing in the garden, staring at his back and thinking.

The reason why she brought up the past was because of the wooden carving of "Farmer Holding a Snake" held by Alexia who was eating cake at the side.

"It's the new toy my eldest brother bought me this morning."

When asked about the origin of this wooden sculpture, Alexia answered her with her big, shining eyes.

After hearing her question, Ernest also came over, with a calm expression on his face, as if he knew nothing or didn't care about anything:

"If you want one, I'll buy one for you when you go back."

Anyone standing further away might have thought he was discussing business with her.

Iris curled the corners of her mouth inwards, closed her eyes for a moment as if she couldn't bear to look directly, then raised her eyelids gracefully and looked up at the sky.

Ernest saw her rolling her eyes with a rich expression, and was amazed inwardly. A slight smile appeared on her face, and the subtle arc revealed some innuendo.

Iris faced him and caught a glimpse of someone coming behind him from the corner of her eye. Her smile suddenly brightened:

"Good morning, professor~"

She lifted up her skirt and trotted past him on the grass, heading towards Albinia, her gray hair brushing against his dark sleeves.

Ernest's eyes followed her hair to the female professor who was approaching. He leaned over slightly and nodded politely:

"professor."

Albinia's arms caught the girl who was acting coquettishly at her. Her slightly cool blue eyes flicked across the two of them like feathers, and her pupils gradually became filled with a warm smile:

"The tea has been brewed, go back and sit down."

Albinia Daisy's voice has always been gentle and slightly hoarse, but this hoarseness does not make her voice look aged. The old man of the years has placed his soul in a young and beautiful body, so that the time that has settled in thousands of seconds is condensed and gathered in those clear and transparent eyes.

Today is January 1st. A century-old professor at St. Ferguson College, author of many books on potions and wood magic subjects, senior healing magician, senior wood magician, honorary magic plant cultivator, and countless pen names. Birthday of Albinia Daisy, Writer of Statistics.

At the strong request of a certain black cat, Albinia privately invited several favorite students and their family members (especially Alexia), as well as a few friends including the dean and vice dean. Attend your own birthday party.

Judging from Albinia's actual age...it is very reasonable to call this birthday party a birthday party.

As for the specific age - this is a secret that Dean Black Cat will never tell in a blink of an eye.

Anyway, you are eighteen years old.

Albinia herself did not take the initiative to mention it. The only cat who knew about it covered her mouth tightly, and no one knew the details anymore.

Everyone sat down to drink tea, and Iris fell into deep thought before taking a sip from the teacup.

The aroma of this tea is extremely familiar.

She opened her eyelashes and looked at Professor Albinia. She was pouring tea while holding the ear of the pot with one hand and pressing the lid with the other. Her green eyes were focused on watching the green tea flowing from the spout into the tea cup. Her waist-length pale golden curly hair was The interior displays soft colors.

Iris has almost never seen her angry. She has always been easy-going and calm in front of others. She can handle the worst situation calmly and never blame anyone.

And Miss Bai Ying from Daisy Flower Country will get angry at the elf who breaks the bowl during the fight.