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

Iris walked to the gate with the cat in her arms, and turned around to see Albinia and Escot standing side by side, watching them leave. From Iris's perspective, the two people opposite her were facing away from the street lamps that were emitting white light, and their faces were blurred.

*

When the night was dark, the wind held up a letter sealed with a black seal, and slowly slid it into the bottom of the window with a small opening, and was then held firmly by a hand.

There was no light on in the room. With a "click" sound, a faint firelight lit up in the darkness and silence. Half of the face of the person reading the letter was illuminated by the light, while the other half was immersed in shadow.

After a while, the flames began to spread from the edge of the paper, and with the help of the wind blowing in from the window, they quickly devoured all the paper.

The bright moon appeared from behind the dispersed dark clouds, and the pouring moonlight outlined the outline of the blurry scenery outside the window.

"..."

The girl sighed softly.

"Have you exchanged your blood? Everyone is forcing you to die."

She whispered in her heart, with a faint smile on her face that even the moonlight could not reflect.

"Then... just die early."

The shadow of the dark branches quietly climbed up the corners of the silver-haired girl's slightly raised mouth.

*

"Old man, don't make such a joke with me."

Iris frowned and looked at the message on the Internet that said "Congratulations, you have another sister!"

The person on the other end typed out a reply in a leisurely manner:

"The information has been sent to your old email address. I finally arranged for a spy to come in. Please be careful and don't bother me anymore about this matter~"

The other party immediately sent over an emoticon package that read “Little bear, muah”.

Iris pondered for three seconds and typed two words:

"Zoya."

There was silence on the other end for a long time, and Iris's fingers moved slightly, clicking on the file sent in the email.

As she kept looking down, her smile gradually faded. Finally, she sent a message expressionlessly:

"Would you like to go to the amusement park with me in a few days? Call your grandpa [Rose] [Rose]"

Zhiwang quickly popped up a new reply:

"Okay, I'll go look at the tickets."

Iris scowled at the screen for a moment, lowered her arms and leaned back, then smiled without warning.

What she was facing was the brilliant starry sky outside the window and the messy bloodstains on the table below the window.

She stood up unsteadily and whispered:

"very hungry……"

Bloodstains spread out on the ground as she walked. She walked into the kitchen, dragging a trail of blood. The refrigerator door opened, followed by a chaotic rummaging sound.

Soon, the feet wearing the dark green uniform boots of the college moved back to the chair. The sound of slow chewing disturbed the air, and clean paper towels wiped the dirty tabletop.

When the sound of chewing stopped, the desktop had become tidy again. She spread the white paper in front of her and picked up a pen to carefully sort out her thoughts.

"..."

"trouble."

Crumpling the filled paper into a ball, she bit her lip in annoyance, and her dull and jealous eyes shot towards the sky framed by the window lattice.

"Why are you the only one who can be so unscrupulous?"

As her pale lips opened and closed, more blood flowed out from the corner of her mouth. She raised her right hand impatiently to wipe it off, and suddenly felt a dull pain in her hand.

After a while, she looked away from the blood stains on her right hand.

That was the hand that used forbidden magic most often before the exchange.

Having enjoyed the pleasure brought by strength, you want to pay the price with just a blood transfusion?

See, these are the consequences.

Iris laughed grimly.

"So, it's my fault?"

She held up this tired body that had been almost completely shackled and would never see the light of day, and only managed to catch a glimpse of light through a desperate struggle, and stretched out her right hand, which was still dripping with blood, towards the moon.

"Anyone who points at the moon will have their ears cut off - can you also cut off the noisy sound in my ears?"

Her other hand slowly covered her left ear.

There, blood slowly seeped out.

A faint purple light flickered behind him, and a teleportation array was gradually taking shape.

Complete replication...human cloning...preliminary formation of language function...confirmation of the generation of learning consciousness...

She recalled every word on the densely packed information.

"The next step should be to kill me."

She spoke every word authentically.

"I won't let you go... You will all live a life worse than death..."

"Definitely...must-"

"It's worse than death."

The clear and ugly photos of the embryonic cultivation process in the document spread out in my mind. Hatred and anger intertwined to drown my thoughts, and my trembling arms trembled and ignited the paper balls on the table.

The next thing that sounded in the night was the sound of vomiting.

After the pair of prying eyes left, Iris grasped the edge of the table and opened her eyes as deep as the seabed.

*

"Yes, it will happen in a few days. If you run away again this time, they will make a scene..."

The blue-haired boy placed an invitation on the table and said to his brother with a smile.

"...That time it was because of an emergency."

"Okay, at least remember not to keep a gloomy face. What if you scare the young ladies away? Remember, this is a blind date specially arranged for you—"

"You want to go too? Do you need to call Miss Angelia?"

"? No! I don't want to!! Don't!!!"

As the two of them were arguing, the documents on the table were blown by the wind. Lucius glanced at a few words and said in surprise:

"The progress is so fast? I gave you the data just after school started. You will be able to start learning ice magic soon."

Ernest glanced at the document and shook his head:

"That report was from a few weeks ago."

Lucius was silent for a moment, then asked with a complicated expression:

"Then you will kill..."

Lucius tapped his fingers on the table, and was cut off by the sound and fell silent.

He looked at Ernest and saw that the other party had slowly unfolded the gorgeous invitation letter painted with flowers and vines, and said:

"Keep an eye on Alexia during this time."

Lucius could only nodded and did not ask how long this mission would last as before.

Ernest noticed that the familiar breath outside the house had left, so he put down the invitation, changed his hands and threw it into the drawer.

Lucius blinked, as if he was unaware of anything, yet as if he knew everything, and still dared not say a word.

Ernest looked at him for a long time, Lucius nodded slightly and left quietly.

*

The next day, in the family laboratory, Ernest put one hand in the pocket of his windbreaker, nodded to the researchers walking by, and then looked at the closed metal door not far away.

Someone approached him in time and told him:

"It's the owner of the Gracia family who is inside."

Ernest was silent for a moment, nodded, and went to the side to wait.

Not long after, Gracia walked out from behind the door and smiled slightly when he saw Ernest:

"morning."

Ernest also said:

"morning."

The two did not engage in any meaningless small talk, but quickly got to the point.

"Did something go wrong with the experiment? You know, the test subjects will be put into use soon."

"No, the experimental subject is in good condition. I had a chat with 'Esilia'."

Gracia stared at him, emphasizing the syllables of "Ecelia".

Ernest was a little stunned when he heard the name.

"I heard that 'Iris' entered the top ten in the school selection competition of the exchange competition. She is an amazing girl, isn't she?"

"Esilia" for a while, "Iris" for a while, Ernest didn't plan to speak for the time being, wanting to wait for her to show off.

Sure enough, Gracia had no intention of giving him any room to play.

She stroked her chest:

"I think I still prefer 'Ecelia'. What about you?"

Ernest was not surprised and just calmly took out the items in his pocket:

"Coincidentally, so do I."

Gracia looked at the thing in his hand, her eyebrows relaxed:

"You know me well. Remember to clean up the extra stuff."

Extra stuff...

Ernest watched her leave, turned his head to look at the half-open door, and concealed the flash of darkness in his eyes.

He stuffed the items back into his windbreaker pocket and slowly walked towards the door.

"Send Ulrich in."

"Ms. Phoenix stayed up all night last night to deal with the psychological problems of the experimental subject. No one is allowed to disturb her rest now."

"understood."

Ernest then entered alone.

You still had psychological problems last night, but you are in good shape this morning?

Ernest lowered his eyes and slightly clenched the thin but hard object in his pocket.