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

After the winter ceremony, no matter how affectionate Olivia and Iris were, Olivia still had to send Iris back to the Ramirez family.

She didn't dare to step into the door of the Novello family, and it was hard for her to fly to the underground city in a nominally illegal zone under the attention of everyone, consciously or unconsciously.

When Olivia saw Ernest who was alone, her eyes were not friendly. The fire that quietly rose in Ernest's seemingly calm and indifferent eyes seemed hidden, but in fact it was blatant, and everyone present could feel it.

And Iris is planning to save enough money to buy a house in the legal area of ​​​​Kakkar.

Well, the reason why she hasn't done anything before is... she thinks that by next year, there will be houses in the legal zone looking for her. If not... it means she doesn't need a big house, a small urn will be enough. .

But the current situation was really awkward. She had just "taken sides" in front of everyone, so what was the point of running back to live now - and it was Olivia who brought her back personally.

She glanced at Olivia cautiously, and the expression she received back wasn't bad, which made Iris relieved.

How should I put it? The last time she felt this strange feeling was when Adela and Green were arguing, and the little girl was standing between the adults with confused eyes...

In fact, if Olivia didn't live in the Novello family, she would still be willing to stay with her... Even if she might run over with a dagger in the middle of the night to stab Iris to death, but what does it matter? It's much more comfortable than staying under the same roof with Ernest - but in this case, the one who suddenly wants to stab someone in the middle of the night becomes Iris.

She thought with some melancholy, and her thoughts unconsciously ran back to the issue of houses. Which area has the right house price...

When Olivia and Ernest were done quarreling with their eyes, Olivia turned and left expressionlessly. Iris's weak and helpless aura suddenly evaporated completely. She seemed to have endured The actors who finally finished their work in the middle of the night had to pack up and rush home to sleep.

Iris, whose face had completely relaxed, put away her smile, glanced at Ernest, and asked:

"How long are you going to keep staring into the air here?"

"..."

Her behavior today was something that the two of them had planned in advance. What could he say to her?

Before Ernest turned around, he left a sentence:

"Gracia has been away for a while."

This means that you can make whatever you want during this period, no need to pretend.

Iris yawned:

"understood."

When she reached the fork in the road, she simply parted ways with him and headed towards her room.

Ernest stood there, watching her back getting farther and farther away, in silence.

*

Winter is a warm and cruel season for ice magicians.

The warmth lies in that the concentrated ice element will greatly increase the comfort of the mage, which is very suitable for sleeping. Almost every ice magician has a great dream of hibernating for a whole winter.

The cruel thing is that the intense ice element also means that the season suitable for practicing ice magic has arrived... sleep whatever you want, get up and practice more!

Ice mages will experience a more painful struggle than others on winter mornings. The ice elements wandering around in the air almost stick to your half-awake and muddled brain and tell you:

"Go on sleeping. Winter is the best time for you to rest."

At the same time, you will also be reminded:

"It's such a shame to waste time on meaningless sleep when it's such a good time to practice magic!"

That morning, Iris curled up in bed and really didn't want to get up.

Ernest passed by her door, knocked on the door as usual, and said:

"If you don't get up, there will be nothing to eat."

Then left.

Since the beginning of winter, every day has been like this.

And she knew that he was not joking, and if she hadn't arrived at the restaurant by the time, he would ask the kitchen to prepare the food immediately.

Either you go hungry all morning, or go out in the cold wind to buy meat buns that have already cooled down in the cold air.

Iris closed her eyes, took a deep breath, jumped up, looked at the time, quickly washed up, wrapped herself in a thick cloak and opened the door.

Although she is not afraid of the cold, this can give her the illusion that she is still in bed.

She began to plan her own little plan, and the beautiful picture of hibernating for a whole season in the future slowly unfolded before her eyes. As long as she could survive this cold and cruel winter... Aaaa sneeze!

Who says you won't catch a cold if you're not afraid of the cold?

Since ice magicians generally look down on the cold air in winter, the probability of this group catching a cold in winter is much higher than that of other people, just like the majority of drowning people who can swim - those who can't swim simply don't. Dare to go near the water.

She passed by Alexia's room and heard the girl's weak morning reading voice from the window:

"The son is getting married, the phoenix is ​​flying...a good match for the family...two lines of egrets are flying in the blue sky..."

As Iris listened, she questioned what she had learned before, but at the same time she felt a little comforted - if she was not the only one who was forced to get up early and work "hard", then she would feel a little better.

"Alexia, are you sure you can memorize all the poems you recite today?"

The sleepy girl shuddered and said in panic:

"There will be only one song of silence today!"

"I thought you wanted to recite more."

Ernest came over with two books, handed them to her from the window, and said:

"Teacher Gu Yu has a cold and won't be here today, but she will check your recitation in a few days. It's windy during this period, so stay home and don't run around. Remember to wear more clothes when you go out..."

Alexia's dying voice came from the window:

"Although I know you have good intentions, is there a possibility... that I don't need to say it every day so that I can remember it?"

Ernest looked in the direction of Iris and said calmly:

"I just think that winter, when even ice mages can get sick, is a little too dangerous for you."

"You are saying this to sister Ecilia! What's wrong with the ice mage? Is the ice mage offended?!"

"I didn't say it behind her back either."

The room became quiet, Ernest closed the window and looked back at her again.

Iris was blocked and listened to the whole story:

"..."

"Do you have any other advice?"

The other party shook his head and walked away.

Iris is a genuine ice magician.

In the past, she should have taken action long ago.

But her whole body was wrapped in the familiar cool ice element, which made her brain dull in the comfortable environment. Her reactions slowed down a lot, and her whole body exuded the aura of "I want to sleep" and "I just want to sleep", as if her brain had hibernated before her body.

She didn't care so much about other things, or in other words, she was too lazy to care.

A person who is extremely sleepy all day long will not care about how many flowers and plants are around her. She will just try to find an airtight and furry place in the garden to have a good sleep.

She stared at the grass, looking really sleepy again.

"The food will get cold if you don't take it away."

What was colder than the winter air were that man's words.

Iris managed to wake up and quickened her pace.

Damn it, she had to use this perfect sleep time to add extra time! practice!

Perhaps because the two were about to compete on the field, or perhaps because Iris's recovered strength no longer needed his training, the two of them were as far apart as they usually were in training, so they met and greeted each other at the training ground. Not willing to fight.

Is it obvious that she has bad intentions? Why does he always look like she's going to turn against him and grab something from him in the next second - it's not good for people to be too sensitive.

She had wanted to try out a few new spells she had learned on him.

However, Ernest always refused with one sentence:

"I'm sorry, but we'll be participating in an exchange competition soon, so we should keep our distance during practice."

She couldn't understand what he said. It was really strange. He was still afraid that his moves and strength would be revealed? She's not even afraid.

Occasionally, when she had free time one day, she would chat with Olivia and talk about her questions. Olivia would always show her attitude with a disdainful expression at first, but would often follow Iris after listening. She was confused at the same time. Later, after hearing the same questions too many times, her expression gradually became calm:

"He's just stingy."

"I don't mean anything else. I just know that you are too strong and will become his rival."

"What other thoughts could he have? But you have to be careful that he peeks at your practice and secretly ponders your moves - what, he really peeked?!"

"Why don't you do it? It's normal to misplace your moves in the training room -"

"You can't do this, I tell you?§*?#@..."

Sometimes, she couldn't understand Olivia's words.

Olivia tried to analyze the motives behind Ernest's strange behavior, but Iris's brain, which had become rusty in the winter, could not accept overly complicated information. In fact, Olivia often looked at her with a rare gaze when they chatted in the winter.

This kind of Iris is probably limited to winter. When the ice and snow melt, the thick wall of her heart will be rebuilt in her heart, blocking everyone's prying eyes.

Before this winter, could she and Olivia be as close as they are now?

So Olivia was annoyed by Ernest, a name that always shamelessly mixed into their quiet conversations, like randomly dropping a few drops of ink on rare rice paper. It was so bad.

... Ernest and Olivia each had their own plans to get close to Iris this winter, but neither of them expected that Iris would record her efforts when they returned to the room where she was alone. All the words that Ernest said were written down in a special notebook, and they will be understood when the brain wakes up next spring. Olivia is a smart person, and her opinions are often of great reference value, but Ernest’s words that are incomprehensible are... When she could understand it, she might be able to find some tips on how to deal with him - she was just too lazy to think about it, and it wasn't like she was stupid. She couldn't sense that these two people deliberately changed their behavior patterns when she was in danger, but... Whatever—she just wanted to sleep—

sleep……

sleep! ! !