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

Sitting behind the desk was a girl with long black hair and curled ends. She was sitting with her back straight, browsing through the pile of snow-white documents on the desk.

Tasiya Lopez heard the voice, looked up at the two of them, and nodded slightly:

"Register the contract information? Bring the information over."

At first sight, Iris was not used to seeing the dean in person. Albinia was not surprised at all. She led Iris forward. After all the official business was finished, Tasia asked Iris. In response to Si's physical condition, Albinia took out the black coat from behind the dean's chair, draped it on Dean Tasia's body, and casually reminded:

"Did you forget to turn on the heater today? Madam Vice President will be angry if she sees you without a coat."

Tasiya looked up at her golden hair, which shone brightly under the light, and smiled slightly.

"I pushed several meetings to her. She probably won't be able to come back and teach me a lesson."

After Albinia put her coat on, she rubbed her head.

"Then I won't help you hide it from her next time."

Tasia opened her eyes wide:

"That's not okay! You can't favor her in everything."

Albinia sighed softly and shook her head:

"If you catch a cold and she doesn't know anything about it, she will blame me for doing everything to you, even if you don't get dressed properly and don't tell her..."

Tasia frowned dissatisfied:

"She's the dean and I'm the dean? You don't have to tell her everything."

"But everyone says that she will usurp your throne sooner or later."

Dean Cat was indignant when he heard this:

"She was the one who proposed the idea of ​​guessing who will be the dean in the first place! She had already said that she wanted to be me and she wouldn't have to suffer for so many years. What's the use of regretting it now? I don't know how many beatings it would take to usurp the throne for her. All the reports, including hers! Didn’t she just write them to me?

Iris listened to the "inside story" in silence, and even her body posture unconsciously leaned towards the two. Albinia listened with a gentle look on her face. When the other party finally finished talking, she picked up the cotton wool that fell on her black hair and tidied up her hair:

"Well, it's really hard for the dean."

Tasia's voice gradually became lower:

"The students are still here... shouldn't you show some respect to me?"

Albinia smiled:

"Iris hugged you, what does it matter? And I have already used the honorific title for you today. Isn't that not respectful enough?"

Tasya turned her head slightly and stopped looking at Albinia.

"I'll have to trouble you to be a judge for next year's competition... Those guys who only care about money are good at bullying others. If someone dares to bully you, you just... you just..."

Tasia held it in for a long time, seemingly unable to say the words "tell me", and finally hesitantly said:

"...Just tell Iscott! You also have a background, you can't let others bully you in vain..."

Why is the background of the chief observation subject and preliminary experimental subject of the Mage Tower not considered the background?

Albinia still smiled warmly:

"If there is a situation that cannot be resolved, I will tell you and Mr. Clark, but based on past experience, I can handle most emergencies, and there won't be any surprises."

Tashia nodded, thought about it for a while, and said solemnly:

"Also, if you do anything to them, be gentle. The academy has spent a lot of money on rewards this year. If you have to take care of the medical expenses of several people like before, the pressure will be a bit great..."

Albinia didn't care much about this:

"I have practiced healing magic well in the past few years, so it won't cost a lot of money."

Tasia looked at her blankly for a while, then said "Oh":

"Okay, okay..."

"Then please continue working. We won't disturb you."

Albinia naturally took Iris's hand, like a mother who had just finished chatting with an old friend and was about to take her child who was waiting obediently by the side away. Iris blinked the moment her hand was caught, said goodbye to the dean calmly, and then silently let Albinia take her out.

Before Adela was hunted down, she had many friends. If she happened to meet someone on the street, she would drag her over to chat with them, leaving little Iris, who could not get involved in adult conversations, to wait quietly aside. , when I am not distracted, I will listen to the boring things these adults are saying.

Adela's hands were always warm and dry. She would sweat a little when the weather was hot, which made Iris's palms wet, and would feel a little cold when the wind blew. Albinia's palms never sweated, nor were they warm. They were always cool, but Iris liked them very much.

Iris likes cool things.

When she was with them, she was always very quiet, not annoyed nor annoyed, as if she was willing to listen to them chatting all day long.

She was willing to listen to Adela chatting with others because she could vaguely feel that since a certain point in time, Adela's smiles and moments of relaxed conversation had become less and less frequent, so she wanted Adela to smile more and talk more, and she would not be as easily impatient as other children.

Now Iris is also willing to listen to the chat between Albinia and Tasia, because she doesn't know from which point in time, the times when she can calm down like this have become less and less.

It was very strange. Although she was the one listening to their chatting, she always felt that they were the ones who were silently listening to her.

Albinia took her through the crowd with fiery eyes and different thoughts, through the streets where the cold wind made the dead branches and leaves rustle, through the quiet alleys where there were no people but birds, and arrived at her home.

Iris turned to look at her, and Albinia said steadily:

"Stay with me for a while before school starts, right? There aren't many people at home, and there are quite a few flowers blooming. Although they're not as precious as the ones blooming at the Ramirez family's, they're still beautiful."

Iris nodded, Albinia took out the house key and gave one to her:

"There is a very open area nearby, and there are usually few people. If you want to practice, you can go there."

When Iris heard this, the corners of her briskly raised mouth drooped slightly:

"……understood."

Albinia's fingertips stroked her cheek:

"It's time to go to the competition. You can't sleep in every day even in winter, otherwise you will be bullied by others on the field."

She has only had a handful of lazy naps this winter, right?

Iris rubbed the itchy area where she had scratched, and involuntarily raised her voice:

"I don't sleep in every day."

Albinia smiled:

"Really? Then I will monitor you in the future to see if you are lying."

She held Iris's hand, and after stepping through the door, they would be greeted silently by a vibrant courtyard and a warm and comfortable house.

At the moment she crossed the threshold, the dry and cold winter wind blew through the golden hair that Albinia Daisy had neatly placed behind her shoulders. In this monotonous world full of white, there was such a gentle golden color that was bright but not dazzling, as if it could accommodate all cautious, hesitant and panicked gazes.