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

The arrival of the second semester of the first grade did not disrupt Iris Adela's pace. She attended classes during the day and practiced as usual after school on weekends, but she had less and less time to spend with Albinia at home because she was very busy as a professor after the start of the semester.

Throughout this semester, both Ernest and Olivia reduced the number of times they met her. Olivia was obsessed with practicing magic, and every time Iris met her, it was at the academy training ground. As for Ernest, she only saw him from a distance a few times occasionally, and very rarely could she meet his eyes, but the two of them often didn't even say hello, and when they approached, they just passed by each other without changing their expressions.

Even Lucius and Angelica rarely saw Iris, and she had no intention of focusing on anything other than training and classes. A semester was not too much, but not too little, and it was already a stretch for her to prepare for the upcoming exchange competition.

It was as if everyone had already reached a consensus invisibly - for this crucial matter that might even determine the direction of their future destiny, everyone was doing their best and was willing to temporarily put aside some tangled disputes.

As the end of the semester approached and the official start of the competition approached, the Kingdom of Aaron organized a farewell banquet and invited important figures from many fields in the country, including some royal family members, senior officials of the Mage Tower, mayors, members of Congress, and senior officials of the Procuratorate.

The Global Youth Mage Exchange Competition is a major international event with a grand scale.

At this banquet, contestants from St. Ferguson and several other magic academies in the country were required to dress up. While drinking, Iris saw a person who, in her memory, should not be here.

He was a silver-haired old man who was laughing and chatting with several congressmen and politicians. Iris had seen him on the news.

Duke of Morton of Lawrence.

A dead man who bought Elisaia's degree for his daughter, and was later found at home "committing suicide out of fear of crime" due to corruption and involvement in the smuggling of magic crystals. His body should have already rotted.

Iris gently shook the purple-red liquid in the goblet, her expression gloomy.

A lady with waist-length blonde hair and an elegant figure walked by her side. She seemed to recognize her and greeted her with a smile:

"Miss Green, I've heard a lot about you. I'm Marianna Morton Carolla, and I heard you're from the same hometown as me. I also grew up in Lawrence, and I'm currently a third-year student at Enil College. This year, I was fortunate enough to qualify for the exchange tournament, although it's not as good as your top ten result in the St. Ferguson trials. I look forward to meeting you on the field."

The polite words between fellow countrymen sounded quite normal. Iris just paused for a moment and then smiled naturally:

"Miss Carolla, nice to meet you..."

Her hometown on her current ID is indeed Lawrence.

After Marianna said goodbye to her, she walked to the side of Duke Morton. She heard the Duke introduce him like this:

"This is my eldest daughter, Marianna..."

Iris found a quiet place to sit down, staring at the wine glass in her hand in a daze.

Third grade? This means that Marianna enrolled several years earlier than her, and was admitted to Enil College, which is second only to St. Ferguson in the Kingdom of Aaron, and got a place to participate in the exchange competition this year. She is also an excellent young wizard and does not need other people's degrees at all, and it is impossible for her to look down on the local magic academy in Lawrence.

If Duke Morton had really committed such a crime, how could he appear openly at the banquet attended by so many celebrities from the kingdom today?

Iris was digesting the reality that conflicted with her own memories. A long-lost figure appeared in front of her and spoke in a low voice:

"Duke Morton assisted in the capture of criminals who smuggled magic crystals into the country a year ago and received a reward from the royal family, which was widely published in various newspapers. Your dream was unstable at the time, and it seemed that important material came from him... Can you tell the difference?"

Iris thought silently, maybe in order to give herself a reason to leave Lawrence and go to St. Ferguson in her dream, she portrayed this guy whom she had only seen in the newspaper as an unforgivable villain who forced her to apply to other magic academies in a short period of time...

At that time, she was already able to make some plot changes to her dream magic when she was awake in order to achieve certain goals.

Even though the magic of dreams has been broken today, characters like Morton, who are too deeply connected with reality and no longer appear in her vision to remind her that her memory is wrong, may still remain in her memory as images in dreams.

After all, even if it is a false memory, it has indeed appeared in people's minds and been remembered.

Just like most people's vague childhood memories, how much of it is real and how much is from the children's dreams? The continuous passage of time makes people's memories gradually blurred, and at the same time, the boundary between the reality and dreams of the past is becoming increasingly unclear.

It is quite normal and reasonable to "forget" whether something in the past really happened or was just a dream.

Iris rubbed her forehead. After the pain of being forced to recall all the past events at a fixed time every day, she had forgotten a lot of things in the past. It was really difficult to find the parts related to "Morton" and "Marianna" in the chaotic memory.

After thinking for a long time, she still had no clue, so she shook her head:

"never mind."

She raised her head slightly and looked at Ernest:

"I thought you'd be busy tonight."

Ernest Ramirez looked at her wine glass for a moment and recognized that it was just grape juice. He looked away, his expression calm, and was about to speak when someone came over with a wine glass and interrupted him:

"Mr. Ernest, you are here, I am..."

His attention was temporarily diverted, and Iris took the opportunity to move to another place.

The new position was very close to a long table with food, and in front of her happened to be some bread.

Iris thought of the girl named May who had shared her milk.

How could someone who truly loves their parents so much get out of the dark after something happened and indulge in baking bread and plotting to take over other people's bakeries? It was just her wishful thinking, just to provide herself with comfort.

Dreams do not come out of thin air. The "Morton" who took away her degree has a real prototype, and the "May" with whom she had "lived together for a long time" probably also has a prototype.

Iris's eyes fell on Ernest Ramirez.

It's Alexia.