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

"Where are you now?"

"In the woods."

"Where are the woods?"

"The highest mountain."

“Where is the highest mountain?”

"At my feet."

After she said the last words, the call was hung up. Aecilia turned around, and a figure wearing a black mage robe appeared from behind the tree trunks and shrubs. The smooth fabric shone against the stream and moonlight. In the sparkling light, the robe brushed against the branches and leaves as he walked, and a few silver threads were drawn out during the swing. They swayed slightly with the arc of his movements. From a distance, the man's body seemed to be flowing with clear water.

"You carry the light of the moon."

She smiled slightly.

There was no movement on the man's face, and his voice was calm and indifferent, revealing a strong sense of alienation.

"It's just borrowing light from the sun."

She shook her head and said.

"How many people in the world don't borrow light, and how many people can become the moon?"

The handle of the dark blue staff was wrapped in his palm, and the tip of the staff rested on the stone on the ground. He sighed leisurely.

"I want to be the sun and don't need to borrow light from anyone."

Aecilia tapped the tip of the ice blue staff on the ground, tilted her head slightly to the right, and her smile deepened.

"Then...I will wish you all you wish for. And I just need to be myself."

The tip of the dark blue staff slid down the flat stone, then turned around and rested on the man's left hand, and was gently rubbed by a finger with distinct joints.

"A very good idea."

A gentle comment emerged from his lips, like a black butterfly blooming from his lips, and then flying freely among the trees and night shadows.

Aecilia stopped smiling and Ernest asked:

"It's so late, what are you doing here?"

Aecilia told him what happened this morning.

When she dialed Hamer's number and heard that the number was empty, she originally planned to go to the Zhiwang business office to check, but suddenly she received a call from the senior sister who lent her the potions textbook.

"Senior sister, will you come to the academy to report today?"

"Well, the small refrigerator is ready. Is Senior Sister in the academy now?"

"I just want to tell you this. I have some things at home. I won't be in the college these days. Please help me keep the textbooks and the small refrigerator."

"Okay, senior. I want to ask you a question."

"Just ask."

"Why do calls that can be made outside the college show as empty numbers inside the college?"

"Did the other party cancel their account?"

"No, I was still chatting with him yesterday afternoon."

"That may be because the college's magic barrier has affected your smart network communication signal. You can try leaving the school first and then calling back."

Aecilia responded, then actually walked out of the school gate and tried to fight back outside the gate.

The number was dialed quickly.

"Hammer?"

Aecilia spoke first.

There was a quick response from the other side.

"What's the matter, Ecilia?"

The familiar and brisk voice sounded just like in the memory, mixed with the noisy background sounds in the bakery.

She opened her lips several times, but no sound came out.

There was silence for a moment until Hammer called her name again, and she responded.

"I want you to take a look at the gate of the college...but it seems that the bakery is busy now, so I'll hang up first."

She took back her smart network and looked up at the clear blue sky.

White clouds drifted by, just like her turbulent emotions.

Flamboyant, borderless...

*

Ernest was silent for a long time. Aecilia lowered her head and didn't know what she was thinking. The sound of the night wind echoed in the forest, and the warm yellow lights under the mountain were like dots of fireflies, silently lighting up the night.

"It's better not to drink those magic potions."

A long time, Ernest said.

"What potion? What are you talking about?"

asked Aecilia.

Ernest closed his eyes and sighed.

"Your memory is becoming more and more confused due to the influence of the potion. Normally you should be awake at such a late hour."

"Why did I drink the potion? What kind of potion did I drink?"

"To stay awake at night. Maybe Loris potion, a weapon made against the magic of utopian dreams."

"Am I going to be awake during the day?"

"You'll be stuck in a dream."

"I don't know about this."

"Because you're not sober right now. Do you remember my name?"

"...Are you 035?"

"I am 036. This is my invigilator number."

"Then what's your name?"

"You can ask me this question later when you are sober."

"Am I dreaming now?"

"Call Lawrence back to see if you can get through?"

"...It got through. Why? I called various places in the college all day today, and I didn't get through once."

"Because you are not awake now. Look at your smart network, where is it now?"

"...In my space necklace."

"You weren't even on the phone just now."

"……Why……"

"You should take a good rest now and you will get better."

"When will I wake up?"

"Normally, from six o'clock in the evening to six o'clock in the morning."

"What about abnormal times?"

"You haven't told me in detail. My guess is that you can control your waking time by controlling the content of a certain ingredient in Loris' potion, but this will have huge side effects, gradually changing your waking time and dream time. It has to be chaotic and fluid. Like now, you suddenly fall into chaos when you should be awake.”

Aecilia lowered her head and was silent for a while, then said:

"Am I always going to be like this?"

"No. There are ways to solve this problem, but it will take time."

"What's the solution?"

"Kill the caster."

"Who is the caster?"

"The devil is a spellcaster."

"Who is the devil? I don't understand even your words."

"Maybe the devil will hear me if I tell you his name."

"Will you kill the devil?"

"I can."

"Can I last until then?"

"That's okay if you stop drinking Loris potions."

"Can I not drink?"

"You don't have to drink, but you may not want to when you are sober."

"why?"

"Because you are smart and arrogant. You want to use me as well as the enemy. If you can't stay awake, there is no way to continue your plan."

"What happens if I drink?"

"The memory state will become more and more chaotic, and then you will go crazy first and then die, or you may die before going crazy."

"..."

"The Loris potion will do a lot of damage to your body."

"What would I choose if I were sober?"

"I don't know, but you seem to be firmly on the path to killing yourself."

"How determined?"

"If I stop you, maybe you'll kill me."

"You?"

"Correct."

"Maybe I'm crazy when I'm awake."

"I think so too."

"It seems we are quite destined."

"..."

After Ernest fell silent, Aecilia murmured to herself for a long time, and her small words were obscured by the wind.

Ernest interrupted her and said:

"It's very late, let's go back and rest first."

Aecilia didn't seem to hear this sentence:

"...What a difficult problem."

Ernest raised his staff and pointed the tip at her. She raised her eyes and finally said:

"I can't sleep now."

"Listen to music or read a book, and you will always fall asleep when you lie down."

Aecilia nodded.

"I'm so sorry to bother you so late."

Ernest was about to take back his staff.

"Can I go to your house and have a look? Who are you? Do you have a family? I don't think so. I used to have a very clean cat..."

Ernest stopped his movements, swung a sleeping spell from the tip of his staff and hit her on the head.

Aecilia was stunned and fell to the ground before she could react. Ernest cast a levitation spell without mercy and transported her back to her own dormitory.

The two beds in the dormitory were not covered with mats. He remembered that she had been wandering around the college all day but did not go back to the dormitory to lay out mats and quilts. He did not have these things for his own space magic weapon.

"..."

He rubbed his brows, thinking about just throwing her to the ground. His eyes turned and saw the dark blue bow ribbon hair accessory on her forehead. There was a family crest with a locator in the middle of the hair accessory. He turned around. The movement became difficult.

Ernest's mood gradually became irritable.