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

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the fourth-grade students who had played a hearty game left the arena contentedly, and Aecilia, whose notebook was full of writing, also walked out of the auditorium contentedly.

"What is your blood magic like?"

she asked Lucius beside her.

Lucius explained: "The flames emitted are difficult to extinguish. Only by mastering it to a certain extent can we control the burning time, but I am not familiar with it yet... If my brother is not there to extinguish the fire at any time, it will be easy for my opponent to It was slowly burned away."

Aecilia looked at him silently, and Lucius continued:

"Ramirez's blood magic is arrogant and powerful, and there is no way to counter it with ordinary magic at the same level."

Apart from twitching the corners of her mouth, she couldn't make any more unnecessary expressions.

"arrive."

He pushed open the training room they had booked early in the morning. Ernest was already waiting inside. When he saw them coming in, he nodded slightly to show courtesy.

"I'm going to trouble you."

Aecilia said.

"You're welcome, this is also to allow Lucius to train well."

Ernest operated the instruments in the control training room for a while and nodded to them.

"It's time to start."

Lucius took out his staff in front of her for the first time, and Aecilia carefully picked up "Weixue". As the protective cover of the training room was raised, the tips of the two staffs were raised almost at the same time, pointing at the other party.

With Ernest at the side, Lucius took the first action without any scruples, summoning twelve palm-sized fireballs in front of him. He aimed the staff at her and pressed it down, causing a burning sensation across nearly two feet in the middle. A distance of ten meters passed in front of her.

The staff rotated in a circle, and a spherical protective shield formed by light blue light stood up in front of him. A violent blizzard surged and rolled beside the protective shield, whizzing towards him at high speed.

There was a mixture of hot and cold in the training room. Ernest sat on the sofa in the corner and took a sip of warm water.

When he looked up again, two attacks collided in the sky above the training room, causing the airflow to become uneasy. Lucius was hit by the wind and snow and took a few steps back. Aecilia kept dodging, and hot sparks splashed on the floor beside her. It drifted to her sleeves, and there was a burning sensation through the fabric.

Frost quickly covered it, and the weak fire flickered for a while before being extinguished unwillingly. Only then did Ecilia get a glimpse of the magical characteristics passed down in the blood of the Ramirez family.

- Difficult to extinguish.

But the weak Mars still cannot escape the collapse of the slightly stronger frost. For "blood magic", it is also an eternal truth to use force to stop force.

After lightly tasting an appetizer, Aecilia raised her staff with her right hand and quickly made a spell-making gesture with her left hand in mid-air. The tip of the staff condensed an ice pick with a sharp edge and sharp tip about one meter long. The spell in her left hand The momentum ended immediately, and the turbulent wind accelerated the speed of the ice pick piercing forward.

A pair of cooperative spells that are very basic in idea but somewhat troublesome to practice.

Lucius's words floated against the wind:

"You're over the top."

He dodged on the opposite side to avoid the ice pick that was pointed at his chest within a few seconds. The edge of the ice pick cut a hole in the clothes of his left arm, and a trail of blood flowed out.

She didn't intend to count the number of moves back and forth with Lucius like they were playing a game. While he was busy dodging, she condensed hundreds of smaller ice picks in mid-air that were still sharp. Stab towards him in a surrounding posture.

Facing the densely attacking ice picks, Lucius quickly recited a spell in his mouth, moved the tip of his staff a little forward, and the flames that spurted out instantly enveloped the attack from Esilia, melting most of the ice picks. , the remaining ice picks were running towards him tirelessly, and his few spins and jumps were enough to cause the ice picks to scrape across his body.

The dazzling firelight reached the eyes, and a thick ice wall separated the flames at a close distance. The ice in front continued to melt. Aecilia pulled back and distanced herself. The flames and the ice wall disappeared almost at the same time, rising from the ground. Dozens of half-human-tall snowmen holding ice swords surrounded Lucius, who had a bruise on his cheek and was bleeding.

Aecilia endured the pain time and time again and used ice to extinguish the flames on her body, while controlling the snowman to raise a sword to beat Lucius.

Ernest opened the notebook at this time and wrote something on the paper with a pen in his hand. He did not lower his head and stared at the battle between the two without blinking.

Lucius threw the staff into the air. The staff stayed firmly on the airflow, and a stream of flames two books wide emerged from the top. It stretched its body and broke a path straight towards her.

His hands kept summoning groups of dancing flames, controlling the flames to hit the snowman's abdomen and hands.

The speed of the flames was extremely fast, and Aecilia faced it for a moment. The burning pain on her body suddenly stimulated her nerves. Her scalp seemed to explode, but she quickly recovered and gathered ice. The element covered her skin and slightly separated the flames. A thick wall of ice stood in front of her, slowing down the speed of the flames. She took the opportunity to duck to the side and aimed an ice arrow at Lucius's neck.

He staggered to avoid the ice arrows, but the snowman took the opportunity to stab Lucius in the abdomen and calf, and blood was pouring out from these two parts.

The flames on her upper body were still not extinguished. The continuous high temperature made her miserable in the firelight. She bit her lip and fiercely pressed the ice and cold current against her skin, which was bound to burn all the crazy heat and depth. The bone-marrow chill intertwined with her body, and she could barely maintain her standing posture. After holding on like this for a while, the flames were finally extinguished. While she was releasing herself from the cold, she controlled the staff to swing in a beautiful arc in mid-air. , bringing out a circle of arrows lined up closely and pointing at Lucius.

Lucius, whose agility had significantly decreased after being injured, did not avoid the arrows aimed directly at his right arm and waist, and two more crystal clear decorations were added to his body.

His staff spun in the air, and the threads formed by the flames rotated around the staff, spinning faster and faster. The circular flame stream quickly formed, like a net with claws and claws, rushing towards her.

The diameter of this "net" was nearly six meters, and the flames on the periphery burned her hair. Unable to dodge, she seemed to be wandering in a sea of ​​fire for a moment. Flames were ignited all over her body. Regardless of whether she extinguished them or not, she had already seen it. The end of this showdown.

But she did not choose to stop there. White frost condensed in the air in the training ground. Lucius looked around warily. In an instant, the cold current swept around him, and he was frozen in the ice, facing her. see.

……

She didn't know how she left that training room and appeared in front of Professor Albinia.

When she opened her eyes, the familiar fragrance of grass and trees wafted gently at the tip of her nose, and the ends of light golden hair crossed her cheek, and she felt a slight itch.

Albinia's gentle and distant eyes met Aecilia's light blue eyes, and she smiled slightly:

"Good morning, Esilia-san, it's a pity that we meet again in this way."

"…Good morning, Professor."

She roughly understood what was going on and said hello obediently as the professor meant.