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

Aecilia found Angelia who was already asleep on the hospital bed in the treatment room. Lucius stood by quietly and nodded slightly when he saw her come in.

"I heard Angelia almost destroyed a copy."

Aecilia directly stated her intention.

"You can't say it's close, it's already ruined."

Lucius spoke casually, lowered his head and sent her a copy of the video on the Internet.

"You should take a look at this first."

Aecilia nodded, gently pulled up the chair and sat down, then clicked on the video.

The content of every dungeon in this event was the same. The opening was the familiar text and ingredients list. She saw Angelia choosing to cook a home-cooked dish, and then entered the space to snatch the ingredients.

The red exclamation mark on her head attracted a lot of attention to her, and senior students appeared many times to snatch her materials. Most of the time, Angelia was able to deal with it with her excellent wood magic.

When three hours passed, the scarred Angelia was surrounded by a group of senior students holding a bag of salt, and they attacked her unceremoniously.

Up to here, everything is normal.

Until Angelia, who had been robbed of salt, fell to the ground and stared at the ceiling, her eyes burst out with a dazzling red light.

At the same time, a large number of black butterfly shadows continued to fly out from her body lying on the ground, occupying every corner of the space, until Angelia's face in the video was completely covered by black butterflies.

Not long after the vision occurred, student council members entered the instance one after another to bring the remaining students out safely. There was also a broadcast informing them to gather somewhere far away from the source of the vision.

In the end, everyone except Angelia left the copy safely, but after hearing the broadcast, she chose to continue lying where she was.

No one dares to approach Angelia, the place where the largest number of black butterflies gather in the dungeon.

Aecilia asked at this time:

"What are these black butterflies? They have not acted aggressively towards copies or students."

At this time, someone pushed the door open and it was Ernest, who had wiped off the blood on his body and changed into his school uniform.

He asked the two student union members who were following him to wait outside the door. After closing the door, he answered her previous question.

"They are creations derived from Miss Robert's wood magic and have the potential to possess life. However, Miss Robert can only make them execute simple commands while they are still dead, and cannot even completely control them. "

He placed a stack of reports on the table, and Lucius naturally picked them up and looked through them.

"The large gathering of these butterfly-shaped creatures will cause an effect - dragging the space where they are located into a picture scroll. And after normal three-dimensional life is dragged into the two-dimensional world in the picture scroll, in addition to death in the secular sense, There is no second ending.”

As he spoke, he put his palm into Angelia's forehead, and a stream of black light was slowly injected into her body.

"And all the consequences are irreversible."

Ernest said the last sentence after taking back his hand.

Lucius put down the read report and said thoughtfully:

"It does not have the possibility of systematic research and promotion of learning... It is very similar to blood magic inherited from genes, but there is no relevant precedent in the Robert family."

Ernest looked at Lucius and said slowly:

"Find time to ask the elders of the Robert family, and go through the family files. If there is indeed no precedent, it means that the changes in the blood magic of the Robert family have begun with her."

Lucius nodded, and after a while, he asked:

"What would happen if it really started from her?"

Ernest said quietly:

"First, the Ramirez family is responsible for letting her adapt and control her abilities as soon as possible. If she can't, then leave it to the Mage Tower."

As we all know, the Robert family is a subordinate family of the Ramirez family and has been loyal to Ramirez for generations, and the Ramirez family has also been providing shelter to the Robert family.

Giving responsibility to the Ramirez family first was the safest decision for Angelia.

If even the Ramirez family is unable to do anything and transfers her to the Mage Tower, for the safety of the vast majority of people, Angelia, who cannot control her destructive abilities, will only end up being forcibly wiped out.

"Have you already reported it to the Mage Tower?"

"Yes, the dean reported it in front of all the senior professors."

Lucius nodded, with no fluctuation on his face.

The video played to Ernest entering the copy alone. At this time, the space of the copy conflicted with the two-dimensional space in which the scroll unfolded, and the entire copy was on the verge of collapse. He rushed to take out Angelia before the copy was destroyed.

At this time, Ernest glanced at her.

"Your magic is also powerful and unstable, and you have no family control. My suggestion is that the three of you come to me for training together every afternoon."

As he spoke, he glanced at Lucius.

"You still can't control your flames at all. If you can't make any good progress, don't consider signing up for the Mage Exchange Competition. Neither the academy nor your family will agree."

Lucius responded with a grimace, and Aecilia had no choice but to nod in agreement. As for Angelia—although she was not awake yet, she had no choice.

The three of them were doing their own thing in silence. After an unknown amount of time, Ernest used a black stream of light to wash out the last remaining traces of black butterflies from Angelia's body, and told Ecilia:

"You should keep an eye on her during this period. Don't let her draw, and don't let her stay in one place for a long time. You can encourage her to do other things to divert her attention."

Aecilia hurriedly agreed, watched Ernest walk out of the ward, and then turned to look at Lucius.

Lucius finally couldn't hold himself any longer, and the calm mask on his face cracked, and he couldn't stop lamenting.

"So, it's not a good thing to be the first to awaken the unprecedented blood magic!"

Aecilia said calmly:

"If you can control it, it's a good thing; if you can't, it's a tragedy."

Lucius spoke bitterly:

"What cold jokes are you telling at this time?"

Aecilia said innocently:

"I'm telling the truth."

Immediately afterwards, the two became relatively silent.

Finally, Aecilia spoke leisurely:

"If you want to stay here tonight, I don't have to stay here anymore?"

Only then did Lucius react, looked at the time, and quickly stood up.

"What are you having for breakfast tomorrow?"

Ethelia exhaled.

"She drinks porridge, and I drink porridge too."

When Lucius also left the ward, she and Angelia were the only ones left here.

She lay beside Angelia's bed, looking at her peaceful sleeping face, and raised the tips of her golden hair with her fingertips.

Angelia still doesn’t know that she is in danger of death.