Candy Wizard and Travel

"Sharing stories with people is also part of traveling. I don't mind. Sorry, I forgot to ask for your name."

"Well, just call me Irena."

I stroked my chest and said my name.

"Ah, my name is Hidi, Miss Irena."

"Then...Ms. Hidi?"

I couldn't confirm her age, so I used a title that would not be rude. As long as she was at least eighteen years old, this title was fine.

Her expression changed momentarily, including helplessness, laziness and calmness, but I couldn't interpret it at that time.

"Um."

The time after that couldn't have been more pleasant for me.

Ms. Hidi is a witch who is knowledgeable, experienced and very good at taking care of people. She records the scenery with her unique spelling magic, which complements her excellent descriptions. She is also very sensitive to emotions and can always detect my preferences. .

She is also the owner of a certain castle floating in the sky. It is an ancient castle that is just right and blooming with lush flowers. The photo of overlooking the scenery in the sky makes me fascinated.

"Then...where is it? I must go there in the future! Just like the places Nicole has been to!"

I was losing my temper, but I didn't realize it.

"Aurodin, who was under the sky before, is currently heading to the country called Royal Celestilia. It's moving very slowly. I still need to go back regularly to replenish my magic power. If I calculate it simply...it will be enough in two years. We have arrived at the royal palace of Celestilia. You can go there when the time comes. If my trip is over, I will return there."

"Yeah, I definitely will!"

goo—

An embarrassing sound came out, and I instantly realized that it was the moaning of my pitiful stomach, and at the same time, the overly excited performance just now came to my mind.

——I want to get under the table, looking forward to being my bed inside.

What a shame!I would actually do such a thing!

Of course, the possibility of such a dream does not exist, so the possibility of me dreaming does not exist, it is obviously like a dream.

A witch who perfectly fits the image of a traveler in my mind passed by and participated in an extremely bad poisoning case (to be determined). At the end of the matter, we sat together drinking coffee and chatting like friends...

Isn't this a story that only appears in "Nicole's Adventures"?

Ms. Hidi didn't seem to hear the greedy voice and didn't see my red face that was about to burn up. She opened her satchel with a calm expression.

I smelled food.

"I made it in the hotel kitchen yesterday. It's a little cold. It would be rude to just drink coffee. Please try it."

The waiter next to her wanted to remind her of something. When she came over and saw the star medal, she naturally took away the empty condensed milk can and sugar can in front of Ms. Hidi. The traveler promptly handed over a silver coin as a tip.

The waiter bowed earnestly.

"Please give me instructions if necessary."

"Well, thank you."

After the waiter left, she pushed a piece of bread over and thoughtfully wrapped it in brown paper.

There is a saying that goes, "A broken jar doesn't mind breaking a little more." I probably took the bread with the mentality that I wouldn't care if it was broken a little bit more.

"thanks."

I originally thought that there are many gains and losses in life. For example, after I have outstanding beauty, a harmonious family and excellent talents, I lost my worries. There must be something that Ms. Xidi is not good at.

But obviously not when it comes to baking.

This piece of cold bread ranks in the top five of all the breads I have eaten in my life - by the way, I can't remember how much bread I have eaten - I can't imagine how soft and fragrant it will taste when it is freshly baked.

What a shame.

Thinking of what Ms. Xidi said before, "There are always regrets in the journey", I felt that I was somehow more mature.

"There is one pudding left. Well, it's not broken. Please try it too."

Wow, this is a dessert that my mother rarely makes.

I didn't care about the cheeky look at all and took the pudding.

"tasty!"

My meager experience cannot be compared horizontally to highlight the excellence of this dessert, and I cannot even pick out dry words from those magic books to explain its beauty. Is it really okay to be eaten by someone like me, Pudding Sang?

——"Yeah, okay."

I made up my own answer in my mind, finished the bread and pudding in small bites, and felt a small feeling of happiness rippling in my chest.

Wait, where did I come from?

Also, is this traveler being too friendly?

After ingesting sugar, I had the illusion that my mind was speeding up and I began to analyze.

On rainy days, I don’t have an umbrella, I refuse to leave in front of the bakery, I vaguely decline the rewards that others send me home, I immediately follow them when I hear there is free coffee...

Finally I looked down at my clothes.

The dust is from the dust that was collected when leaning against the bakery door. The light and fluffy fabric cannot show its fine texture after being wet, but instead looks a bit tattered. The smooth hair on the top of the head is also covered with smoke from the chimney. It's sticky, knotted as if it hasn't been washed for a long time, and there's mud between the fingers.

It's no wonder that she only looked at my eyes all the time, because she was worried that looking elsewhere would irritate my sensitive self-esteem - there is no such thing!

It’s bad, I’m almost becoming a beggar.

I can probably understand that kind of gentle kindness. If it were me, seeing a dusty, kind-hearted child on the roadside looking longingly at the bakery (fake), living a difficult life but still full of curiosity about the world, I would I can probably give her all the money I have - no more than one gold coin.

"I also have some dried meat and preserved fruits here. They probably won't last long in a humid climate. Please try them too..."

As if she were selling goods, she spread one food after another on the table, and it was about to be piled in front of me.

Just wait for me!

"That, Hide-san."

"Um?"

I'm really ashamed to say it.

"Hey, my family is actually quite nice."

She slowly - at a speed that would not attract anyone's attention, as if she was sleepy - slowly covered her eyes, pursed her lips, without showing any disrespectful gesture, and squeezed out a weak sound from her throat.

"Um."

This is already very rude!

Traveler, look at me.

This skin is stained with dust, this hair is stained with dust, these clothes are stained with dust... Little clay figurine, I!

Well, there are also my wise words, just recall-

"Wow!"

"Amazing!"

"I want to be that kind of witch too!"

I also covered my face in pain, successfully getting a little more dust on my face. I could already guess that she would think I was exposed and feel uncomfortable.

Wait a minute, the sugar I just consumed will allow my brain to function, so I can calm down my excitement and take out the item that can prove my identity——

Dangdang Dangdang!

Wand!

She gave it a confused look.

"Fire stick?"

"I kind of hate you."

"Sorry, it's a screwdriver, right?"

"It's a magic wand! A magic wand! I can do magic!"

Because I don't have enough magic power, I can't hit it with one magic cannon.

But she showed a tolerant expression.

"Well, I know that my uncle once had such a background. Please believe that I have no ill intentions."

"You! Don't! Know! Dao! Ah!"

And your master’s generation is really complicated.

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The farce ended with me reciting a certain grimoire to prove my identity.

"I'm sorry, I said I wanted to observe the details, but I was so arrogant and self-righteous. I'm really rude, Miss Irena."

"Even so, I won't forgive you."

"That--"

She took out three books, one was "Nicole's Adventures" which I was very familiar with, the second was called "Flan's Adventures", and the last one was called "One Thousand and One Nights" Collection of stories.

"These three books are all my favorites. My favorite is Fran's Story. You seem to have read Nicole. This is an early version. Maybe there are some surprising details. The last one is about some poets. A collection of stories told, fictional but interesting.”

That "Nicole's Adventures" is probably the second edition, but I have the first edition at home, and the other two are books I have never heard of. From just now until now, I feel the vastness of the world.

"this--"

I can't accept it.

"Just think of it as my apology gift. When we meet next time, Miss Irena will also recommend your favorite stories to me."

She thoughtfully packed the things into a bag and handed it to me.

Wait, is there something extra stuffed in?

"The rain has stopped, and you should have recovered some of your magic power. It seems like we have to say goodbye. We met in a hurry, put away our umbrellas, and then said goodbye to each other and walked on the forked road. This is also the romance of travelers in literature, but I feel that we will If we meet again, please give me a chance to apologize seriously next time."

"Please wait——"

"Don't worry, I am a traveler and I have to keep traveling."

I want to stay, not only to stubbornly prove my face, but also to continue chatting, talking about Nicole’s story, and continuing to talk about the countries she has been to. Who wants the final impression to be this kind of heart-wrenching one? A dumbfounding misunderstanding?

But I still didn't open my mouth.

The black traveler disappears into the dim street.

The rain stopped.

I'm starting to hate this shower again, why can't it last longer.

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Returned home somewhat dejected.

In "Nicole's Adventures", which I can almost memorize, except for two disciples, Nicole has almost never met any old friends. There are also stories like the child who was deceived by human traffickers in the first volume. That is to say, one issue at a time is a common thing for travelers.

After listening to her story, the fire in my heart that was originally growing more and more intense was temporarily dimmed because of this parting. The magical encounter and classic parting made my originally overflowing vitality slacken.

Wait, it seems I missed something.

I immediately opened my backpack and rummaged through it, and a photo of an old castle came into view.

——The king established Celestilia.

I know this is where I will definitely go when traveling in the future.

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later.

Because I brought back too many things and it was all messy, my mother was so shocked that she made the strange judgment that I had gone to work in anger.

She really should have introduced Xi Di to her, what a close thought.

After briefly describing my story, I was criticized.

"Mom, I didn't know that Irena would be such a child! If you are unsuspecting, you should at least tell your family about an invitation from a stranger, right?"

My mother was very angry, and I knew she hated this classic method of abduction.

In fact, even I felt that my behavior was a bit excessive, and I wanted to defend myself - that person was not that kind of person, but I endured it because my mother did not insult her out of thin air.