Candy Wizard and Travel

My mother quickly regained her composure, touched my face distressedly, and urged me to wash up quickly.

"I'm sorry, mom is a little angry. I believe that person must be a good person, but Irena, you can't relax because of this. In the traveler life you long for in the future, you will have to pay a price for trusting others casually."

"Yeah, I know mom."

My mother is really a gentle, generous and wise mother. Maybe I am overthinking it, but I feel that these words are also very traveler-like.

Well, were you infected by Ms. Hidi?

Speaking of which, my father, who has always favored me, isn't he helping to attract attention at this time?The other person was twisting a piece of preserved fruit just now. Where is he now?

My mother and I thought of this almost at the same time. When we turned around, we saw my father eating what I brought back.

——"What are you doing!"

"Test the poison."

Almost finished eating!

Mom smiled and pulled Dad away.

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During dinner, Dad, whose face was a little swollen, made a comment.

"Those foods are full of seriousness, and the people who can make them are definitely not bad people."

How did you eat it?

Mom smiled and handed the bread over.

"Please be quiet, dear."

"Yes."

Dad, as always, chose the silence he didn't want to choose.

"Then, Irena, let me tell you the story of this afternoon."

"Um!"

I shared the wonderful harvest of the afternoon with my mother, found those magical photos, and marveled at those magnificent scenery again.

"Didn't she mention the witch's name?"

Mom suddenly asked this question.

"Yeah...it seems like it wasn't really mentioned."

"Then she is probably a humble person. Young witches always like to have the witch name on their lips."

"Oh yes, she seems to be from a country called Royal Celestilia. She sounds so serious."

At this time, I heard a questioning sound from my mother's mouth, "Hoar?"

"And then there are books."

I held up the book "Fran's Adventures" that I was going to read first, but I noticed that my mother's expression became very strange.

"Irena."

"Um?"

"Can you let mom read that book?"

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It’s been two days since I left my last country and I’m still hesitant to mark it.

The rumored bakery is also a black-hearted workshop, which is really regrettable. True and false news always troubles travelers.

However, thinking about that girl made me feel much better.

Gray hair and blue eyes, perhaps because of that familiarity, I wasted half an afternoon in a country with no characteristics.

Closing the note, I drew a circle on the map.

If you have time, come back and take a look.

……

Gap: Two children

The first time I met that person...no, that child, was in the summer when I was six years old.

It was a suffocating noon with the chirping of cicadas and the warm breeze.

With such a cheap name as "Prodigy" in Clock Town, I can no longer learn more from my father and mother, or in other words, there is no more suitable part for me.

There are always some differences between the world of children and adults.

Even ordinary magicians can't keep up with my thoughts, and the level of witch is too far. The distance in between will undoubtedly be a waste of several years.

Everyone thinks that’s what it should be. It’s already amazing for a six-year-old child to reach this point. To go one step further and become a witch apprentice, a witch...

"Let's become famous again in ten years."

——That’s normal.

Rostrov's witch said this and closed the window.

On the glass, the shining summer sunshine passed through my eyes, leaving a long and narrow streak of dark red, which was particularly unpleasant.

At that time, I had the idea of ​​"so narrow-minded".

This is true whether it is Clock Township or those witches.

I heard rumors, rumors of a child that the witches hated so much that they didn't even want to mention his name.

"...Then the child arrogantly said to the witch, you are such a good mother-in-law with this magic. He tried his best to use his cleverness to break the magic that the witch cast with the force of snapping his fingers, and he was very proud of himself.

This arrogant performance made the witch understand that the child with only a little cleverness would not get far, so she said goodbye..."

"Ah, so annoying."

I heard someone telling such a story, but the protagonist of the story was the witch I just visited - that stubborn old woman who thought I was too young to understand magic.

The slight curiosity and the feeling of emptiness caused by the failure of my expectations and the cancellation of my whole day plan made me make the decision to go up and ask.

Turns out they didn't know anything either.

This kind of nonsense about something I know nothing about makes me sick.

Feeling of emptiness.

So boring, so boring, so boring...

It was so boring that my whole heart was filled with the word boring.

It happened that I told my parents this morning, "I will definitely find a witch as my teacher." As a child, my pride and stubbornness made me not want to go back home in despair and wander around the streets aimlessly. , every scenery bores me.

So hot, so tired, so thirsty, so hungry.

Like an hallucination, my nose caught a burst of sweet scent: cloyingly sweet chocolate, berry sweetness and mellow milk, which is a cloying scent in summer.

When I came back to my senses, the child appeared in front of me. He had pale skin, dark red eyes, and ice-crystal white hair. He was holding a glass of semi-solid drink and tilted his head to look at me:

"Who are you?"

Sorry, I need to correct you. It was me who appeared in front of him. I seemed to be too hungry and broke into his yard.

I felt the same kind of breath, and some kind of child-specific intuition made me judge that he must be the person I was looking for.

"My name is Estelle, and I want to become a great witch."

"..."

He lowered his head and continued to read the generous magic book.

Really annoying.

"My name is Hidi."

"You look really unpleasant."

"..."

"I'm better than you!"

As a child, I couldn't "defeat" a silent opponent, so I said such childish words.

"So, in order to prove your strength, you came to my house to scare me with your stomach growling and your lips dry to the point of bleeding?"

"you you……"

Great, now he is ranked No. 2 on my "most hated people list" after that witch.

He looked sick and took a spoonful of the viscous liquid into his mouth. If I hadn't smelled the sweet smell, I might have thought it was some kind of herbal medicine.

"wait a minutes."

He suddenly said something polite, jumped down from the chair where his toes could not touch the ground, and walked into the room.

Soon, a cup of warm salt water and a stack of biscuits were placed in front of me.

"Here you go, Lavender."

what is that?nickname?How disrespectful!

What a shame.

——I was so angry after eating half the plate of biscuits.

Summer is long and short.

Before dinner, I talked with him about magic, and I discovered a strange thing: his magic is very powerful, but the basic theory is a mess.

I have to admit that when talking about magic, he is as reliable as a teacher.

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This afternoon lasted for several months.

If I were to sort out my childhood memories many years later, I would mark them with the smell of cocoa, cream and sugar.

There are always black tea, green tea, fruit tea, scented tea at the right temperature on hand... endless biscuits, cakes, and desserts that I can't remember, and the sunshine outside the window is always warm and bright.

I was like the miners wielding pickaxes in the story, constantly mining precious magical knowledge from his high mountain. I had no friends among my peers, so I regarded him as my only friend for a long time.

I ran to him after breakfast and lunch every day. My mother smiled and said that I was his unmarried daughter-in-law and that I was in so much trouble. When would I bring him back?

It was so disgusting to say such things to a child, I ran away.

Girls may always be interested in that kind of thing first.

I asked him one afternoon when I was bored.

"What do you think our child will be like?"

Well, I need to explain. Because of my strange shyness and nervousness, I originally wanted to ask, "How about I be your bride?" But my mind was overloaded and the question turned into this.

"Estelle."

He stopped calling me that inexplicable "lavender" some time ago.

"——I don't know, I've never thought about this problem."

"...Actually, so am I."

But I read a kind of indifference from his answer, a looming sense of distance that finally tore off the veil.

It is a kind of indifference without thinking or considering, like an arrow, it will not do anything before it hits the target. The only thing that can stop it is gold and stone, break it; hide it deepest and deepest The arrow pot was left to rot.

He is my only friend, I am his only friend, nothing else.

I see.

I started to observe him, and then I realized that all his actions seemed to be running somewhere, and he was so determined that he could not be shaken.

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My magic has become more and more refined. When I was sparring with him, the time it took for me to lose went from being unable to react to being able to count them in my head. I guess this is not because I have become stronger.

We have already exchanged all the basic theoretical knowledge. Only occasionally when a flash of inspiration occurs, he and I will have a heated discussion again.

The speechless afternoon seemed even longer.