Candy Wizard and Travel

On a rainy day, he fell asleep very rarely. I sat across from him and looked at his face in a daze.

"Tuk-tuk-tuk."

There was a slight, cautious knock on the door.

I opened the door and saw a girl with blue hair, a delicate face, and a look of shrinking and sadness in her eyebrows.

Sense of distance.

A clear, unabashed sense of distance.

I noticed that she had a pair of bright red eyes, which were very similar to the sleeping person behind her.

"Hello, I'm Estelle."

"Um...my name is Serena, and I'm here to see my brother."

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Two years later, I traveled to a distant country with photos of my best friend Serena.

The witch in this country is open-minded and friendly. My master is knowledgeable and serious in character, but I get along very well with her. Perhaps this verbal indifference is nothing compared to the mental indifference.

Master once asked me why I didn’t call me teacher, but I didn’t remember the answer at that time.

One afternoon, I woke up from my sleep and heard the sound of rain falling all over the world.

One afternoon, I jokingly called him teacher, but he closed his eyes and didn't answer.

The smell of cocoa, cream and sugar spread in the nose again, and the memories of the past surged like a tide, and the memories deep in the heart were stranded on the beach.

I suddenly really, really, really wanted to see him, and I really wanted to see the never-ending sun outside the window.

I rummaged through my thin luggage and threw aside my clothes, books and platycodon flowers, but I couldn't find them anywhere.

It has been three years since I cut off all of his face before departure and put all the past behind me.

"Crack-"

A book fell over and the contents inside fell in front of me.

It's a photo of four people.

"That's good...that's good..."

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Gap: a ghost story

——Although it is not very scary, it is still a ghost story. Here is a reminder——

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"...Then, A looked back and saw Miss B, who had fallen into the well, sitting on the bedside, showing a delicate, cold smile."

Fran herself was frightened by the story she told.

Without him, the atmosphere is just perfect.

The autumn wind whimpered outside the house, and the empty wooden house was dark. Half of the face of the young son sitting opposite was hidden in the darkness. The only light source was the flickering oil lamp placed on the table.

"It's my turn."

The person opposite moved the oil lamp to him, and his face in the firelight had an unhuman transparency.

“A group of children came to the cemetery to play, and the leader of the children will be called Boy A.

This cemetery has been there for a long time, with moss growing on the tombstones and overgrown weeds that have not been taken care of for a long time. The children started playing here. The weather was a bit gloomy, and they all wanted to play a little longer before it rained.

'ah! '

A girl suddenly shouted.

Her head hit the tombstone. Man A and his friends gathered around and found her forehead bleeding. She cried and said, "I'm back."

'Just keep playing. '

I don’t know who said that.

Man A and his friends quickly put the incident behind them and continued to laugh and play..."

The oil lamp swayed in the air of breathing, and Fran suddenly felt a little cold. She pulled her robe and moved closer, trying to get closer to the light, but she couldn't get any closer.

The story continues.

"'Just keep playing.'

I don’t know who said this.

One after another, children were injured due to various accidents, their fingers were broken, their ears were cut off, their eyes were stabbed... Finally, only Man A and his good friend were left.

The cemetery fell into silence, the sky was dark, and almost no faces could be seen.

'what! '

His good friend's knee was scratched, but he happily wiped it with his hand and raised his bloody hand.

'I'm hurt and I'm going back. '

The good friend said this and limped away with a smile.

Man A looked at his back in silence.

The sky was extremely dark and it was going to rain soon. It was time for him to go back because his friends had all left.

'Just keep playing. '

Someone said this with a smile behind him. "

Fran held her robe in her arms, as if she was shrinking into a ball.

"—Go on."

"Alas!"

Fran was startled, and the oil lamp was pushed in front of her. The bright light made her feel a little better.

The childish face fell into shadow again.

"Go on."

He urged.

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Gap:A Country Without People

"This is the traveling witch, Miss Cidi, and this is my daughter Mira Rosey."

Father introduced the magician in front of him like this.

She has beautiful white hair and is petite, as if she is still underage. Her right eye is bandaged, and her open eye is a jewel-like dark red.The Star Medal on the chest has very serious wear and tear marks, and it is hard to imagine what happened; there is also a Moon Medal, which represents the identity of the association.

Her posture and aura make people feel a sense of distance. I guess she is a traveler.

"Mira, this is a powerful witch who single-handedly defeated the monster [Sea of ​​Flowers]. She is very powerful and needs to communicate well with her."

After the father finished speaking, he looked at the witch with a smile.

"Then, my beloved daughter will receive you next. Magicians always have common topics, so I won't interrupt."

"Well, you're welcome, so please give me your advice in the next few days."

The man nodded, as if he wanted to stay here for a while, and expressed his gratitude politely.

I took her to the visitor's room to put down her luggage, and then went to the garden to bask in the sun and have afternoon tea, just like in the past.

In the past, I hated this kind of thing. It was boring and a waste of time. Such inefficient eating was completely meaningless. If I had this time, it would be better to read a few more pages of the magic book.

But recently I come here almost every day, because only at this time do I have a reason to call him to talk. These afternoons, the sun is not the only thing that warms me.

A guest came today.

I glanced at her quietly with a little dissatisfaction. I was very confident in magic at that time, so I asked many questions with a difficult attitude and asked for advice.

——All answered.

Her knowledge was so profound that I could only glimpse a glimpse of it. She had a sense of depth accumulated over time that was different from her appearance, and her conversation was not as wanton as that of other witches. Unknowingly, I was addicted to magic.

Until my maid came up.

"Your Highness, afternoon tea is ready."

One thing I forgot, if I didn't say otherwise, is that this guy comes over every tea time to this part of the garden where no one else is supposed to be.

My father will stay in the study to deal with things at this time, which has not changed in more than ten years. Occasionally, nobles will go there for audience. But here, the maid and everyone along the way have been cast a magic to tamper with their memories, turning a blind eye. .

But today is different!

Worryingly, I looked at the witch sitting in front of me, suppressed the uneasiness in my heart, and turned away the maid with a steady voice, hoping that her tampered wisdom could understand what I meant.

"The taste of this cake is very unique."

Opposite me, Xidi nodded appreciatively, looked at me and said.

"Can I meet the person who made it?"

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After the Helvey incident in Dusk, I temporarily lost my right eye and a third of my soul in order to accommodate someone's soul, but with my strength, I can still handle ordinary magical crimes and monsters - such as The sea of ​​flowers nearby.

But Irene, the nightingale witch I met by chance, reported my story, so now I have a long vacation.

In fact, it doesn’t matter whether it’s a vacation or not. I feel quite happy every day of the trip. People in the association find things extremely troublesome and complicated. You can often get answers easily by calling the souls of the dead. The speed of solving the problem depends on the distance of the journey. The association accumulates More than 10% of the commissions are solved by me.

I enjoy this process, just like Ms. Fran in the past.

Today I passed through a peaceful and peaceful country, no different from many other countries.

If there is anything special... probably the king of this country is the only one who is very good at using the power of magic.

It's not about "owning" but "being good at using" - he doesn't mind hiring magicians to handle various things, and pays them generously, making him famous in the neighborhood.

I heard that his daughter is also a witch.

Judging from my shallow life experience, if we maintain this trend, in ten years, this country will probably become a country like King Celestilia.

Because of the active Huahai incident, I was recognized when I arrived here and was received by the king.

When I came to the palace, I walked through the corridor with oil paintings of figures, entered the study and saw the figures on the oil paintings just now.

The king wearing the crown is a dignified but elegant middle-aged man. Because he heard that I am a powerful magician, he specifically asked me to communicate with his daughter for a period of time - or to teach her.

I agreed and planned to stay for a few days. After all, I had nothing to do.

During the conversation, the princess came.

Mira Rosey is a woman with static-like fluffy hair. Her pretty face, calm temperament and decent etiquette can inadvertently cause stress.

——In my opinion, she is a slightly cold little girl.

She didn't wear a witch's badge, probably because it was more useful as a princess.

Afterwards she invited me to the garden for afternoon tea and we chatted about magic.

With her knowledge, she can be called a genius at this age, and she is even ranked in the top twenty of all the witches I have ever seen.

The exchange with Mira Roset lasted until I tasted the cake.

"The taste of this cake is very unique. Can I meet the person who made it?"

After saying this, her expression became very strange, and even I, who was insensitive to emotions in this state, could see it.

"Was there any offense?"

"No, I also like the taste. It would be nice to meet it."

She waved to the maid, and after a while she brought a man dressed as a chef. He was so young that it made people question how he could have such skills. I talked with him about pastry making.

Perhaps in front of the princess of his country, or because of his identity as a witch, he seemed very nervous, and glanced at Mira Rose unconsciously throughout the process.

The conversation ended quickly. My conversation skills were not good enough to communicate with someone who was not willing to cooperate.

Three days later, I said goodbye to this country. Mira Rose took me to the gate of the palace. We walked side by side. She stopped and asked me a question.