Candy Wizard and Travel

"What do you think of that person?"

"what?"

"No, it's okay."

I just left.

"Hum hum."

Someone's laughter echoed in my mind.

"What's wrong?"

I asked again.

said the voice in my head.

"It's okay. You can come and have a look next time you pass by. I think it will be fun. This is the fun of the elderly."

"Yes, I will."

At that time, I was worrying about Eastern texts. After I left the country, I sat on a broom and read through a collection of poems. When I was freeing one hand to straighten my bangs, the breeze blew the pages to places I hadn't seen yet.

"When I come to complain about doves, I have no time to eat mulberries! When I come to complain about women, I have no time to spend time with scholars!"

so complicated.

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I saw her again, in this ruins.

I met an interesting gray-haired traveler a few days ago, but unfortunately she rejected my offer to travel together - in fact, it was just a talk, I wanted to enjoy the beauty of revenge again, alone.

What a wonderful condiment, everything around me makes me feel happy, the snowy streets, the dragon corpses covered with ruins, the stench in the basement that cannot be suppressed even by the cold...

I still live here, obsessed with making food, flipping through magic books that I can’t read a word of, and thinking hard about the owner of the beautiful handwriting I saw by chance.

I didn't remember until I saw her again.

It was only less than two years ago, but it felt as far away as half a lifetime. At that time, the sun was bright and warm, but now there is only the biting cold and the burning heat of the fireplace.

Like a wildfire of revenge in my heart.

The past that I didn't want to recall came to mind. I recalled the days when she taught me and the Bright Moon Medal on her chest.

That’s it, association?

Walking out of the palace, I looked down at her at the foot of the steps.

"Mira Rosei, I got some information from your father. Do you have any explanation for everything here?"

So cold, the expression on his face was like the falling snowflakes around him, not even a trace of dreamlike warmth remained, so cold and so powerful.

——Perhaps at some moment in the past, I thought about becoming her, but just like the spark went out in an instant, I failed to seize the opportunity, and it was no longer possible.

I don't have anything to say, and I don't want to spend the rest of my life in the Magic Union's prison without ever seeing the light of day.

Because of my hatred, I lost my magic power and memory. The monster formed by the intertwining of the two returned many times the magic power after devouring the entire country.

I am very strong, ten times and a hundred times stronger than before!Hatred makes me no longer bound to strength.

There was no need to continue talking, so I silently summoned the broom.

When the witch taught me, she never concealed her abilities. I knew very well that I had no chance of winning at close range.

Use the magic that killed my father to end her and let go of the past.

"Clarice."

It seems to be someone's name.

A huge translucent scythe emerged behind her.

She removed the bandage, revealing a golden eye.

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"Ugh."

When I walked into this country, I seemed to be able to hear the sigh of disillusionment.

Because the time for crying and screaming has passed, everything in the past has settled and settled, turning into this thick and suffocating regret.

The smell of burning buildings lingered in the air, and the wind and snow for many days had not been able to dissipate it. I was not in a hurry to find the culprit, but used magic to search every corner, trying to find any survivors - or bodies.

No trace at all.

Finally, I smelled a strange smell, like sulfuric acid mixed with rotting flesh and blood.

It's a dragon.

After seeing the darkened blood marks after drying, I got a positive judgment.

One can't help but think so.

Dragons invaded the country and devoured all its citizens.

But the association has received no reports of dragon sightings, and I have never seen a man-eating dragon.

They should prefer roasted whole livestock. The taste of raw meat is good. They will also dislike living animals whose internal organs have not been cleaned. A few of them taste the same as ordinary people after becoming humans.

It has been one day since I received the report. Counting the previous time, it has been seven days. No matter how strong the magical aura is, it should have disappeared.

In the end, I found nothing. The most suspicious place in my field of vision was the intact palace. Before going there, with the idea of ​​giving it a try, I used the magic of restraining souls and summoning the dead.

Unexpectedly, the mist emerged from the bloodstains of the dragons and pieced together a familiar figure - the king of this country.

From the fragments of information he etched in my soul, I understood everything.

The country's destruction, the chef's unnaturalness, and Mira Rose's unasked questions.

After finding her, she silently flew high into the sky. In the bright red light, the magic that harvested people's lives fell like grass, ice spears, thunder, flames... Now she can be ranked among the top ten magicians I have seen.

But that's about it.

I made the decision to execute him on the spot.

Magical criminals are all extremely vicious, and they only shout out once before being arrested.

Three minutes later, the sickle cut off her head, and dark red liquid flowed out and spread on the blood, bright and bright.

In my vision, her soul gradually dissipated.

"Is this strength already up to standard?"

Clarice's voice was very clear because I was using her power. If someone who could see the soul passed by, he would probably be able to see the female shadow holding me.

"Yeah, but it doesn't work."

I shook my head.

"I feel like I'll become stupid if I stay with her for a long time."

"Everyone is immature sometimes, but unfortunately she didn't learn to become mature and made the worst decision. Look, she still has that expression now. Is she recalling the past?"

"I don't know, and I don't want to know."

The flames burned the remains of the princess, and I put the head and the recording crystal that had been open into the box as proof of completing the task.

The destruction of a country is only due to the destruction of a certain love. Does love have the magic power to charm human beings like monsters?

I have no way of judging, perhaps because my experience is not rich enough to understand such fiery emotions that seem to burn a person to death.

But what is certain is that no firewood can burn forever.

I remembered a certain passage again.

——Love never ends.

Looking back on the days when I got along with Teacher Fran, it seemed that there was never such a time when I lost my mind. Maybe it was because they were special.

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Gap: The days of exchanging letters

It has been a month and a half since I came to Roberta, which means that it has been half a month since I met another disciple. After this period of thinking and pondering, I finally decided to test the master's side of the story.

——It’s definitely not because I was indulging in enjoyment and forgot about it.

In the same country, you usually only need to affix a stamp to send a letter. If you buy a copper coin per stack, it usually takes one to two days. If you buy a copper coin per stamp, you can send it in the morning, and you can go back and forth twice a day. .

And I chose to pay on delivery because if I did, the staff would deliver it to the door. Otherwise, given Master’s character, I might not get a reply for half a month.

Smelling the smell of dessert coming from the living room, while the eldest disciple was helping to teach Irena, I picked up my pen and started writing a letter.

"Dear Master, accept it"

Master, I have settled in a forest not far from Roberta. Because it is too troublesome to go out (the drawing is unclear) - the teaching task is very heavy and it is not convenient to visit, so I have discussed the relevant matters in the letter.

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"Dear disciple, accept it"

I already understand the situation. Irena was not very happy when she came back at the beginning of the month. After all, you didn’t teach anything, right?

"Dear Master, accept it"

I already understand the issue about personality. Please rest assured that I have left a deep impression on her. You only need to chat with Irena and it will become clear. In addition, formal teaching has begun. Please believe in my level as a professional teacher.

"Maybe he's a lover of his apprentice."

Professional...what do you mean?Are you mocking my teaching level?And the postage is always paid, I'm going to be angry.

"Dear Master, accept it"

Sorry, I was joking. Master, you are a very good witch. Little Irena is very good. It is very worry-free to teach her. She is making progress even without me.

There's another thing I don't know if I should tell you.

"Dear disciple, accept it"

Well, you only inherited part of my talent.

What else can you say about your relationship with me? Fran, when did you become so coy?

"Dear Master, accept it"

As for that, I still had a disciple before I came here.

"Dear disciple, accept it"

Well, as you said before, didn't you bring it with you?Are you not doing this well, or is the child busy with something?

"Dear Master, accept it"

The reason why I didn't bring him here is that he had already left the army two years ago.

"Take the guy who was your beloved disciple"

You have been expelled from the division.

Not able to send a letter in two years?No, the last time you sent a letter was damn (scrawl) - five or six years ago!

"Dear Master, accept it"

I'm sorry, Master, I was wrong. He happened to be traveling around during this period. I specifically asked him to come here. I'm going to have a meal with him at the end of this month?

"Accept those who are barely considered disciples."

That’s pretty much it, except that you almost missed the word and wrote “her” instead of “he”.

Let’s make an appointment this Sunday. I will tell Irena in person and say thank you for your teaching, bah.

You pay for the meal.

"Dear Master, accept it"

That's right. We'll talk about this later. Anyway, that, actually, this isn't the point... What I'm going to say next, Master, please don't be angry.

"Disciple accepts"

Give me the wasted postage when the time comes, and you quickly find a homing pigeon or something to be your familiar.

Speak quickly.

"Dear Master, accept it"