That night, Fitney went downstairs to wash up as usual, and did not see anything that should not be seen, and when she returned to the room, she did not think much about it, lay on the bed and closed her eyes, and quickly fell asleep. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Silence pervades the room, and the thick ink color spreads from the doorway to the corner, so heavy that it is difficult to breathe, and you can even hear the sound of sand rolling on the ground. It's a very thick darkness, which means that there is often a lot of untold things lurking in it - this is the moment for "them".

The girl lying in bed did not hear it, or had become accustomed to it—she had pale cheeks, and her long white-blond hair was scattered, more like lying on a hospital bed because of her thinness—and sometimes it felt like she would break at the touch of it.

Boom!

The crisp sound came from the metal blocks that had fallen on the wooden floor of the room, and Fitney suddenly opened her eyes, like an alarmed cat, her body tense, clutching her long sword.

"Who is it?" Fitney narrowed his eyes and said softly.

Of course, no one answered.

Fitney remained silent, holding his breath and squinting his eyes, catching the other party's information in order to meet the attack.

Finally, she heard footsteps, but she ......

Farther and farther away - escaped?

Fitnair didn't understand, but quickly jumped out of bed and chased after her—she knew the road so well that she didn't even need to see it to run.

Da Da ...... Da ...... Da Da Da ......

Because the sound of running barefoot is almost negligible, she can continue to capture the voice of the other party, which shows the other person's stumbling footsteps.

Seems to be flustered?

Fitney chased after him while guessing, however, the voice suddenly disappeared.

Very suddenly, as if suddenly falling into the void and being annihilated, Fitnair lost her purpose and stopped, at this time she was already standing in another corridor of the school building, and further on, there was the bathroom, and the place where she had seen the corpse before.

Should we move forward? Fitney's answer was to raise her legs and walk slowly, and she was like a cat with a quiet and graceful walk than she had just chased.

Walking towards the place where the body had last been seen, the lights that didn't work made people feel dizzy, and with a sword in hand, Fitnair walked towards it step by step.

Nothingness can cause bad emotions.

Why does the sound stop here abruptly, unintentionally, or deliberately? Perhaps, the other party is not running away, but is just luring himself over?

Fitnair stopped suddenly, and the terrifying thought flooded her mind—she would not doubt what she saw, nor the dead man she saw. So, why did the one who died die here...... Disputes? But she didn't hear any sound in the bathroom, so did she die silently?

Silent, as it is now......

When!

Fitney turned sharply, and with a swing of his sword, the sound of metal colliding rippled in the air.

"Miss Freton, don't get too excited." The indifferent voice comes from Ed? Ansendil, who stood behind Fettnay at some unknown time, drew attention to the glove on his right hand, which was inlaid with bronze, which was twisted into intricate patterns that stretched to his slender fingers, and it was the bronze cut into the glove that made that sound.

Fitnay's sword movement stiffened in place, draped in a nightgown, and she looked thin and weak compared to the other party's strict and formal dress, but her eyes were much more determined than the other party's somewhat casual gaze.

"What are you doing here at this time?" Fitney never thought that the person who appeared was Ed and could be taken lightly, but felt that it was more important to pay attention to.

Of course, she didn't suspect that it was Ed who attacked her—with Eddard's abilities, she had the confidence that this genius magician could kill her with a single blow, even if she was prepared.

The truth is always frustrating.

"Take a walk." Ed's reply was insincere, "Your sword is very unfriendly." ”

Fitney was silent for a moment, and slowly put the sword down - Ed's eyes didn't seem to change, even with a smile, but the blue eyes that belonged to the depth of the ocean were getting deeper and deeper, which meant that if he used his sword to confront the other party again, it might end a little badly.

There is no need to turn against him at this time.

"Have fun." Fitnair gave up communicating with him, and likewise had no intention of staying here any longer—he turned to go back to his room.

"I heard you're working for Professor Letta?" Ed said.

Fitnair didn't speak, as if he hadn't heard, and continued on his way.

"Then it looks like we can have breakfast together tomorrow morning, see you tomorrow morning." Ed chuckled softly—there seemed to be a sarcasm of Fertenay's helplessness.

Fitney didn't express any opinion, but his hands were clenched into fists.

The next day, I saw Ed.

When Fitney opened his eyes, he was sitting on the bench in Fitney's room, stretching his legs, flipping through a book in his hand, looking very pleasant.

"Good morning, Miss Wizdem." Seeing Fitney sitting on the bed with sleepy eyes, Ed greeted her with a smile.

"Mr. Ansendier, you said that your family is not as good as the education of the Wyzdem family, could it be that this lack of education is etiquette?" Fitney seems confused, but his output is very sharp sarcasm.

"Isn't etiquette a matter between nobles, I remember you were a commoner?" Ed said unhurriedly.

"Nobles shouldn't be with commoners." Ignoring his confused notions, Fitnet lifted the quilt and walked in front of him in a few steps.

Smack!

Fitnair tugged at Ed's collar - he was indeed weak, even Fitnair could easily close the distance between the two, and the book in his hand fell to the ground, his tone was more serious than ever, unconsciously revealing a pressure from his superiors: "Don't come to me for fun-don't push me up, I'm not afraid of anything, understand?" ”

"Okay." Unexpectedly, Ed seemed to agree with her.

"Then get out now." Fitney let go of his hand and turned his head to point to the door.

Ed got out of his chair and walked towards the door, not looking like he had been kicked out, and quickly disappeared into the room.

Fitney breathed a sigh of relief, changed his clothes, and tried to calm down before opening the door, and when he walked downstairs, he saw that Ed and Hilley seemed to be talking.

She had no interest in either of them, and though the reasons were different, she was ready to walk past them and go downstairs.

Click.

As he walked down, he suddenly saw a puppet - a doll with a simple shape, holding a few books in its hands, and slowly and clumsily climbing upward

"That's Hire's specialty." Christie followed the doll, a book in her hand, and greeted Fitney, as if to see her doubts, "She's always done well." ”

She's clearly talking about dolls. Nodding, Fitnair thanked Christie for the introduction, though the somewhat ordinary magician was comfortable to speak.

"Magicians have their own specialty, and I envy you for finding your own specialty - what is your specialty? Can I know? Fitney relaxed and asked Christie.

"It's not an important thing." Christie smiled.

The conversation between the two ends quickly, and Fitney has to go to Lightta.

Ed did not reappear until the afternoon when Fitney saw him in Liteta's lab.

"Oh, you know." Letta continued her research, and when she saw Ed and Fitney talking, she said, seemingly surprised.

"Is the professor surprised?" Ed asked the question.

"Heh, you're going to ask me that...... If the two of them stay together, it will make people think that they have other plans. "Letta is nonchalant.

Fitney was silent and opened a book.