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"Ahh I don't see any problems with Professor Tren at all. Ingrid bandaged Fettnay's injured hand and asked about all this, feeling incredulous when she heard that the real culprit was the professor of alchemy.

"It's okay now. Fitney comforted her.

"It's surprising that a student of alchemy can understand potions, are you suspicious of him because of this?" Ingrid's studious spirit exceeded Phytenay's expectations, and she seemed eager to talk to Fitney for three days and three nights.

"It's not something to be surprised about. Fitney looked a little dazed.

The time he met Gruette in the library, he might have been looking up something about it - his understanding of potions was still limited, otherwise he wouldn't have focused all his energy on Kaloda, who had the most traces of use.

It suddenly occurred to her that day, when she went to Leyta's laboratory to pick up the books, that Gruette might have been there—the removed cabinet had made her suspicious.

Gurrett put a lot of effort into perfecting all of this, however......

"That's right. Fitney suddenly remembered something, interrupted Ingrid's emotion, saw the puzzled expression on her face, and continued, "Help me get Wendy and them to find a man named Jerbot." He should have been locked up in a tavern in Lezelt. ”

Ingrid was even more surprised: "Is it the one I met this morning, what happened to him?"

"That's not Jelbor himself, he's supposed to be Morton's pretense. Fitney said.

Morton, who had pretended to be Jerepott, still had to look like an aristocratic person, and it was easy to see the problem - Fitney thought he was doing it on purpose.

Morton had had his assassins gathered in Lezelt a month earlier, and Fitney had personally gone to Lezelt to establish the matter on the day he sent Ed to the Starlight Court.

So far, Morton's plan has failed completely.

"Lornay!" Hearing the voice, Fitney turned around and saw Wendy hurrying towards her—one of the administrators of the Nature Society, who was busy keeping track of the casualties and bringing Helis back to the infirmary, and more importantly keeping an eye on her wounded and respectable lover—and was surprised that she could come to her.

"What happened?" asked Fitney.

"Chris is gone—can you go to the dorm and see if she's gone? Wendy looked apologetic.

In normal times, no one would care where Chris is—but today's disaster seems to have changed the numb and stiff relationship between the Starlight students.

"Okay. Fitney nodded.

"Thank you so much, my friend...... I'm too busy now. May God bless you. Wendy breathed a sigh of relief and said heartily.

"What are you talking about?" Fitney was stunned.

Wendy suddenly realized that she might have said the wrong thing, and hurriedly made up for it, with a tiredness in her expression: "I'm sorry...... Occasionally, it happens - I don't know what's going on. ”

Fitney was silent for a moment and said, "Maybe it's too hard, please remember to rest." ”

Wendy nodded in agreement and went back to her business.

Fitney said goodbye to Ingrid and walked towards Chris's dormitory, and many people walked towards the dormitory building along the way, their faces showing a sense of tiredness and happiness for the rest of their lives.

The dormitories are scattered around the edges, each of which is a white stone building, with the usual flower vines crawling on their surface, making it not too unapproachable.

When did Chris leave?Fitney thought of her talking to herself about the past, just before the prayer began.

Then she went to look for Gurret, and the girl was no longer in her memory.

Following the message from memory, finding Chris's dormitory, Fitney looked at the door in the corner, ready to reach out.

Boom!

The girl's hand retracted from the muffled sound coming from inside, and Fitney's eyes narrowed.

Her hearing was good, even through a door, even if the sound was suppressed as best she could—the wheezing sound from the room still reached Feenay's ears.

Fitney had heard something similar.

It was the result of an onset of some kind of illness - indescribable pain, a mixture of despair and tenacity.

Fitney stood quietly outside the door, looking unpredictable.

She waited quietly until the wheezing faded away, and then she knocked on the door.

The voices inside stopped abruptly.

"Yes...... Who is it?" even if the volume was raised as much as possible, it was the impression of Chris's voice, but the difference was that it was full of tiredness.

"Fitney Frayton. Fitney said.

There was silence there, and the silence lasted for some time, and Fitney did not rush her, waiting, which seemed to her a virtue.

After some time, the door was opened.

"What's the matter, Lornay?" Chris opened the door, her usual smile as she used to smile, but she couldn't hide the whiteness of her face, the corners of her mouth twitching slightly at the same time, and she held the doorknob more like she wanted to find something to lean on.

"Wendy said she didn't find you, some worried, let me take a look. Fitney said that she did not seem to notice anything unusual about her friend, and talked to her as usual.

"Thank you, I feel like I'll come back if there's nothing to do. Chris seemed relieved and reluctantly squeezed out a smile.

Fitnair watched her quietly, and Chris kept smiling—she saw sweat sliding down the girl's snow-white cheeks.

"Rest well. Chris felt like she was about to lose it when she heard Fitney's voice.

"Okay, thank you, Lornais. Chris said heartily, and then she closed the door—and before she could leave, she heard another fall.

What is Chris hiding? What kind of illness is that?

The secret of the cat-like girl—Fitney knows that her secret is no less than Eddard's.

Everyone hides a secret that they don't want to tell anyone, do they?

Fitney's eyes changed, and he left, his steps steady.

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For a week, the students of the Nature Society had cleaned up the "battlefield" and given a satisfactory explanation - the attack from the nobles, Alva's contribution to exposing all these plots and defeating Gurrett had been credited to Fitney - and no one doubted, perhaps out of guilt and gratitude.

When Freyson and the other magicians returned to Starlight, they realized the seriousness of the matter and held a meeting to determine what to do next.

People praise the brave man who has contributed, but the hero of that day's speech is nowhere to be found—he suddenly appears and disappears. Despite his uncertain whereabouts, no one has forgotten the spirit he brought with him, causing the stagnant starlight to infuse something precious.

As for one of the last remaining accomplices, Hubert.

He was punished and kept in a certain prison, and no one knew when he would be released.