Fettnay and Ingrid walked towards the infirmary—this was the first time Fettnay had been to the infirmary. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

But that's not something to be lamented about.

"Why is there a Carloda on campus?" Fitney stepped forward briskly and asked.

“…… No one knows - but the people of the White Mansion have already gone to investigate, and the results will be available soon. Ingrid frowned and hesitated for a moment before speaking.

In fact, this question has nothing to do with whether the White House is coming or not - there is no need for the White House to confirm it.

Kaloda can't grow outdoors, they can only be deliberately and premeditated—to put it another way, like a bomb on a campus.

"Who first found out about this?" Ingrid's refusal to say this does not prove that she has anything to do with it, but rather that she has nothing to do with it—Starlight's students, as always, are very secretive about sensitive matters, and they tend not to say them directly, although there are some exceptions—and Fitna does not intend to dwell on this fruitless matter.

So she changed the question.

"That's what I found...... My friend and I got out of class early -- we were passing by and we heard an explosion. "There were other people there, and they helped call the magician in the infirmary. ”

In Starlight, the mage professors pay little attention to their students, but there is one thing that is absolutely forbidden, and the only thing they will stop - disturbing them (mages).

This is also the reason why the appearance of the starlight surging in the dark tide is so calm.

That's why the explosion attracted so many people, even if it sounds incomprehensible.

There were more problems with this school than Fitney had in mind.

In her past as a nobleman, she knew almost nothing about magicians - not just because she was young - but that there seemed to be another system for the use of magic among nobles that she had not had time to understand.

The aristocracy's systematic operation in this regard made the society more stable in the case of magic, while the world was completely filled with magic and was full of instability.

"Is she okay?" Fitney has confirmed that Ingrid doesn't know anything more.

"It's not clear ......," Ingrid hesitated for a moment.

Fitney stopped talking.

Soon they were in the infirmary, a special "hall" that was actually deserted, a hall surrounded by small rooms.

"Is that your explanation?" No one would come to the infirmary at this time, and if you heard a voice coming out, you could guess where Helis was, but the sound made Fitney stunned - Hubert.

It sounds like he's still arguing with people.

"Mr. Hubert, I ask you to calm down. This flower of Kaloda is very difficult to preserve, even if you use a sealed jar! The person who was arguing with him had a tough tone, but her voice was very sweet, even if she tried to speak in a serious tone at this time.

Then Fitney saw the girl come out—dressed in a white ...... The princess dress, Fettnay could only describe it - she couldn't help but think of the Lucy Midrus of the Kingdom of Luther whom she had not yet seen.

"Ingrid? Did you bring Fitney here? The girl raised her head, and she walked some way before she found Ingrid—and walked toward her.

Like a doll, with golden eyes and almost transparent skin.

"Hmm." Ingrid nodded.

As the girl approached, Fitney could smell the perfume on her body - and she looked up slightly, she was already in contact with the girl.

"I'm Rosa, remember my name, Rosa Razor." Rosa's gaze was full of momentum.

Fitney remembered the name.

The agent of the Mystery Society at this time, Rosa Razor.

Rosa's momentum made Fitney a little dazed, and she wanted to speak out of politeness.

This momentum didn't feel uncomfortable, it just felt dazed.

"Ed Ansendier belongs to me, please quit early." However, Fitney's words were blocked by her next sentence.

Until she strode out the door with her head held high, Fitney couldn't react.

"Fitney? You okay? It wasn't until Ingrid said to her—and Fitney turned his head a little stiffly and looked at her—that Ingrid "confirmed" something, saying, "It is rumored that she is a true nobleman, and therefore has always had a bad relationship with Hubert...... But how could a real aristocrat be here? You don't have to worry about anything...... Well...... Although you look ......"

Fitney frowned: "Do you have this rumor?" What is my relationship with Ed Ansendier? ”

Ingrid gave a "Isn't that so" expression.

"If you have that in mind, why don't you read two more books?" Fitney asked rhetorically.

Fitnair didn't speak again, didn't walk towards the room, and stood outside.

Ingrid probably understood why she did this—they could see Hubert in the room, looking at Helis with his head hung and seemed to be in deep thought.

Helis was in a bad state indeed—her face was as pale as a plaster statue, her head was partially bandaged, and her body was covered from being sure what was going on.

In the simple, even austere, ward, the image of the boy with his eyes closed did not have time to put on his coat - he seemed to have run out in a hurry, wearing only a thin shirt, standing beside the bedside of a girl with a terrible pale face, the smell of paleness in the air, as if time had stood still, and that kind of image made people feel very heavy.

Hubert stepped forward, very close to Helice's bedside, and then he crouched down slightly and kissed the back of Helice's exposed hand.

"What did you do? Fitney Frayton? Fitney was reluctant to disturb them, but Hubert, who had returned to his position, turned around—if his eyesight was normal, then he should have used the adjective "eyes like knives."

The magic was stirred wildly, and it was thrown towards Fitney - with a muffled thud, the girl was slammed against the wall, and Fitney squinted, and could feel the magic form a hand, like the puppet of Chris's that Cele had made earlier, and choke her neck.

"Hubert! What are you doing?! Stop it! Ingrid was stunned for a moment, then shouted.

The principle of using mana, if the talents are similar, then the magic that has already been used cannot be shaken by another person - Fitney could guess Hubert's anger, because all the mana in this range had been drained by him.

So Ingrid could only warn him.