"This is a hidden room in the flower room, no one else will come here - you have a good rest, I have something to do, go first. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info Fitney thought for a moment, then stood up - she still had something to do.

It is worth mentioning that this was originally the place where the flower house was used to grow calendulas, but since what happened before the Golden Lantern Festival last year, Letta agreed that Phytenay would change the planting plot to the White Tower in Tren - so it was left unused.

It's true that Fitney can't use spells, but her summoners can- and Fitney, these summoners are made of magic, so even Jane Gray, who had nothing to do with magic in the background, is far more capable of manipulating magic than anyone else in this world.

Follett was a little surprised—Fitney wanted to know too little from him.

"The ......" surprise made him speak, and Fitnair heard his voice and turned his head slightly—her eyes were filled with a simple inquiry.

This left Follett speechless.

It's weird, isn't it? She had to take a certain risk to save herself, and what she learned from Follett was of no equal value, and even the secret she confided in Follett deserved to be kept.

In particular, Fitney was once a member of the Wizdem family.

"I didn't ...... No. Follett hesitated, but didn't ask.

Fitney glanced at him, as if he didn't understand what he meant, and slowly left the place until the door under the fountain was getting farther and farther away from him - in fact, Fitney was indeed a person whose interests were paramount, and knew that saving Follett would not bring much benefit to her.

Why, exactly?

Fitney didn't have a clear answer in his heart, perhaps just because Follett's peculiar personality was already too rare among the aristocracy.

"You turned out to be a kind person. Xiao Ke was fiddling with a pot of flowers, and when he saw Fitney come out, he chuckled lightly - the smile on that very masculine face was peculiar to the sea people, mixed with an excess of sunlight, which made one feel too strong heat, and the first time he saw such a smile, Fitney was a little difficult to get used to.

"Ah, yes. Fitney replied, and took the pot of flowers he was fiddling with in his arms—just an ordinary pot of dropweed. "Where are you going?" said Nick was a little displeased when he saw his "toy" taken away.

"Give this pot of flowers back to Wendy. Fitney said.

Occasionally, Wendy would send her neglected plants to the flower room, which not everyone could do - it was entirely out of Fettnay's friendship with Wendy.

"Why does it have to be this time?" said Nick curiously.

"Watch here, if some threatening people come in, you can deal with it according to your judgment. Fitney didn't answer his question, and walked straight out with the flower pot in his hands, "I trust your judgment. ”

Fitney arrives at Wendy's dormitory - there is no one on the way, and her dormitory is in the corner of this floor.

Fitney stood in the hallway and looked into Wendy's room, feeling that there was something strange and familiar about her in the shadow-shrouded room.

Walking to the dorm door, she knocked softly.

The door soon opened, but it wasn't Wendy—Alva showed up at the door—and Fertenay remembered that Alva had returned to school during this time, and when he thought he had disturbed the long-lost couple, he found that Alva didn't look very good.

Alva's handsome face was still a little dusty—he seemed to have come to Wendy without resting after returning, but his expression was not the same as when he saw his long-missed lover, but rather a little tired.

"Long time no see, President Alva. Fitney greeted him.

Alva smiled at her, his movements a little sluggish, the smile made the weakness on his face even more obvious, and he didn't even speak to Fitney before opening the door and leaving Wendy's dorm room.

"Lornay?" Wendy's voice came.

Hearing Wendy's voice, Fitney's original intention to see what clues would be in Alva's movements was dismissed, and she could only respond to Wendy's voice and then walked into the room.

To Fitney's surprise, there was some chaos in Wendy's room.

The bookcases, closets, tables, and even a few teacups on the table in the room had been "cut" open - the marks were made with a single knife, which was very difficult to do, and she would not have noticed it if it had not been cut open and the other part fell to the ground.

Wendy was sitting on the cold floor at a table.

Her hair was scattered, and her face was strangely pale—not like the paleness of fear or astonishment, and Fitney thought for a long time that he could not find the words to describe it.

"Are you alright?" Fitney thought for a moment, placing the pot by the door, and walked over to Wendy.

Wendy looked up at this, and there was no light in the room at this time—Fitney could only vaguely see the tears on her face.

"How am I? I don't know -- I'm doing something wrong again. Wendy's tone was a little tired, "Alva isn't here, I want to keep things in order, but I don't know why I did it subconsciously - I had promised him not to use that ability again...... No wonder he's angry. ”

It didn't take long for Fitney to understand what that ability meant.

The poor furniture in the room was probably the product of her abilities as well.

"Is it uncontrollable? Very destructive. Fitney confessed.

"That's a strange ability, born with it - I was an orphan, rescued by an adventurer, and came to Starlight because I knew Alva, and it may be hard for you to imagine how serious and rigid I was at the Festival of Mylorense, but I'll be honest with you, I used to be like that. Wendy hugged her knees and rested her chin on her own, "I knew Alva didn't like me the way I looked - so I tried hard to change it for him, but I was just on the spur of the moment and I ...... again"

"Maybe he should accept you any kind of you. Fitney was silent for a moment.

"No, he has a lot of things but me, he has a lot of responsibilities, a lot of goals, and without him, I have nothing, you know. Wendy slowly buried her face in her knees.

Fitney didn't know what to say, but turned his head to see the marks on the furniture—so smooth that almost no one could do it so well.