Dead.

Deathly silence.

In Charlotte's study, the three people sitting in front of the study with different expressions, except for looking at each other's expressions, all pursed their mouths and said nothing.

The three of them, or rather, Lena de Salion and Charlotte, quickly passed through the four stages of surprise, shock, disbelief, and enlightenment in just five minutes after listening to Isaac's narration.

It's not a staircase down, it's a free fall!

"So ......"

After a long silence, Charlotte, whose expression was still shocked, dragged her hoarse voice and broke the dead silence:

"Ai... Ain, a witch?"

"Yes, she's a witch—more accurately, of course, an alchemist. Talking to himself, Isaac quickly said, "Not all wizards can be called wizards, for example, ......"

Before he could continue, Lena de Salion kicked the megalomaniac hard under the table.

Although she was equally shocked, it wasn't because... Gender.

It's Ain Rand's courage.

A woman, in Lothair, and in Lothair, the most powerful in the Church, chose to follow the path of wizarding in order to be independent and free—and in the years that followed, she even ran around for her friends, and was in danger several times.

In other words, even if he has to become a witch, I am afraid that he will hide incognito and hide in an absolutely safe place.

That's what "smart people" do.

A woman who is qualified enough to be a wizard is never stupid.

And Ain Rand... Her intelligence, I'm afraid that "smart" alone is indescribable.

What kind of emotions are enough for such a "smart woman" to take risks alone, and again and again......

Looking at Isaac who kept throwing his gaze at him, he was in a hurry... Lena de Salion felt like she had an answer.

On the other hand, Charlotte's mood is even more complicated.

Because for her, Al Yin is no longer just a friend, but also an object that can be confided with, a "mentor" who can deeply understand and even wake up again and again.

But now the truth suddenly tells her that her "mentor" is actually a witch and has always been close to the person she likes... Although she had doubted it before, she just didn't think about it that way at the time... Her "forcible proposal" hurt her severely.

The first feeling is anger.

Angry at why she always avoided talking about it, why she never revealed a single thing, and why she finally told herself after she finally made up her mind.

But the answer to all "questions" is the same... Because she's a witch.

Shock, anger, pain, guilt......

All kinds of emotions struggled repeatedly in Charlotte's heart.

The Countess of Crimson Castle never turned a blind eye to her own mistakes, much less shirked responsibility, for her pride did not allow her to do so;

She knew that if she hadn't been so reckless and waited until Loren came back to discuss with him, instead of not even giving him a choice, things would never have turned out like this.

But now... The knights of the Thirteen Lords of Byrne, the guests of the Empire and even the principalities, and even the dragons have arrived outside the Red Blood Castle.

At this time, it is impossible for her to stop even if she wants to.

"Al Ain......

After a long hesitation, Charlotte finally spoke slowly: "She's now... How's it going?"

Two pairs of eyes full of various emotions looked at Isaac who was a little sluggish at the same time.

"She... I don't think there's anything to describe. Isaac's expression was even more dazed than the two of them: "She went to the laboratory as soon as she came back, she was neither angry nor sad, she was calm, very... Calm. ”

"Calm... Well, I really don't know how to describe her to you except for that word, and Ain is always like this, happy can be happy all day, sad and sad is often a blink of an eye, in short, this ......"

Shaking his head, Isaac looked "speechless".

But this answer made Charlotte and Lena's expressions sink even more—and even if the little wizard couldn't cry or get angry now, maybe they would have felt better.

"The Duke... What about Loren?"

"He just went to the Wizards' Guild... It's time to comfort Ain. Pushing the frame of her glasses, Lena whispered for Isaac, "The question is what to do next... Three hundred guests in the Hall of the Round Table, what are they going to do?"

"There's no way you can tell them the wedding is canceled, Charlotte. ”

"I don't know......" Biting her lower lip, the self-reproaching Countess of Red Blood Castle struggled with her expression, a little panicked: "Either or this - anyway, we haven't said whose wedding it is, so it's just ...... wrong"

"Reveal Al Ain's identity and let a witch marry Duke Byrne?"

Lena de Salion's eyes widened: "Are you crazy?"

If this kind of thing spreads, it will not only be a fatal blow to Ain to expose his identity, but it will also give the imperial nobles and the church an excellent reason to sanction Byrne, and plunge the entire Turin family into the abyss!

"I'm just proposing a possibility......" Touching her forehead, Charlotte, who knew that she had said the wrong thing, couldn't help but retort: "What's more, we can make her pretend to be another person, and then go incognito!"

Shaking her head helplessly, the girl with eyes didn't say anything more.

Now Charlotte has begun to lose her mind because of self-blame.

"Seriously, I don't understand what you're talking about... Politics, interests, strife bala bala bala ......"

After being silent for a long time, Isaac slowly spoke: "I just hope that no matter how this matter ends, please don't hurt my friend." ”

“...... Either. ”

"I understand. Nodding, Charlotte smiled at him, "I would never hurt them, neither Ain nor Loren - including you, Isaac, it's really ...... that you're willing to stand up and speak up for your friends."

"I'm sorry, but you don't seem to understand what I mean. Isaac rolled his eyes: "I'm not saying that I'm not allowed to hurt Al in and Loren, I'm talking about not hurting my friends." ”

"Charlotte Turin, you're my friend too—maybe not the best one, but if you hurt yourself to protect them, you're hurting my friend, I'm going to be very angry, I promise to vent my anger hysterically!"

"So I ask you to settle this matter, or we can figure it out together, but not on the premise of hurting any of my friends - I want all my friends to live happily together until they are seventy years old, and then start a race to see who reaches the end of life first!"

As the words fell, Isaac clasped his arms in a huff, as if he was still angry that he had been misunderstood.

Charlotte, who was stunned, became the speechless one.

"How does it feel?"

Lena de Salion, who was on the side, secretly poked Charlotte's waist and abdomen with her elbow, and smiled lazily and slyly:

"Got it... Why would I like this stupid?"

..............................

"I said, I'm not upset, really. ”

Looking at the black-haired wizard who hurriedly came over with a panicked face, for fear that something would happen to him, the little wizard laughed helplessly.

"Really?"

Cautiously speaking, Loren had a look of "I don't believe it".

"Really. Sticking in her waist, Aine nodded vigorously: "She's a good girl, and since she brought this up, it must not just be because she likes you." ”

"But... You're really not sad at all?" Loren shook his head, "I thought you'd be angry... Should be jealous at the very least. ”

“...... I've found out that you've been not only self-righteous lately, but you've been very narcissistic, you big liar!"

couldn't help but smile, and the little wizard's expression became more and more helpless: "Why do you think I'm angry?"

"Hmm......" After a moment of contemplation, Loren tentatively spoke, "Because I... Charming?"

He was answered by a steel forging hammer with a graceful parabola.

"Die, narcissist!"

The black-haired wizard scrambled to catch the handle of the hammer, avoiding it from coming into close contact with his head.

"That's not it? That was the night at Wimpal Academy—the first time in your life that you were taken off your clothes and carried to bed by a man that your father had unexpectedly had, so you ......."

Well, for the first time, the identity of a woman dressed as a man was revealed, and shame and some kind of heart that had been hidden for a long time instantly exploded, and she had a good impression of her first male friend.

Perfect, perfect, classic - otherwise why would this routine be used rotten, Loren felt that he could have written it.

Before he could finish speaking, the red-faced little wizard had already lunged towards him, the soles of his rapidly approaching boots blocking Loren's vision.

"Die, big liar!"

"Why did you change it back?"

"You want to take care of it?!"

Although he was trained by the War Dancer Leah, she didn't have enough strength after all - a full blow and hit the bridge of the nose bone, which only made the black-haired wizard's mouth a little redder.

In the cramped laboratory, the two reluctant duo go back and forth like a cat and mouse, during which Loren has to avoid being completely hit by the little wizard, and also dodge any of the experimental equipment.

Because everything here is Ain's hard work, and it is something that she really pours her feelings into.

"What the hell is that... Why don't you tell me yourself, I'm really not good at word games!"

"Nope!"

"How could it not be - it feels... Otherwise, it sounds, tastes, smells, or touches, you name it, I don't care about that!"

"I don't know!"

"Well, tell me what I think I am in your mind - just describe it, like ......"

"Big liar! narcissist!"

"Okay, but I can't be both a big liar and a narcissist. ”

"You are!"

"Excuse me......

"You are!"

"I don't ......"

"That's it!"

"I ......"

"Yes!"

"What is it?"

"Big liar! narcissist!"

"I can't be both a big liar and a narcissist. ”

"You are!"

"That's it!"

"Just ......"

Before he could say anything, the little wizard snorted and laughed.

The black-haired wizard with the corners of his mouth hooked was pressed against the wall by her, and his right foot was raised high, stepping on his nose.

"If I were a big liar,......" said Loren, grinning, lazily:

"You're the stupid girl who was tricked by the big liar, naked and hugged in the hot springs. ”

"Shut up!" Ain blushed, "I'm not allowed to say it." ”

"Why, I lied to you. Loren continued to pretend to be stupid: "Yes, the moisture that night was not so big, I lied to you, I was waiting for you from the beginning, and I was the one who plotted evil all the time, I ......"

"Shut up!"

"Shut up if you confess?"

"Shut up!"

"But I want to say, I want to admit my mistake. ”

"Don't say it!"

"Don't say... Are you going to keep me making mistakes?"

"Death to narcissists!"

Syllable!

The pink fist that smashed into the black-haired wizard's front teeth was clenched tightly the moment before the hit.

The small, red-faced wizard remained motionless, maintaining a one-legged position, his watery eyes staring at Loren.

"I promised... Will wait for you. The black-haired wizard with a blank face slowly spoke: "Wait until the day when you open your mouth to tell me and confess to me." ”

"I'm not going to be untrustworthy. ”

Aine gritted her teeth, her cheeks ripe and red.

"But, but ......"

"Nothing, it's your own words. ”

Gently lowering her wrist and moving the soles of her feet that were holding the bridge of her nose little by little, the black-haired wizard quietly hugged the little wizard in his arms.

"Promise me not to disappoint Charlotte, and not to hurt her, okay?"

A soft voice, like a bee sting in your ears.

"I promise, I swear. The black-haired wizard whispered, "This is one of the last things I want to do." ”

"But you're a big liar, so you won't tell the truth. ”

"Then I promise you that I will bully her as hard as I do you. ”

"No, you can't bully her anymore. ”

"Okay, then don't bully her, I'll only bully you. ”

"No, I can't. ”

“...... How about you two come and bully me together?"

A smile tugged at the corner of the little wizard's mouth, making Loren feel much more relaxed.

But the next moment, heretical mutations!

The lights were still on, but the lab was suddenly much darker, and an indescribable coldness spread through the air, stinging at their exposed skin.

"What the hell is this ......"

Confused, Aine was vaguely aware of something, but before she could speak, a strong feeling of sleepiness had already surged over her, and the thin layer of eyelids suddenly weighed a thousand pounds, and no matter how much she struggled, she could only close her eyes little by little, causing her consciousness to fall into a deep sleep.

Hugging the little wizard tightly, the smile on the corner of Loren's mouth gradually converged, and his eyes became indifferent.

Although he didn't look back, he already knew who the "person" who came.

"Are you finally willing to say it?"

Loren squinted and muttered to himself. ()

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