"Maca."

Willy, sitting in the middle of the bed, kept her eyes on Maca.

Through the bubbling red mist, she could see that Maca's expression seemed to stiffen, and her right hand holding the staff turned slightly white as she clenched it harder.

As if she was enduring something, Maca stood there motionless.

“…… Maca? ”

Willy felt that she should not know what kind of emotion should be surging up at this moment. Because, those emotions that should have belonged to her have long been sealed along with the curse in her blood.

However, it is clear that the seal has not been broken, why is she ...... But she could feel a heartfelt throbbing in her heart constantly expanding?

"Maca? Are you alright? ”

When Willy called out the name for the third time, she saw that the other party had finally reacted. Although there was no verbal response, the other party's slightly frozen eyes suddenly came alive again, and slowly moved to her side.

And after that, about another five or six seconds passed, and Maca suddenly took a sharp breath.

"Emotions should be back, right? How...... Even if you have feelings, is your speech still in this intermittent tone? I remember the last time you told me a story, didn't you become quite fluent by then! ”

His voice was still a little hoarse, and his breathing didn't seem to be so smooth. But when he said these words, his tone was relaxed, and even mixed with some joking meaning.

It's just that Maca's hand holding the staff didn't relax, and the joints were still a little pale.

"Don't worry, I'm fine......" he smiled, "just sit there and wait!" It's going to be a long time ahead, but you can get used to it first. First of all...... Well, why don't you laugh first! ”

With that, Maca took another deep breath, then pulled an empty potions bottle from her waist without a stopper and slowly lowered it to the floor in front of her.

In order to eliminate unnecessary distractions, he did not use the levitation charm, but personally bent down and bent his knees to lower it.

But I don't know if the invisible pressure just now is still pressing him, so that he seems to be tied to a very heavy sandbag all over his body, and every movement seems to be extremely slow.

But even so, his expression was still so calm, and there was even a trace of a residual smile on his face.

It is worth mentioning that when he did these actions, the red air currents in the room did not stagnate for a minute, and were still surging regularly.

On the bed, Willie stroked her chest when she heard what Maca said.

Is it? Oh, yes...... The emotion did appear again, and the slightest throbbing just now did not seem to be an illusion.

Realizing this, she unconsciously stretched the corners of her mouth according to Maca's suggestion, and once again showed the smile that she didn't know how many times she had practiced in front of Maca.

"Before...... I don't like it, practice smiling. ”

"Why?"

Maca listened to Willy's words as she stood up straight on her knees before asking.

Willie maintained the curvature of the corners of her mouth and said quietly:

"Space hole, it's kind of weird."

"Hmm...... Like laughing at someone? ”

Maca nodded and continued to respond, raising her staff with a little difficulty.

"Probably...... Hmm, I don't know. ”

Compared to Maka's sluggish movements, Willy's relaxed and smooth slight shaking of the head looked more and more obvious. Although the two of them are in the same room, it is as if they are in two worlds.

"Since you don't know, let's start thinking about it now!"

The next moment when Maca casually gave a suggestion, the staff he had just raised suddenly trembled...... No, it wasn't the staff that was trembling, it was his hand!

At that moment, it was as if there was another force in this room, and it suddenly attracted the magic that permeated it. Before you know it, it seems that something has been silently captured.

It's a small particle of the rushing red mist—in the constant flow of mist, it's like an inconspicuous drop of water in a raging river, so much so that it's hard to spot even after leaving the mist.

But Maca spotted it accurately.

Gently dragging the staff back, a stream of magic wrapped around the tiny red dot, slowly dragged by Maca's will above the mouth of the potion bottle, and then silently landed in the bottle.

"It's a great start," said Maca again after doing that, "and it proves to us that the long wait so far really makes sense." ”

Willie obviously didn't understand what Maca was talking about, and she didn't even see the little red dot that represented "great significance", but that didn't stop her from smiling more clearly at Maca.

However, if this is the "first step" of today, there are still thousands of steps waiting for Maca after that!

"Let's get started!"

Makafu stretched out his staff again, and said with a calm expression.

……

Two or three hours is undoubtedly a long time on Maca's side. However, for those who still sleep in St. Mungo's snort, they won't even feel the passage of time.

When little Victor awoke from his sleep in a daze, he found that the storeroom, which was being used as a makeshift ward, had become a little noisy.

"Well, that's ...... Is it morning? ”

There are no windows in the storeroom, so if you stay here for a long time, it is easy to lose sight of the transition between day and night.

And Victor and his son haven't been out for several days......

Or rather, they simply can't get out.

In fact, the people who live in this warehouse are all injured people who have been restricted in their movements for various reasons.

Some of them have been lying down for the past few days, and even need to be fed by trainee therapists or a few young volunteers. Most of the injuries were minor, and it was almost as if they were in prison......

Oh no, that seems a bit too much...... In terms of current treatment, it can only be said that he is under "house arrest" at best.

Just like little Victor and his drunken daddy.

"Let's not mention house arrest or not, at least there is an advantage to living here......" Little Victor raised his hand and pinched his neck, lying on his back and muttered secretly, "That is, 'Drunken Daddy' is out of alcohol, and finally he is not drunk for the time being." ”

"Awake? Then come and eat! ”

Suddenly hearing the familiar voice, little Victor turned over and sat up on the mattress, rubbing his sleepy eyes vigorously by the way.

I don't know if it's a genetic relationship, although the father and son can't go out like the other people who live here, they both show a little carelessness.

Maybe it's because I made sure my family was safe before I came here!

"Eh, here we are."

Looking at the old man who was sitting on the wooden crate in the doorway, munching on bread, little Victor finally got up from his mattress and walked around the floor with his shoes in his hands.

"Sit down! Today I ate toast with strawberry jam, and there is also dried fruit cereal porridge over there, so I will serve it myself! Old Victor muttered as he spoke, "It's strange to say that those wizards are so busy, and the hospital is full of people. But the breakfast every day can still be turned over in a variety of ways...... But it tastes really good! ”

"It's all said to be 'wizards', so don't you just use magic to conjure them!"

Little Victor said as he walked towards the wooden crate with a pot of cereal, but behind him, his father shook his head.

"I don't know if magic can make breakfast, but magic certainly isn't everything...... Hey, maybe magic will obey the Conservation of Mass theorem too! ”

If Maca had been here, he would have applauded old Victor's words—a correct conjecture based on the patterns that Maca had observed in her magical studies!

Unfortunately, he is not there at the moment.

"What kind of quality is horizontal, quality is vertical...... I said, Dad, are you going to explain it to me? ”

In the past few days, no matter how many times little Victor asked, the old man never told him anything about his ability to fly on a broomstick.

Although he thought it was very likely that it had something to do with his mother, whom he had never met, as long as the old man didn't say it, the speculation would never come true.

"Didn't I say I didn't know?" Old Victor waved his hand casually, then stuffed a large mouthful of toast dipped in strawberry jam into his mouth, and said vaguely, "How many more times do you want to ask?" Don't ask! ”

"Ahh

As a filial son, little Victor really can't do anything about this unreliable father.

"Forget it! Let's stay here! "And when Mr. McLean gets impatient, let him 'pluck out' the answer straight out of your stubborn brain!" ”

"Hmph, he wants to pick it, but I can't stop it." Old Victor rolled his eyes and said, "Unfortunately, he can only pull out a handful of rotten brains from my head!" ”

When little Victor heard this, he subconsciously glanced at the bowl he had just filled with cereal porridge - a bowl of white flowers, not to mention that it really looked like ......

"Don't talk about it, don't let people eat breakfast!"

As he spoke, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a seriously injured patient lying not far away, with large blood stains oozing from the gauze that was bandaged almost all over his head.

Okay! This time I lost my appetite...... Wait, what's that?

Little Victor craned his neck to look at the patient's robe, which he could see from the angle that a small stick appeared to be peeking out of the inside of the robe.

"Oh! Is that ......?"

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