Occasionally, I want to try my hand at wandering and wandering, shuttling between cities.

The stability of peace of mind has become my shackles, and I have never stepped out of the road I once longed for.

- July 17, from "Lily".

…

"Please, don't be art, don't be art..."

Early in the morning, Louisa was seen sitting by the window praying to the moon god, and Angelina was beside her, her movements synchronized with her god, which made Bhatis rub her eyes.

"What's wrong with the art?"

"It's an art festival, Xiaobai!"

Louisa and Angelina raised their hands (wings) to hide their faces.

The festival is the last event before the end of the first academic year of the Bauhinia Academy, and the theme of each year is determined by the will of the Moon Temple.

In the past, Louisa was favored by the moon god every year, and the theme was often music.

But even so, she did not dare to slack off and prayed on the day the will was announced.

Soon after the bell rang, Xue Eryue, who had found out the news, came to the moon and whispered.

"This year it's art, Louisa."

…

Bettith was puzzled again, remembering that when she was in school, she once saw a landscape painting signed by Louisa, and she said it vividly.

"It's just a product of magic, and using magic you can make ideas tangible on paper."

Louisa, who was lying on the table with a desperate face, replied.

When asked why this Christine is so disgusted with art, I am afraid it goes back to her childhood.

The ladies of aristocratic families had to learn a lot of things, and art was naturally among them, but at that time, Louisa had already studied the magic of figuration, and naturally did not want to waste time between the strokes of the paper.

After angrily leaving a few famous artists, her parents no longer insisted on it, but in the days that followed, Louisa deliberately avoided things related to art.

The festival is different, and as Christine, she has to keep herself flawless on the outside.

"This kind of thing... It shouldn't be that important, right? ”

Beatis thought as Louisa began to pack her belongings, asking as she packed.

"Have you figured out where to get the material?"

"Speaking of an artist's paradise, it is..."

"St. Pelo."

After the two spoke in unison, they looked at each other and smiled.

…

The next day, the town of the Rhine.

Who are these two witches?

Sitting in front of a café surrounded by white roses, it doesn't take words to attract the attention of everyone.

The Bauhinia Academy's uniforms were blown up by the breeze, and the long hair like silver threads also drew a graceful arc in the air.

I'd love to get closer—the travelers say.

When approaching them and hearing their chuckling chat, everyone will receive a sincere greeting from the witch.

"Dead perverts stay away from us."

…

"Alas, it's really easy for outsiders to attract attention in a place like this."

Louisa rubbed her hair.

Although San Pyro is known as Little Isalan, in the past few years of rapid development, it has gradually developed its own unique style.

Thanks to its innovation, San Pyro has become a favourite with travelers and adventurers alike, and before it is completely renovated, it will not only be able to find Gallanian architecture, but also a new look of the city.

(The most important thing is that prices are low.) ）

Instead of choosing the bustling city, the two came to the quiet town of the Rhine.

The wild roses here bloomed all over the mountains and invaded the windows of all the houses in the town.

The creepers here always decorate the valley just right...

"Don't be verbose, no one wants to know what it's like here."

Okay, okay.

"Shall we go find an inn now?"

Putting down the cup, Beatis asked.

"No, it's not a private trip this time, so..."

"I'm sorry, Miss Lancoste, but the little girl made another fuss before going out, delaying the time."

Looking up, a middle-aged man in a brown-and-red leather shoulder kept bowing to Louisa.

"We've just arrived, Mayor Scar."

Uh-huh, it turned out to be the mayor of the town, so it's good that it's not a strange uncle.

Now that the house was settled, Beatis followed Louisa to the mayor's house.

As she lifted her footsteps, she suddenly felt a gaze that fell on the person in front of her, mixed with some special emotions.

And when she stopped and turned her head to look, it was empty.

Are you thinking too much?

She followed again, and in the corner of the wall, where no one had just stopped, a ghostly figure appeared, silently watching the departing figure of Beatis until she disappeared from view.