Alesia returns to find the two girls sharing a military ration dinner, feeling the indescribable mysterious flesh caress their disgusting taste buds. Even in a magician's world, rations remain visually unrecognizable nutrient sludge.

"Do you want to be in the chaos?" Alexia laughed when Gwen told her she had just eaten a liquid meat pie. "We had a three-course meal with a choice of steak, fish or chicken, all wilderness. ”

The girls were really interested. Alicia promised to send them something good as soon as possible.

"I'm going to borrow Gwen for a few days, a week at most," Alexia told Yue and Elvia. "Gwen has seen too much, so we have to brainwash her. ”

"What!" Elvia jumped out of her bunk.

"She's joking with Eve, yes......" Yue pulled Avia down. "Are you kidding?"

Alicia smiled. The girls were full of uncertainty and laughed awkwardly.

"I promise you that Gwynne will be fine," Alexia said, glancing at Gwen.

Gwynnie Gwen grimaced. Am I a stray cat?

"When are we leaving?" Gwen asked.

"How's it going?"

Gwen looked at her friends, all of whom had an expression that implied that they weren't ready to break up so soon.

"Is it possible tomorrow?" Gwen pleated Alexia guiltily.

"Of course, I would have arranged it with Paul, and he would appreciate the rest. ”

"Thank you, ma'am," Gwen replied gratefully.

Alexia carelessly dismissed Gwen's gratitude.

"There will be some big chaos in your school with the arrival of new teachers, so you should stay at home or in your dorm room for the next few weeks. ”

The three men tilted their heads. By this time, the news of the death of the instructors had already spread, and everyone's elated mood had completely disappeared.

"See you tomorrow!"

As night wore on, the girls squeezed their beds together and slept side by side again, feeling safer with their familiar companions.

Jun and Henry come to visit and thank their father-in-law for managing the chaos. Their soothsayer had not yet recovered from the disaster, and his moody luster had instead been reduced to a numb depression. Jun himself also put on a stoic appearance, pretending to be no longer happy.

Unlike the girls in the first grade, the boys will have their final exams after three months, after which they will graduate. As all future field visits have been cancelled or postponed, their military missions are no longer guaranteed.

After the boys say goodbye, the girls turn to their future, although it may be speculative at a particular moment.

"I stick to the military line," Yue declared after sorting out his thoughts. "Anyway, we have to sign up as soon as we turn sixteen, so I'm going to apply for the position of officer cadet. ”

Gwen wondered if she should tell Yue about Alesia's intentions, even though she knew she shouldn't. Her bombastic companion boasted that several recruiters approached her and they drew her a pie in the sky.

"That's amazing," Elvia congratulated her friend. Unlike her peers, she will be accepted into Sydney Arcane University to study medicine and the art of healing. After graduating, she will serve in the Royal Army Medical Corps for two years, after which she will be free to pursue professional work.

"What about you, Gwen, you can join the army with me, do you know what they're going to call us?"

God, Gwen grimaced.

"That... A dynamic duo?"

"You're right!"

When it was Gwen's turn, she found herself overwhelmed. In fact, she didn't know what she wanted to do other than get more proficient spells. Gwen wasn't particularly unfortunate about killing magical beasts, but if they had to fight someone else - someone like Edgar, she could hardly put up with something like that. If anything, a job where she can draw on her past knowledge in business or management would be ideal.

The thought of fighting the others made Edgar's stump spurt out as his beating heart spurted out, and her lips went numb. She could taste the saltiness of his iron blood, like hot lead beating on her face.

Violent synesthesia came and went, and nausea flooded her heart.

"Gwen, are you alright? You're pale!"

A dose of Avia's positive energy dispelled the emptiness in Gwen's chest, allowing her breathing to return to its normal rhythm. Gwen wraps her pale yellow mascot in her arms, warmed by Elvis' angelic presence, but also haunted by the inevitable separation that their future will bring.

"Well, it's lit. After consuming the required HDM volume to illuminate the conveyor ring, Paul completed the connection of the last glyph and wiped the crystal dust off his pants. "I wish you all a safe journey, both of you. ”

The circle is activated. The world shimmers with cobalt and silver. There is a feeling of staggering through something that is both tangible and immaterial, followed by a sudden displacement, akin to falling in a dream.

The last thing Gwen saw was Yue and Avia waving at her, and then in the next moment, she was in a dark room, filled with mysterious scripts and wards, emitting a faint blue-white magical light.

Her mouth was filled with the taste of sour bile.

"Or is it a whole tiger?" Alicia asked. "You didn't accidentally leave anything behind, did you?"

"I'm fine......" Gwen replied, swallowing a bite inadvertently, then patting herself to make sure nothing was wrong.

In her old world, teleportation was almost impossible. Spatial displacement has encountered a wide variety of problems, from quantum physics, energy paradoxes, mass loss, and intellectually pathological ideas of constant death and rebirth. However, according to Alexia's description, the spell is not a literal teleportation, but rather a wormhole movement that is achieved by creating a structure that jumps through the main material layer - their world - and the astral layer.

"Where are we?" Gwen realized she should ask before they left. Alicia just says they're going to meet her master, but Gwen doesn't know where they're going.

"Well, now we're in my apartment," Alexia coaxed her along. "The place we're going to be a little more formal. ”

They came from a room that resembled a dungeon from some mad wizard. Passing through the heavy iron door, Gwen was surprised to find herself on the top floor overlooking Sydney Harbour. The scene was familiar, as Gwen saw the same view from a neighboring bay – it was her uncle's estate.

Bradfield Park?Gwen announced, surprised to find all the landmarks herself. "We're back in Sydney?"

"Yes. Alicia walked over to the glass wall of the open kitchen, opened the refrigerator, poured herself a glass of water, and motioned to Gwen for the kettle, which Gwen refused. "There's nothing better than a magical network of teleporters. Of course, it is expensive to use, but it is very convenient. ”

"But......" Gwen felt distraught. They are four hours away by bus! 200 kilometers in an instant!

Gwen had seen how many crystals Paul was burning. That's enough for her to train for a month! To save six hours? She told Alexia what she didn't believe she found, and she smiled and sprinkled a little water.

"Oh, Gwen, what you mean by 'resource' is a huge change in our hierarchy," she told Gwen happily. "With our allowance alone, we have 10,000 LDM companies a month, or 400 HDM companies, and we can take them if we don't give them. If I were in a first-tier city, my salary would have doubled. ”

Gwen blushed with embarrassment, feeling like an Amish hillbilly asking about motorized transportation. Next to her, Alicia walks towards the panoramic view of the harbor, her lovely face framed by the glass reflections of the floor and ceiling.

"You can look at your uncle's house. ”

Gwen and Alicia sat together in front of the window, feeling more nostalgia than impress. Her North Shore office in Milson Point shares the eastern part of the same bay. While the architecture is different, the landscape itself remains the same.

"I was standing here when Bartlett called me. For a while, I loved falling from the sky. But the circuit breaker had airspace restrictions, so I ended up taking the car. ”

"Thank you again for saving me, ma'am. ”

"Ah, don't mention it," Alexia grinned.

She walked through the window with ease like a dancer, motioning for Gwen to follow her to the second floor. Above, the marble tiles were replaced by dark speckled gum. Alexia's bedroom is large and the walk-in closet is larger than Gwen's.

The grandeur of luxury was dizzying, and more importantly because Gwen had previously acquired the same wealth class. Now she's back to the poverty of her girlhood, and the good life feels out of reach like the sparkling waters of Lavender Bay below.

Alicia took out a few pieces of clothing from a closet that was a dozen sections deep, and then began to sort by style, placing the spare parts in her space ring.

"Find the right clothes to wear, something semi-formal," she advises.

"Where are we going?"

"A dark and solemn place where people put up a stick," Alicia admonished her students. "We're going to see my master. He has a strict dress code. This shows sincerity. ”

Gwen rummaged through Alicia's closet uneasily. Almost everything is red, which gives her little chance to choose something subtle.

Her tutor opted for a chestnut high-waisted pencil skirt with a dark sleeveless cotton top. Gwen herself wore a cinnabar plaid bell skirt and a white shirt with a flat collar and bell sleeves, and finally a pair of black heels.

"You were born!" Alexia praised Gwen for walking in four-inch heels without tripping over herself. "Well done!"

"I've always had a good balance," Gwen tactfully acknowledged the coach's praise.

After putting on makeup, the two returned to the teleportation circle. Upon entering the house, Gwen watched as Alessia fiddled with the glyphs until the circle was once again illuminated by a silver-blue magical light.

"There were some very unpleasant people when we arrived. Stay calm and stay behind me. ”

The circle suddenly lit up, and they suddenly appeared somewhere else.

Teachers and students appeared on a dark obsidian podium with a bright ceiling on the platform. The interior of their surroundings is made up of geometric decorations that extend in all directions, forming a network of corridors. There was a sterile, hospital-like atmosphere, so quiet that Gwen could hear herself breathing.

Two guards in ivory boots walked from a guard station overlooking the teleportation circle.

"Major de Botton," one of them frowned at Gwen.

The other is unauthorized entry.

"I know. Alicia squinted at the man's badge. "Student Edwards. ”

"Please leave her in quarantine with us. ”

One of the guards tries to grab Gwen's arm, but is stopped by Alessia, who puts herself between Gwen and the sentry.

"I want to see Judge Kilroy. ”

"Do you have an appointment, Major Bolton?"

"No, do I need to?"

"I'm afraid so, Major. ”

Alicia snapped and sent a silent message to her master.

"I'm here, Master, and I've brought anomalies. ”。 Even though her mouth was moving, no one else could hear anything.

Immediately after, a message spell bloomed in the guard's ears. The sentinels looked at each other for a moment, then turned to face the two women.

"Go to Platform Five," said the guard named Edwards, impatiently. "The judge wants to see you now. ”

Gwen followed Alexia and their two guards without hesitation. Edwards glanced at her curiously, staring at her legs, while the other still hated their presence.

The four of them soon boarded a hovering station. Without a sound at all, it began to drift, through lattice-like corridors and platforms, all the way to Gwen, seemingly forever.

They rose so fast that Gwen's ears lit up and he deduced.

At the apex, their platform is docked on an open terrace. The only notable decoration is a set of double doors, made of stained oak with carved leaves and vines, topped with a laurel wreath. This threshold is like a gateway to another world, somewhere away from the human tricks of the city.

Narnia Gwen wondered. She will never be surprised again.

Alicia protected Gwen's hand with her own hand, and then walked towards the door, coldly addressing the guards.

The guards walked down with the same indifference.

"Walken's dog!" Alexia swore sharply. "Told you they had a stick on their buttocks. ”

"Where are we?" said Gwen for the third time.

"You'll soon know, go ask him yourself. ”

The two doors parted, as if in a hint, and were placed aside, with a classic yawn and creaking. When the doors open, the sterile light is bathed in a warm, rainbow-like glow. Gwen's jaw dropped as the scent of evening star jasmine enveloped them.

Beyond the threshold, the expected hard floor gave way to a soft depression of fertile loam, burying her slender heels. She watched as Alicia took off her shoes and followed, feeling the turf between her toes resemble a fine strip of wool.

"Impossible...... Gwen said, her eyes shining with an impossible glow.

They were no longer in an office building, but in the grass of an elf, covered from ceiling to floor with green moss, grass, and small white flowers.

In the middle of a natural atrium is a set of furniture, including a rudimentary bed, a table for four, a deformed wooden chair, and rows of bookshelves framed by the walls themselves. From the ceiling, the ball hangs like a fruit, emitting a soft light.

"Alesia...... Is this heaven?"

"Not exactly. Alicia chuckled, her face full of anticipation for the future. "It's called pocket size. ”

Gwen breathes in the fertile air, drunk in excess oxygen.

"Oh!"

Suddenly, a pair of stiff and smooth hands rested on her shoulders. Behind Gwen came the scent of cedar wood. She turned around and found herself faced with a delicately beautiful face, incredibly perfect, with a pair of amber crystalline irises.

A giantess now captives Gwen, a woman dressed in flowing bark robes that barely covers a pair of tall, sculpted chests, narrow to the waist of a wasp, supporting long, anatomically impossible stems. Upon closer inspection, Gwen noticed in horror that it was her face glaring back at her, despite the fact that the creature had turned itself into a disgusting perfection, the product of wishful thinking.

"That's Sofina," Alexia said, introducing the forest elf. "She was the owner's nanny. ”

"Hello," Sofina chanted. Gwen noticed that the sound wasn't coming out of her mouth. Instead, it reverberates on the wall.

She ...... She was...... A ...... Trees?" Gwen wanted to say monsters, magical creatures. Still, she reaped the consequences. If a stranger accidentally calls them animals, anyone will be upset.

"I am a dwarf, a soul relative. ”

Sofina lifted her hands from Gwen's shoulders and strode effortlessly across the room with her stiletto-like legs, floating through the place with supernatural grace. She pulled a cup out of the cupboard, and after a while, she returned to Gwen.

"Sit down. Have a drink. ”

In a midsummer night's dream, Gwen sat obediently on a wooden stool. Sofina took out several oak cups containing a golden liquid, a basket of black-brown bread, and a piece of flower butter.

"Treat yourself," Alessia advised. "It's not every day that you get freshly picked dried corn. ”

"Excuse me?" Gwen looked at Alexia in surprise, glancing at Sofina's murderous chest. "What?"

Alicia pushed off her cup of golden liquid.

"Oh! Gwen, you've got to try. ”

Gwen took the cup in her hand and drank it carefully. This liquid is viscous and more like tree sap with nectar. It is a restorative Ambrosia made up of mana and vitality. She took another sip, and the fatigue of the previous night peeled off her like the old bark of a budding gum tree.

"I'm glad you liked it. ”

Gwen looked up from the golden grass and saw an old man with a neat white beard, dressed in an olive tweed jacket and a maroon vest. His face was weather-beaten and haggard, with a visible scar on the right side of his temple, almost touching his right eye, and two thick eyebrows parted. As he approached, Gwen noticed that the gentleman's cheeks were yellow, suggesting that his straight, steady body exposed his vulnerability.

"That golden mead is what keeps me alive these days. ”

"Master," Alexia curtsied, then bowed her head, it was Gwen Song. ”

Gwen stood, curtsy, then bowed, and then awkwardly as her skinny legs turned into noodles.

"Well, you're an outlier. The old man's iron-fisted voice filled the cave.

"Gwen. Alexia's reverence grew stronger. "I give you Lord Henry Kane Foster Kilroy, Master and Master of the Mysteries of Oto of Oceania!"