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Jessica is truly the odd one of the professors at Anlimont College.

He insisted on finding a corner room in a teaching building where there was no one to use as an office—and for decades, he never intended to leave his position as an ordinary professor.

"She used to be a member of the jury. Standing in front of Jessica's office, Goldfinch suddenly thought of something and said.

Shur stood in front of her, and after hearing her words, he raised his eyebrows: "Then why ......"

The jury, that's pretty much where Lajor is at this point.

It's the highest ranking of the professors.

The Plantagenet didn't say any more.

Shul pushed the door open with some confusion.

It was no different from the last time he came.

It's still a dimly lit office, piles of bookshelves—and the woman at the very end, old and stereotypical.

She had sat upright, perhaps waiting for Hit, or someone else to bring the papers—but when she saw the goldfinch, her eyes did not hide—or rather, she did not have time to hide it.

“...... It's rare that you're still willing to come here. Jessica looked at the Plantage, thoughtful.

The meaning is something—but the Golden Bird doesn't show much emotion, and is not shocked: "Just hand over something, hello, Professor Jessica." ”

It may seem like a normal greeting, but even in Shuer's eyes, he feels that such a greeting has some ...... Strange feelings?

But he wouldn't ask more.

——

"The Purification of the Shadows—do you have any opinions...... Shure. Jessica took the transcript of the discussion, didn't look at it, and set it aside.

It looks like I've guessed it, but to no avail.

Seeing this, the goldfinch did not say anything, but took a few steps back, and walked among the bookshelves, as if only to take a brief look at the place.

"I think...... The academy may find a way to find something that can dissolve the black mist. Schul sat down across from her at Jessica's instructions, "focusing only on the use of machinery, perhaps out of a misunderstanding." ”

Misconception - refers to the mechanical fever that was all the rage on the continent at this time.

"Do you really know what Black Mist is?" Jessica said without commenting on his words.

"Simply put, it's negative emotions - the first necromancer discovered a way to turn them into magic - but it can also be the power of the soul, which the Dark Shadow Clan uses comes from eroding souls. Shul said.

"So, it seems, you have a lot of insight into the so-called things that can dissolve the black mist?"

"I think maybe Sister Hitt has her own initial ideas, otherwise you wouldn't have made her responsible for this project. Shur replied, "The so-called dissolving black fog - can study the spell that turns people into black shadows, you can find a way to reverse it, and it will not be separated from the law created by Elletia. ”

Arendia, the law of creation of the goddess of creation, requires that all things be equal, and that of everything that can be added to it, there must be something that subtracts it.

"Balance doesn't happen all the time – the biggest example is the Holy Dragon. Jessica said slowly, a soft light rising from her wrinkled hands.

The light grew brighter and brighter until it could rise to the highest point and illuminate everything.

"The Holy Dragon is also flawed. Schauer smiled, "They have not been alive for long, they have not been able to form a group, they have not been able to understand the rich emotions of those so-called 'small' races. ”

“...... Do you think these rich emotions are useful?"

Speaking of which, what these two people are talking about is obviously crooked.

"Yes. Shur nodded, "The Holy Dragon fights for righteousness, but what about when righteousness is completely gone?"

— and this is a time when righteousness is gone.

“...... Are you hinting at something? Jessica paused.

"I'm stating the facts. The corners of Shuer's lips curled, "—however, after the disappearance of the Holy Dragon that guards justice, it seems that these things will disappear. ”

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The goldfinch looked at a book on the shelf, as if recalling something.

Jessica, as she remembers, has an obsessive-compulsive disorder for everything—for example, for her bookcase, she likes to sort them into categories and sort them in order.

The so-called serial number was arranged by herself, and she used magic to mark the book.

0589、0590、0591......

The goldfinch kept walking until it stopped in front of a book—huh.

【②】

On Jessica's head, the light source lit by her gradually dispersed, revealing the painting that was usually sunk in the dark and unnoticed.

It was a painting with several people, with Jessica at the center - she looked much younger and sharper than she is now, with a more serious expression on her face.

The people around her seemed to be her students.

Shul saw "Teresa" at a glance - or ...... Two?

"They're ......," Shure couldn't help but say.

"Cylise and Agatha. Jessica said.

Somehow came back at this time, and when she saw the painting on the wall, she couldn't help but stop.

Shul turned his head and saw a ...... in her eyes Sorrowful.

"Agatha?" Shul remembered the name—

The name that made her feel like another person in the Plantagenet dream.

"If I remember correctly, the two sisters ......," Jessica thought of something, and glanced at the goldfinch, but did not say any more.

Sirise's older sister, named Agatha.

Shure didn't ask, and turned his gaze to the other two men—one with a gentle smile, the other looking a little cold and gloomy.

"Do you still have his paintings—don't you worry that it will be against you if they are discovered by the Inquisitors or the League of Nobles? The goldfinch said suddenly.

"Maybe I'm worried. "I remember that some people were upset with your attitude and thought you were creating — there was panic about memories. ”

"Who knows. ”

......

Shure stared at the two men, and suddenly realized......

The mild-looking one, still wearing the uniform of the academy, was ......

Rajol?

- Having not worn a mask and not experienced some great disaster, he looked like many of the students he had seen at school, and he was full of anticipation for the future.

"Teresa......" Shure suddenly felt that the Golden Finch came over and took the initiative to take his hand.

Little by little, the light on that painting faded.

Gradually, it sank into darkness again.

"This painting, but it's a whole era......" she sighed softly, looking at Jessica, "Professor—you don't need to remind me in this way. Although, perhaps, I should have thought...... You remember those things better than anyone else. ”

"As an old man like me, there's not much left but memories. ”