Vivien felt like she had slept for a long, long time, and very comfortably, and in her memory, she hadn't slept so comfortably for a long, long time. There is no need to worry about not being able to breathe all the time, no longer afraid that there will be no chance to see the sun rising the next day, just close your eyes and go into the deepest sleep, so that the brain, let the spirit get the best rest, and let the tired mind be reborn in sleep.

In a deep sleep, Vivien seemed to have a dream, in which she seemed to be back to the autumn when she was six years old, the last time she enjoyed happiness. She once again returned to the small courtyard in her memory, holding a thick magic book in her hand, facing the gaze of an ordinary child looking at a monster, reading quietly in the sun, her fleshy little hands occasionally sliding in the air according to the contents of the book, and her fingertips sometimes appeared with a ball of pulsating elements.

Perhaps after reading a chapter, the six-year-old raised her head and stared blankly into the distance, her longing gaze fell on the top of the towering Star Tower in the mage area in the distance, where the world of her dreams was. Outside the courtyard, a few neighbor's children ran over laughing like idiots, waking her up from their longing, glancing at the children with disdain, Vivien let out a cold snort from her nose, how could these vulgar mortals know the charm of magic and knowledge? They would only foolishly waste their time, live in ignorance, and eventually die in ignorance. Ignorance is the sorrow of most people, and I will not be like them, because I am a genius, the youngest professional in the Holy Capital.

The autumn breeze blew and lifted the little girl's blue shawl hair, and Vivien pulled the blue hair behind her ears to stop the mischievous hair from distracting her from absorbing her knowledge, and turned her gaze back to the thick magic book. She hadn't left the yard for a long time, and she didn't seem to have any interest in any other activity than sitting in the yard reading a book, and if she could, she would rather sit motionless in the same place for months. The premise, of course, is that she is provided with enough new knowledge. In the face of other children laughing at her for her laziness and withdrawal, the little girl never smiled coldly, and only looked at these poor ones with pity. Ignorant ordinary people, such mercy is exclusive to the arrogant mage, but also to the genius among the mage.

However, Vivien was only a six-year-old after all. No matter how mature you are, you will have expectations that are unique to children. In order to allow her to study and conduct magical experiments without any estimates, the parents of low-level professionals are very busy working every day, just to earn more money and buy more experimental materials for her. The mature Vivian understands her parents' feelings very well and is grateful for her parents' love for her, but in her young heart, there will always be some expectations, looking forward to the opportunity to go out with her parents and spend a happy day together. But. She never said such expectations, she knew that her parents were already working hard, so she would never want to add another pressure from her parents.

"Vivien, Vivien. A childish girl's voice came from outside the courtyard: "Come out and take a walk, you have been at home for five days, and your body will rust if you stay any longer, come out quickly, the harvest festival will start in a few days, and there are many merchants in the city." Brought a lot of interesting things, let's go and see them together. ”

Vivien frowned, looking impatiently at the small figure in the doorway, just like her. That's a very weird girl, too. The little girl lives in a very large mansion, she should be a declining nobleman, and her usual posture and etiquette are impeccable, and her manners, behaviors, and clothing are matched, each with an elegant demeanor, and everything makes the girls in the neighborhood envious. Such a girl was supposed to be very popular. But this girl is the only one who is not very approachable, because her favorite is not a doll, nor is it something that a girl should like such as an eyebrow pencil mirror, and what she longs for is not to become the most dazzling presence at the ball, to become the center of all boys' eyes, she likes sharp swords and strong shields, and she longs to become a knight who represents justice and kindness. Such preferences and goals form a strong contrast with her elegant demeanor, which is difficult to accept. And she doesn't just like it, it is said that she has begun formal knight training, and once she breaks through the boundaries between ordinary people and professionals, she can become a real knight and embark on the road of knighthood.

Maybe it's because both of them are weirdos, maybe because both of them are far more mature than their peers, maybe it's because neither of them is very popular with their peers, but anyway, the relationship between the two little girls is getting better and better, if Vivien doesn't need to go to the Mage Tower to ask questions and leaves her home one day, it must be because of the invitation of this little girl who dreams of becoming a knight.

"Catherine, can't you just let me read a book quietly?" Vivien complained childishly, but still opened the courtyard door, "I'm reading Master Camille's Potions, and you're here just after reading the best part." ”

Young Catherine's black hair was coiled on her head, wearing a long white dress that was not gorgeous but very decent, and she walked into the courtyard like a princess with elegant steps, took Vivien's hand, and said to her with a warm but not abrupt smile: "When I came to you three days ago, you said so, this time I can't let you continue like this, if you are always so bored at home, sooner or later you will be sick." When the time comes, the body will be rusty, and it will be like those rusty puppets in the puppet factory in the East District, and it will no longer be able to move. So you have to hang out with me this time, and don't forget that my aunt and uncle said that if they're not at home, you'll have to listen to me. And I'm a sister, even if my uncle and aunt are at home, you should listen to me. ”

"I don't rust, I'm a genius, and I'm not a metal golem, how can I be as immobile as them. Vivian shook her head dissatisfiedly and said, "Tomorrow, let me watch it for another day, and I'll go out with you tomorrow." ”

"No, I can't. Catherine put on a small face with baby fat, and said in a serious and serious tone: "As a person of faith, we can't put off everything until tomorrow, today's things must be completed today, and tomorrow's things will be tomorrow's things." If we can't do this, we will wait until tomorrow, and we will eventually not be able to accomplish anything, and when we are old, we will have to lie on the hospital bed and regret it, well, maybe even regret it will have to wait until tomorrow. So ......"

"Got it, I know, stop nagging, can't I go?" Vivien muttered a few words impatiently, but still obediently went back to the house to change into a special trumpet mage robe, and took Catherine's arm and walked out of the house together. Although the little girl always dislikes Catherine and is nagging and annoying, she actually likes this young lady very much, if it was other children who disturbed her like this, she would have been thrown out of the door with magic a long time ago, and only Catherine could enjoy such friendly treatment.

Seeing that Vivien had finally compromised, Catherine's little face walked out of the courtyard of Vivian's house with the most graceful gesture with an expression of victory that she had won, while Vivien followed behind with a sharp, wide-brimmed mage hat, her helpless expression was covered by the wide hat, revealing only her pursed mouth.

But after all, she was still a child, and within a few minutes of going out, Vivien left her complaints and unhappiness behind. As Catherine said, as the harvest festival approached, a large number of merchants passed through the holy capital, and the goods they carried were also diverse, and the little girl was dazzled by it, and felt that her eyes were no longer enough. Even if a genius child encounters novelty, curiosity and possessiveness are the same, just half a street away, two little girls each hold a handful of interesting small goods, these things may add up to less than a silver coin, but for children, it is full of temptation.

She was immersed in a warm dream, walking through the holy capital of her memory with her favorite sister, but Vivien's dream suddenly collapsed, turning into pieces that exploded in her consciousness. A sensation that had never been felt before enveloped Vivien's consciousness, and in her sleeping dreams, the mage girl felt the horror of this feeling.

It was a feeling that could not be described in words, pain, despair, horror, sadness, joy, joy, all emotions, all perceptions seemed to merge together, stirring so hard in her brain that she could not relax for a moment. Even in her dreams, the sensation was so clear and intense that she wanted to scream and struggle like crazy, but she couldn't wake up from the dream at all. In the dream, the mage girl's consciousness is in an intermediate state of wakefulness and sleep, and her mind is completely unable to control itself. She instinctively wanted to break free from this pain that seemed to come from the depths of her soul, but because of the confusion of her thinking, she had no choice but to rush around in her consciousness in vain, but she could not get rid of this feeling of trouble.

In the real world, if anyone could observe her, they could see that her body was still asleep, calm as a stone statue, without any painful reactions. But in her mental world, because of the stimulation of this constant strange feeling, it was like setting off the strongest storm, which made her emotions change violently, and at the same time, the warm dream could no longer be recovered, and in its place, it was a terrible nightmare, enough to make her more painful, more desperate, the most terrible nightmare in her memory. (To be continued.) )