This question remained unanswered until Ulysses walked out of the dormitory area, walked through the petal-strewn ramp, and came to the gate of the Radiant Academy.

In my memory, the soft black straight hair and the fiery wheezing sound intertwined with dreamlike colors. It was a very different smell from Aya and Miharu, a more mature and seductive adult woman.

"Bang!" his heart involuntarily quickened, and Ulysses tried to erase the vivid impression from his mind, only to find that it only made him more and more annoyed.

The more I tried to forget, the more I remembered that night, even to the point of hallucinating, as if the mysterious witch Fei'er from the south was less than ten meters in front of me.

The breeze blows, and you can even smell the familiar scent.

Ulysses couldn't help but stop and look at the slender figure leaning against the shadow of the tall book.

She looked like she was resting, her black eyes full of lingering tiredness. The circles on the hands and feet seem to be a little thicker than when they first met, and they look like they are newly replaced.

Those slender legs are still so tall and powerful, even when resting, they don't feel slack at all, and they seem to be ready to kick a fatal blow at any time.

The clothes that wrapped her luxurious body were no longer the leather armor with an alien style, but a slightly loose cross witch dress, with an intricate pattern next to the sacred cross.

It was a typical shrine maiden costume of the Southern Church, and the status of the wearer could be judged by the complexity of the decoration on the costume. Adorned with such beautiful and intricate patterns as her, only shrine maidens of the highest rank in the Church were entitled to wear them.

In this way, the witch Phil, a witch from the Southern Church, appeared in front of Ulysses again.

"Ah...... Uh...... "Ulysses wanted to say something, but his throat seemed to be blocked by something, and he couldn't say anything.

In the direct sunlight, Fei'er looked like the lucky one shrouded in light. But when Ulysses looked at her, he felt an even more unfortunate atmosphere than when they met not long ago.

In those tired black eyes, there were other things besides sadness, things that made people feel bad.

It was darkness under the sun, an unfortunate emotion.

Something had to be done, Ulysses didn't quite understand what this heartache felt, but he felt he should do something.

In fact, he was grateful to her, to the beautiful shrine maiden who had lent him a helping hand in the most dangerous of times. As for what happened next, he is still confused.

Was it just a momentary impulse? Or there were other reasons, but it was obviously the first time for her, why would she do something like that with him.

"Well, that, it's a nice day, isn't it?" Ulysses walked over to Phil with some trepidation, waiting for her verdict.

"Huh?" Phil came back from her meditation and looked at the dark-haired girl in front of her who was looking at her with a shy and uneasy expression.

The girl's eyes are so innocent, she can't see any sin or darkness, like a flower in the sun.

It was a beautiful look that she had long since lost, and after witnessing the sins committed by humans a long, long time ago, there was almost nothing left in her eyes that was dark and bloody, and not even the divine light burning on her body could dispel the disgusting smell.

Still living on a beautiful campus and not seeing the flowers of the dark side of the world. If this world is full of such innocent children, it must be a real paradise.

Phil remembered that on the first day she came to this city, it was this girl who put the red rose, which represented the beauty of love, into her hand, and gave her pale heart a little more warmth.

"Is that you, so you're also a student at this academy?" Phil straightened up, she was much taller than Ulysses because of her slender and powerful legs. When standing in front of him, there is a natural sense of oppression.

"Yes!" Ulysses looked even more nervous in front of Phil. Just standing face to face made him feel like he was being scrutinized.

"It's okay, don't be afraid, I'm the teacher here, and I won't do anything to you. If I don't feel well, I'll walk away. Seeing Ulysses' frightened expression, Phil was a little disappointed.

Sure enough, her hands are already covered with blood, is she no longer worthy of standing in front of such an innocent girl?

Even if she tried to cover it up, she would involuntarily exude a slight murderous aura. Small animals such as cats and dogs that can feel this aura will never come near her.

"Huh?" Ulysses looked at Phil in confusion, as if she didn't recognize him, either from her eyes or from her words.

But when the two bodies were violently entangled, there was obviously no concealment, and it was impossible for her not to recognize it.

He remembered vividly what had happened that day, and remembered that she had risen from the flames and raised her right hand high in front of him, as if the priest had taken an oath before the gods and said in a loud voice:

"I swear by this. ”

"In this life, I will dedicate everything to you. I won't look at anyone else but you. ”

"From now on, everything in my body, my heart, my soul, everything in me belongs to you. ”

"It doesn't matter if you don't remember, it doesn't matter if you forget, it doesn't matter. ”

"No matter what the future holds, I will always be yours alone. ”

"I ...... Like...... You ......"

"Phil, don't you remember me?" Ulysses asked Phil tentatively.

"Of course I remember, do you know my name? Yes, you're a student here, so it's not surprising to know, thank you for the flowers. Fei'er smiled and looked at Ulysses, who was a little nervous, and controlled the murderous aura hidden in her heart more carefully, so as not to hurt the weak girl in front of her.

Did you really forget?Ulysses looked at the smiling Phil in disbelief. Everything that happened that night seemed to have faded from her memory.

Whether it was a fiery hug or a sudden confession, it was like the petals of a flower scattered in the wind, leaving no trace when the two met again.

The lines that had intersected between him and her had unconsciously separated, turning back into strange parallels. What happened that night, like a dream on a summer night, turned into foam and disappeared into the morning sun.