It's actually early the next morning, and it's getting bright.

However, because the nuns began to try to transform the abandoned classroom into a place to live, the windows were currently blocked by some jumble mounds of earth like hills, and the light could not shine in, so the surrounding environment was very dim.

However, thanks to her keen vision, Melen could still see clearly that Sister Lydia's face had unconsciously become a little rosy when she said what she had just said.

At the same time, she also raised two slender white fingers rather sultryly, and pulled a strand of hair scattered on her forehead behind her delicate ear.

This action seemed to carry some kind of hint, which made Melen instantly recall what the person in front of him had done in the bathroom not long ago.

"Are you deliberately reminding me?"

Many images and feelings emerge from the depths of the memory that are already fresh, and Mellen's original thoughts about "historical revision" are immediately replaced by annoyance.

"What, are you still angry?"

Lydia, who sat across from the old desk, asked with a smile.

The beautiful eyes that were bright and changed back to their original turquoise color at some point were always swirling on Mellen.

As if observing his reaction, but in the blink of an eye, the corners of his charming eyes turned up slightly, as if he was discharging provocatively.

"Actually, it's not a big deal."

What she said was very serious, "Since the wizards invented the possession technique, it is not a strange way to possess the opposite sex and feel those things that you can't feel."

"So, have you tried?"

Melen leaned forward, crossed the desk, and raised her hand to squeeze the chin of the "girl" who was a head shorter than him.

It felt very good, but he deliberately used some strength.

"Of course not."

It hurt to be pinched, and Lydia looked up at him, and a hint of resentment flashed in her eyes, "You weren't interested in this at all before, and I couldn't go find another man."

"I'm afraid it's not uninteresting."

Mellen replied meaningfully, keeping her eyes on her, as if something was coming out of her eyes, entangled with Lydia, who was just as she was.

Even, the eyes of the two seem to be magnetic, attracting each other, getting closer and closer......

"yes, I'm suspicious of that, too."

The nun with a vicious temperament like a snake and scorpion became gentle as water at this moment, staring at Meren infatuately, but her eyes were blazing, as if two thick flames were burning.

"Now think about it, did my husband become a eunuch because he was killed, or did he deliberately make himself a eunuch because he didn't want to touch me?"

"Which one do you think is more likely?"

"I'm afraid it's the latter......

A murmuring sound sounded close at hand, accompanied by a scorching breath of breath.

Lydia, who was originally short Melen, began to quietly change her appearance at this time, her originally long black hair quickly turned into a beautiful gold like the sun's rays, her relatively short body slowly increased in height, her body was slender, and finally she became an extremely tall appearance. ….

Even a head taller than Mellen, in turn.

"Because of this,"

With a smile on her lips, she shifted her body to sit on her desk, her white, blackened nails lifted her hands on the shoulders of the black-haired boy, and with a little force, pressed him against the chair beneath her.

"Because in this way, you can save something for now......

The hoarse voice was full of feminine charm and made Melen take a deep breath.

Feeling an intoxicating fragrance rushing into his nose and then spreading in his body, the annoyance he had not been long ago had been thrown out of the clouds.

Because she wanted to understand something, the nun who let go of her knot had now regained her true nature, and her every move was no longer like a resentful woman

It's cold, but it's full of charm like a fairy.

Mellen didn't think she should resist her.

As a result, the atmosphere here is getting hotter and hotter.

In the dim light, the two were very close, and the tall and bewitching beauty sat sideways on the surface of the desk in front of Melun, and condescendingly held Melun's cheeks with both hands.

And as she began to lower her head, the long blond hair was scattered because of her posture, messy like a waterfall, hiding the two faces that were getting closer and closer.

Some faint sounds of water leak out of the "waterfall" from time to time.

……

Fort St. Grant is a very old wizarding school.

But old doesn't mean old-fashioned.

The school's teaching style has always been known for its pioneering and innovative teaching style.

Therefore, since the birth of the flying broomstick, a magical item, the related flying class has become an optional course for wizard students.

Alyssa was taking the class with her roommate and good friend Catherine at this time.

It's just that she originally performed well, but at a moment, she trembled, as if she was shocked on the spot.

That's not a good situation.

Because she was flying high in the air on a broom at this time, and the appearance of this special state directly interrupted the connection between her and the broom under her.

Even, the blonde girl who was originally walking through the gap in the sea of clouds at a speed that was neither fast nor slow fell down suddenly.

Thanks to the fact that this teaching broom has been modified by the professors of the school and has a strict emergency protection mechanism, the fall only lasted for a second or two, and then immediately stopped.

However, although the magical power stored in the broom kept it floating in mid-air, the slender girl on the broom still looked like she was in a trance.

The small mouth opened slightly, and the face, which had been a little white from the cold because it was too high, began to become rosy inexplicably.

"What's wrong with you, Elisa?"

Catherine, who was flying alongside, frowned at this and asked.

"I, uh...... Nothing."

Leaning over the broomstick, Alyssa clutched the wooden pole in front of her with both hands, and when she looked sideways at her friend, she didn't know if it was too windy or something else, and her response seemed to be slurred.

"I'm just a little, a little dizzy......

"Dizzy?"

Mrs. Chelsea, whose name is Catherine, who is actually a mother in disguise, was stunned when she heard this, and then urged the flying broom to shake, and she behaved extremely skillfully, and carried the girl who was supported on the broom alone into her arms. ….

"Maybe it's too high."

Madame didn't think much of it for a moment, "I'll send you down first."

"Hmm...... Okay, okay."

The girl who was hugged in her arms replied with difficulty, and the posture that should have been sitting upright because of the good aristocratic education she had received since she was a child seemed a little rickety.

His hands clutched the broom pole in front of him, cowering, and his slender and good-looking willow eyebrows were tangled together, as if he was in abdominal pain.

"If you bear with me, you'll be on the ground in no time."

Mrs. Chelsea, who was sitting behind her, crossed her shoulders and could clearly see her daughter's hands with so hard that even the green tendons were popping out, even looking a little scary on the surface of her fair skin.

This made her heart anxious, how dare she hesitate, and immediately manipulate the broom to turn around and swoop towards the hazy gray surface below!

The reason why the speed was too fast, the wind kept blowing in the face, and the little face of Alyssa, who was hugged in front of her, was tense, and there were some intermittent sounds in the nasal cavity one after another.

However, the strange thing is that when they reached the ground, the girl's abnormal state suddenly disappeared, and she was no longer willing to ask the lady to check it.

"Are you sure you're okay?"

Mrs. Chelsea felt a little strange as she looked at her young daughter, whose face was flushed and her body had regained her graceful posture.

"I'm really fine, Catherine."

Alyssa replied in a low voice, as if she was a little ashamed, "Maybe it's because the position was too high just now, and it will be fine as soon as you get back to the ground."

"That's right."

Madame looked at her scrutinically, but didn't see anything special, so she breathed a sigh of relief, "But just in case, you better go back and rest first, don't take this class, I'll help you and the teacher ask for leave."

"Okay, thank you Catherine."

Alyssa didn't refuse, and after shyly smiling at the other party, she turned around and walked in the direction of the dormitory.

However, she seemed to underestimate the severity of some of the situation, and before she had taken a few steps, her legs suddenly went limp, as if caught off guard, and she almost fell to the ground.

Catherine, who hadn't taken her eyes off her, saw this and hurriedly ran over to help.

"You're not in a normal state right now,"

She said in a serious tone, "I'll take you to the infirmary!"

"No, not Catherine."

The blonde girl bit her lower lip, as if she knew what was going on, but she was paralyzed like mud and had no strength.

"I'll sit down for a while, yes, it should be fine."

As soon as she spoke, sweat began to overflow her forehead, and her state seemed to become more serious, and she was even a little panting.

"Don't be careless."

Madame's tone became extremely stern as a result, "This special symptom appears inexplicably, it is inevitable that it involves black magic, you should have taken Professor Letor's class, why don't you care at all like a child?"

Because she cared too much, she completely forgot that her current performance was a bit "shallow".

However, the interesting thing is that Alyssa is obviously not in a state at the moment, and she is not even aware of the abnormal attitude of her friends next to her. ….

"Who's going to hurt me?"

She squirmed, as if something hard to say, "I feel, I feel fine."

"How do you feel?"

Catherine's eyebrows furrowed when she heard this, "How can you trust your feelings?"

"But, but I ......."

Alyssa snorted in embarrassment, but finally didn't say anything more.

It's just that with those blue eyes that started at some point and became watery, looking at the "friend" who was close at hand, biting the teeth of the lower lip quite hard, as if he was enduring something.

Subsequently, the blonde girl was picked up by her "friend" in the posture of a princess, and when she hurried to the infirmary, not only did she not resist at all, but even buried her little head in her friend's arms, and her whole body continued to tremble, as if she was snorting in pain.

Mrs. Chelsea suspected that it might be some kind of change in her daughter's unique bloodline.

This made her expression full of seriousness.

Especially, as she hugged Alyssa for a long time, she found that the part of the black blood in her body began to be restless.

A very subtle feeling, so it quietly spread to the whole body, making her heart feel as if she was pressed by a big stone, and her thoughts were tense.

It's just that, under this solemn emotion, she couldn't help but feel a little suspicious.

Because of this feeling, it seems to be somewhat familiar......

Suspicious, she wanted to think about it carefully, but before she could take a few steps, the restlessness of the black blood in her body inexplicably subsided a little, and the girl in her arms also sighed lightly, as if there was no burden of some kind.

This change left Mrs. Chelsea a little stunned, and she was not sure if her daughter had "recovered" now.

The next moment, her hesitant thought vanished.

Because before she could ask anything, Elisa, who had relaxed, suddenly let out a muffled snort with her nose, and her little white hand tightly grasped her collar.

"Melun ......"

The unbearable whisper seemed to be full of a strong sense of love and dependence, like a thunderbolt, startling the cut

Mrs. Elsie jumped.

"W-what the hell is going on?"

She couldn't help but ask about the Holy Spirit in her body.

The Holy Spirit was a little reluctant to speak.

Because the black blood in Madame's body began to be agitated again, the corresponding feelings caused by it were transmitted to her thoughts synchronously, making her become a little emotionally trance.

However, after calming down a little, she became angry instead.

"Where are you, your sister?"

Obviously, she knew where the problem was coming from.

"My sister?"

Mrs. Chelsea was stunned by this, and she was about to ask what this had to do with Lydia, but then she suddenly realized something.

Lydia and Alyssa in her arms are connected by blood.

Although I don't know how close this connection is, since the Holy Spirit mentioned it, it goes without saying that it must be my own unconscious sister who has begun to rely on this connection to influence Alyssa again.

This was not uncommon, Lydia had been behind the scenes before they even enrolled.

It's just that because of Mellen at that time, she didn't succeed.

And now......

After figuring this out, Madame's face immediately became gloomy.

She then set out to go to Meren, to ask where Lydia was being held.

However, the restless black blood in her body made the process of her journey a little difficult.

At that time, the inexplicable state that subsided and emerged from time to time, like a tide, rose and fell, making her more and more powerless, and the original vigorous pace gradually slowed down.

In the end, holding her daughter, she couldn't help but snort, staggered, and sat directly on the ground!

Fortunately, when she left the flying class teaching square, she cast an invisibility spell on herself and Alyssa, so that this embarrassed appearance did not attract others to see.

But looking at the small red face of the girl in her arms, as if it was steaming, and feeling the inexplicable blurred state of the Holy Spirit in her body, Mrs. Chelsea became more and more angry.

"This damn ***!"

"What the hell is she doing!?"

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