Morag.

She is the cheerful side of Isobel, and part of the existence that the girl cuts out, represents emotions, and acts as an 'emotional engine' to perform magic.

There was no cowardice, no hesitation, and in retrospect, her existence was actually very subtle, like a wild beast that was not restrained.

It used to be fine, but when 'Isobel' lost her purpose, her presence became more conspicuous and arrogant.

"Your eyes seem strange, have I done something bad?"

Just as Connor was silent thinking, he heard the girl's voice.

Looking up, Morag was still looking at him with a smile.

"Nothing."

"No, no, no, it's nothing."

Unlike Isobel, Morag is extremely expressive.

By the time Connor shook her head in denial, she had already stretched out her index finger and dangled it in front of Connor, apparently emphasizing her presence.

"The look in your eyes tells me that you are very wary of me."

"Why should I be wary of you?"

"Because...... This one. ”

Morag casually reached out and gently stroked the trees to the side.

But then, with a burst of black smoke, a huge gap suddenly appeared in the originally vigorous giant tree.

"Boom"

There was no wand, no incantation, and the horror was there.

Suddenly, the giant tree collapsed, and the birds that had been resting on the branches fled one after another, and one after another chirped as if to convey some terrible message.

Seeing this scene, although Connor's expression did not change violently, his brows were tightly locked.

Looking at the fallen trees, he slowly raised his head to look at the flying sparrows.

They chirped and refused to leave for a long time, which was clearly a complaint, and finally one landed on Connor's head.

"yes, I see."

Gently holding up the little sparrow on his head, the boy raised his hand and let it fly.

Then he walked slowly to the edge of the fallen tree, and reached out to caress the huge gap that had protruded.

It's incredibly flat and doesn't have any small chips.

Compared to simply chopping with an axe or blade, it is more like a piece that is missing suddenly.

And more importantly, it's not a curse, it's pure magic - no spells, no wands, and the effect can be achieved with a single gesture.

It's like the effect of a 'Magical Riot', where a single thought can make the glass of existence disappear, and a mere glance can bend and twist the spoon.

It's a similar phenomenon.

It's just that most children can't notice this, and even if they are emotional, they can be easily soothed.

But Morag is different, and when Isobel chooses to cut out an emotional engine like hers, she becomes an emotional combination without the slightest sense to speak of.

There is no hesitation, no vulnerability, and those emotions that belong to a little girl and can reach extremes will be reflected in her.

No control is required.

All it takes is the mind.

"What do you think of that power? From my point of view, I can turn you like that at any time...... Or simply let you disappear into this world. ”

The words echoed behind him like a joke, and every word revealed a childish threat.

But the only difference is that Morag has no scruples, and she does that.

"The Silent ......"

Connor slowly uttered the word.

At first, he still had some doubts about this and was not completely sure about this kind of thing.

But after seeing Morag's performance, he was completely sure what it was.

Although Connor didn't know if Isobel's 'cutting' involved the soul level, there was no doubt that she had raised a monster.

Turning back around, Connor stared at the girl who was still smiling.

"The Silent One? Is that what you call me? ”

"No, it's a general term for beings like you...... Although you don't have as many negative emotions as a regular silent person. ”

Connor responded.

"It's a novelty."

Listening to her response, he just asked while thinking:

"Don't you know that?"

"I don't know, whether it's Isobel or I, we don't know."

"That's really strange, I thought you valued the power of the Silent One to become like this, and your current situation feels like someone is behind your back."

"Huh? Want to talk to me? ”

Not caring about Connor's superficial temptation, she asked rhetorically.

"It can be thought that after all, Mooran itself is difficult to cultivate artificially, it is more like a 'specialty' born in a certain environment, and it is the product of the complete explosion of negative emotions that have been accumulated in the hearts of wizards for a long time...... I wonder who is so cruel as to artificially breed such a thing. ”

"Then you're wrong, I think I'm okay."

Morag waved his hand.

And looking at her attitude, it doesn't seem like she's lying or holding on.

Meanwhile......

"You don't deny that this method was taught to you by someone else?"

"Hiss......"

Seeing Connor ask again, Morag couldn't help but frown.

She felt that the course of events was completely different from what she had imagined.

"Honestly, I don't like to see your face."

Compared with the calm Isobel, she seems to be more naïve, and she will say anything unpleasant directly.

However, I'm afraid that no one will like this kind of character of hers.

Because she is also cruel and ruthless, without scruples.

'Click'

There was a loud bang, and Connor's wizarding robe was torn and his right sleeve was torn off, leaving only one arm.

Seeing this scene, Morag's eyes couldn't help but widen, and there was obvious curiosity in his scarlet eyes.

And Connor followed his gaze and glanced down at his cold arm:

"You want to cut off my hand?"

"I really want to, after all, who made you talk so much?"

"And more importantly, I didn't look as scared as you thought, did I?"

Without waiting for Morag to reply, Connor shook his head again.

"I kind of understand that you are willing to put certain actions into action for the sake of one of your thoughts, you like broomsticks, you like to be worshipped, you show a good performance in flying lessons, you want to make me scared, you want to threaten me here."

What stands out is a freewheeling.

But the problem is that without the restraint of reason, she doesn't know what is important at all.

"Can't you?"

Morag never thought he had done anything wrong.

Seeing her look like this, Connor just shook his head.

He decided on the next dose of fierce medicine:

"Isobel cut really thoroughly, and raised himself into a big problem."

"What did you say?"

At that moment, the smile on Morag's face completely disappeared.

"You say, I cut it out from her?"

"What's wrong?"

"Joke, why didn't I cut it out? Just a few words from her? ”

Covering her head, her eyes were already turning white, and the pair of magnificent rubies were soon swallowed up by a flick of white.

"Really...... It's annoying!! ”