Ferenze has always been a kind centaurs.

He has a unique tolerance and gentleness towards children, and even if his people are not very kind to human 'foals', he treats each child as gently as possible, even if they are sometimes a little too naughty.

However, such an attitude did not come to Connor.

Perhaps inadvertently, the centaur soothsayer had put the boy on an equal footing.

"What's going on here?"

"Hmm...... How to describe it? ”

Connor just shook his head helplessly at the slightly wary gaze of the centaurs.

"It just happened that there was some accident."

"Accident?"

However, not to mention Ferenze, even the foals who have not set foot in society will not believe it.

Can accidents really cause this?

Ferenze couldn't help but look around again, but before he could continue to pay attention, a breeze slowly swept in.

It's Connor.

When the centaur looked back at the center, the wizard boy had raised his slightly immature hand.

The centaurs, who were already close to nature, felt a sense of vitality, and the previously collapsed vegetation and trees decayed at an incredible rate, while the seeds that fell to the ground took root and sprouted at the same rate.

This is definitely not the 'recovery charm' that wizards often use to deal with the aftermath, and Ferenze can feel that the woodland is gradually recovering, and the vegetation that seems to have been restored is completely replanted.

In a few moments, the entire ruins had been completely restored, and although it was slightly different from before, it was perfectly part of the Forbidden Forest.

"I think I've done a good job of remedying it, and I haven't disturbed the ecology here."

"It's not that serious."

Ferenze spoke.

But soon, his gaze shifted to the white-haired girl again.

"So, what is the situation before ......?"

"It's a kind of magical riot."

Connor replied calmly.

"She had an unusual childhood...... As for specific matters, in order to respect the parties, I will not explain or express any opinions without authorization. ”

"Of course, I'm not so cunning as to delve into the foals' secrets, I'm just here to find out what's going on outside."

"Now, you've got that answer."

"Indeed, I've got the answer."

After slowly taking his eyes off the girl's dazzling silver hair, Ferenze looked at Connor.

"An answer you told me, child of nature."

“……”

"I hope you understand what you're doing."

"Of course I do."

"Good."

Eventually, the handsome centaur retreated back into the jungle.

But before he could run away, Connor's reminder came from behind him:

"By the way, tell your settlement for me, if the matter of the eight-eyed giant spider goes well, it will be dealt with tonight."

"I will pass on this good news to my people."

With a trampling sound, the centaurs vanished into the depths of the Forbidden Forest.

The lush and pristine forest provides the most basic natural protection for the life that lives in it, and Ferencze's figure is quickly sheltered and retreats into the shadow of the forest.

And after seeing him at all, Connor turned to look at his classmates:

"So, are you okay?"

And after a moment of silence, the girl slowly opened her eyes.

"It's okay."

She whispered.

There is no anger, no fragility or panic, only a rationality that overrides all sensibility.

"I seem to have caused you a lot of trouble."

"Actually, it's not a big problem, but I'm worried about whether it will cause you any sequelae."

"Nope."

Isobel shook his head.

"Actually, apart from being a little tired, I felt better than ever, without the voices that echoed in my head, and she didn't call anything more...... Looks like you're scared. ”

"But it's not a good development."

Connor shook his head.

Confronted by Morag, he was well aware of the woman's character.

"She's a beast that may hold back for a moment, but will soon come back."

What fills her mind is a kind of wildness and paranoia that seems to be engraved in her bones.

"Without rational restraint, things can get very bad, not only for your body, but also for a lot of turmoil."

"I know ......"

Isobel took a deep breath.

"I'm going to try to control it as much as I can."

Using reason to suppress instinct and wildness should be a normal and inevitable path for wizards, but it is a little different when it comes to Isobel.

It's just that there is actually a little bit of a problem with her statement.

"I don't think what you need to do is to control ...... Or rather, to suppress her. ”

"You mean to accept her, right?"

Isobel wasn't stupid, and she certainly understood what Hod was trying to convey.

"You are one, whether it is you or Morag, or the weakness that has been pinched and cut out, when it all comes together, that is who you really are."

"Yes, that's really me...... But when the time comes, will I still be me? ”

Oh no, the problem is completely in Connor's blind spot.

When sanity, wildness and vulnerability are fully combined, what will happen to her?

Connor wasn't clear about that—at least she didn't feel she should know as much as Isobel herself.

And in terms of attitude, this matter seems not optimistic.

"You know what? When I opened my eyes, all I had in my head was the things I had to do about my mother, and what kind of person I used to be......"

At this point, she just shook her head.

"I didn't feel too much...... It's like reading a story novel and reading between the lines to extract some adjectives. ”

It sounds a little sad, and there is also a kind of helplessness that swells outward from the heart.

"Do you still have memories of the past?"

"Remember, I know what I did to be like this, it's just ...... It's just that now I feel like I'm missing a certain touch. ”

Although they didn't mention those things positively, they undoubtedly expressed her thoughts.

It's an attitude of rejection.

And that's precisely the hardest part.

"Are you thinking about what I said earlier?"

"Uh-huh."

"I didn't try to deceive you, but in my opinion, she is the emotional individual I cut out, and the emotions that represent extremes and paranoia."

"But she also told me that you were the sanity she cut out."

"Perhaps, we shouldn't count ourselves as ourselves."

After pouring out her inner thoughts, Isobel looked squarely at the boy who was standing.

"What do you think I should do?"