When the lady heard Huron's address to her, her body froze, but the ice crystals condensed in her hands shone even brighter, and her face became very strange.

"Little ghost, I didn't expect you to be able to make up such outrageous lies in order to survive, I feel like you and that clown from Dotore have a fight in the area where your brain is not normal." The lady's face was full of banter.

Huron was also embarrassed at this time, did he admit his mistake? Isn't that a big deal? Not necessarily, or is it possible that the woman in front of her is the reincarnation of Teacher Rosalyn?

Forget it, since you dare to make trouble in the Knights, then whether it is Rosalyn herself or not, she will have to pay the corresponding price, and it is always right to give her a dismount first.

Thinking of this, a small flame knife also ignited in his hand, and the boiling hot wind hit the lady's face like a tide, and the mocking expression on her face was washed away at once.

"What!? You little ghost, how could it be? The lady looked at the ice crystals in her hands that were rapidly melting by the heat wave and the Favonius Knight around her as they gradually escaped from the ice, and her face was shocked.

What's going on, why is it that all of a sudden the situation is toppling?

Huron divided the flame knife in his hand into four parts, and turned his head to aim at the limbs of the woman in front of him, so that if she dared to move rashly, she would never move again.

He still had a way of telling if the woman in front of him was the same Teacher Rosalyn.

If it really just looks alike, then even if he wastes his feelings, he must give her a lesson that he will never forget in her life.

Take a deep breath.

"Rosalyn Cruzhika Lohefaat, that's the name of that person, and her lover, Rustin, the former deputy head of the Knights of Favonius."

When Huron heard the man's name be pronounced, the woman's expression immediately changed from astonishment to utter consternation.

"How could it be, this name, how would you know!!"

"Shhhh

Perhaps influenced by Giron, Huron now hates being interjected when he speaks.

Although the hysterical performance of the woman in front of her just made Huron a little shaken, it was not enough to prove her identity, and it may also be a trick played in a hurry.

So Huron raised the temperature of the flame knife in his hand wildly, and the scorching air currents that surrounded it made it difficult for the already weak lady to breathe.

"Ahem! Cough! Cough! ”

And this also forced the Knights of Favonius, who had been surrounded here and ready to support at any time, to retreat to the corner.

"500 years ago, in order to raise funds for further studies in Sumeru, Teacher Rosalyn and her lover came to the Ilon Loka family to teach the family's children magic and swordsmanship."

"Aemon... Luo... Card, is it... What is this little ghost!? The lady gasped, and the astonishment in her heart grew stronger.

How could there be such a coincidence in the world.

"In the beginning, Ms. Rosalyn taught me my first fire magic."

Huron then pressed several flaming knives at the woman, tormented by the blinding light and extremely high temperatures of my self.

"Now, show me that if you were really Teacher Rosalyn, you should be able to do it very easily, but if you can't even do this kind of thing, then... You'd better lie down for a few more days. ”

The hand points downward.

The thin heat from the flame knife pressed again, and this time, it almost completely took away the lady's right to breathe.

"Is this little ghost really? However, this is unreasonable, obviously after a detailed investigation before, since the last sword-bearer of their family took away the sword and completely disappeared, the foundation of the Imaunoka family should have been defeated by other descendants. ”

The questions in the lady's mind are piling up.

"This little ghost..."

But the current situation no longer allows her to think, and if she waits like this, she will be starved of oxygen.

If you want to see it this way, then it is as you wish!

The lady half-revealed the flaming mask on her face, propped up her weak body, and used all her strength to condense a broken fire butterfly in her hand.

She certainly won't forget.

Or maybe she's the witch of fire.

She doesn't forget any of the magic she's unleashed.

When the fire butterfly, which was as tattered as garbage, appeared, the surrounding heat instantly dissipated, and the cold air poured into the lungs again.

Rosalyn gulped greedily into this hard-won fresh oxygen.

Huron crouched down, grabbed the lady's left hand with one hand, and extradited the fire butterfly into his palm.

"Fire Butterfly, this is the first magic you gave me, obviously the Fire Butterfly was the size of a colt when it spread its wings, but now it is ......"

A glimmer of light flickered in Huron's eyes, and the fire element slowly poured into the dying fire butterfly in his palm.

Almost the next moment, the shattered Fire Butterfly turned its head and ate its tattered wings, then spat out of its mouth and wrapped itself in a cocoon of burning flesh.

Slowly hold this cocoon in the palm of your hand.

Then he looked at Teacher Rosalyn who had fallen to the ground with a solemn face.

It's her, but it feels completely different.

"Teacher Rosalyn, why, why did you become like this? Obviously, you were so kind at that time, even if you were to my brothers and sisters who were not angry, you still patiently taught. ”

"What changed you?"

Huron looked at the weak rose on the ground, which he could never reconcile with Teacher Rosalyn 500 years ago.

"Heh... Haha!! The lady's chest trembled as if she had heard some joke.

"You say I teach them patiently? Scold! What is there to teach those rotten trees that have maggots, and now that I think about it, it is better to use my knowledge to teach them than to feed the pigs, and make no mistake, I only taught you magic for your family's money. ”

The woman struggled to her feet, and pressed her fingers against Huron's chest.

"That fat pig-like big brother of yours, who knew to look at me and smirk all day long, who couldn't see the dirty thoughts in his head, if it wasn't for your father's entrustment, I would have burned him to ashes in the first place."

When Huron heard the teacher speak ill of his dumb brother, he couldn't help but rejoice in his heart, because it at least made sure that the teacher's spirit was not controlled now, and that she was now her truest appearance.

"And your second brother who is late every day and my sister who is away from home all day, one sleeps every time she comes to my class, and the other only sees her twice in class at all, bringing different men back every day, which really humiliates me as a teacher."

"As for what you say I've been changed by?"

The lady slowly straightened up and slowly approached Huron until the distance between the two was less than half an arm's length.

"Isn't the fairy tale that has spread throughout Teyvat very clear?"

The little warrior stole his mother's sword and went up the mountain alone to defeat the dragon that had devastated Mondstadt.

Rustan, why didn't you even write a tale written by a bard, when you fought until the last minute for Mondstadt?

Thinking so, a tear appeared in the corner of Rosalyn's eye.

"Although I don't know why you, who have been missing for 500 years, suddenly appeared now."

"But I was also very curious back then, why are you so different from them, obviously you have the blood of the hero Imonloca, why are you the only one who became a hero?"