"Ivan, Ivan, how are you? What is this?

Aisha raised her hand and slapped at the lightning that flashed with a strange black light, and she didn't even have gloves on!

"Don't!" Ivan blurted out. He stared at Aisha in a daze, as if he was afraid that in the blink of an eye, Aisha would disappear.

Shouldn't Aisha be staying with Xiulin in Idgaraxiu? How could she be in the wizard's castle and wear the same traveling cloak as the patrolling wizard!

"Don't move. The crow turned his head and glanced back, closed the door, and walked briskly, "This seems to be ...... What kind of magic, right? It's so troublesome, how can there be such a thing?"

"How do you get rid of this?" Aisha looked up at the crow in a panic, and the crow stretched out his thumb and pointed behind him, "The wizard's stuff can only be solved by the scholar." Hey Ivan, I've got to go out and get the scholar back, you two stay here for a while. ”

“...... No. Ivan shifted his gaze to the raven. He was still confused, and he didn't understand the situation at all. Those things can be asked later, though.

"Can you help me untie the rope?"

As soon as the words fell, the crow's hand slammed into the realm of magic, like a falcon leaping into the water, stirring up a lightning bolt of black light, and then, with an unstoppable impact, the sharp dagger cut the knots on Ivan's wrists and ankles at a very precise angle. Ivan picked up the dagger that had fallen to the ground and carved the first rune on the floor.

"Huh?" Aisha's eyes widened.

"This should be the magic of wind and earth, I seem to have seen some runes, I don't know if I can lift them. Ivan said as he shook his wrist. After a few runes were engraved, a faint red light suddenly lit up between the runes.

Seeing this, Aisha immediately stretched out her hand to the crow.

"What more runes are you going to engrave?" she asked anxiously, "I, can I help you?"

In a room near the tower on the east side of the castle, Sylvia sat at a small round table covered with a black cloth.

This small round table is similar to the one in Algernon's storage room, and can be used for divination, crystal balls, and the like. There's one more thing underneath Sylvia's crystal ball, though. The golden wrist wheel, which is not visible as a material, still has a crystal clear feeling in an unlit room.

Sylvia's fingertips trembled.

As the boy fell on top of her, she touched the wrist chakra he had hidden in his sleeve again. The first time she noticed that he was also carrying a bracelet-like thing, Sylvia was a little surprised, not because it was strange for a boy to wear a bracelet, but because the bracelet itself was strange, it was just a feeling of Sylvia. Sometimes, Sylvia would suddenly notice something, as she herself said, it was a witch's intuition.

Perhaps it was the witch's instincts that caused Syvia to quickly remove the wrist chakra and hide it on herself before Elder Algernon approached. Algernon unceremoniously reprimanded her and had her hers driven back to her room, not realizing that the wrist chakra had been taken.

Sylvia was now sitting in her room, staring blankly at the reflection of the wrist chakra in the crystal ball, like a crescent moon. Voices and vague images came back to her mind over and over again.

Jewelry, especially gemstone jewelry, is a wonderful thing, when the material containing natural energy is often in contact with the human body, it often carries the breath of that person, the memory of that person.

Sylvia, on the other hand, is better at finding these memories.

“...... Ivan will be my little brother from now on......"

“...... In short, you are my little brother, and my little brother should listen to my sister......"

“...... Ivan, what should I do......"

“...... Thank you, Ivan......"

......

The hazy girl's voice made Sylvia's eyes hazy, and her heart seemed to be blocked with something warm and heavy, trying to see it carefully but accidentally touching a trace of hidden sourness and desolation. That girl is as likable as the early spring sunshine, but why does she still have a touch of sadness? It's like falling into the abyss little by little, using up all your qiē to find salvation, that sad longing.

No!

Don't lose your memory!

Don't forget the jì ...... What a time we've spent together!

Wishes as soft and fragile as a breeze are buried deep in the golden wrist chakra, like an eternal spell that can never be shaken off.

It never occurred to me that the magicians, who were regarded as terrible enemies by their wizards, would also have soft memories deep down.

If you think about it, that boy doesn't look like a bad guy at all!

Although he choked Sylvia's neck, he quickly let go, and he still looked confused. In the short encounter, he had countless opportunities to kill Sylvia, and even if he killed Sylvia, he could sneak into the castle, but he didn't mean to hurt Sylvia until the end.

It's not because I want to ask about the whereabouts of the clerk, it's because my identity is exposed. Even his anger stems from being driven to the point of desperation. When Sylvia found out that he possessed more powerful magic than herself, the panic from her heart made Sylvia lose her mind all of a sudden, but, but it had come to this point, the sword in his hand still only split Sylvia's staff!

"Brother, what should I do!"

Every time she didn't know what to do, Sylvia would think of her brother, although she wouldn't admit it, but she knew that her brother always had a better way than her. If my brother was here, he would have thought of a very good way! The bitter taste of sourness permeated Sylvia's chest, not only because of the memories of the boy, but also because of Sylvia's own inability to let go.

I killed him like that.

There was not even malice in the boy's eyes. Sylvia was now willing to believe that what he said was true...... He just wanted to save the clerk and didn't want to kill anyone.

But I killed him!

Sylvia frowned, and her heart began to ache faintly. When she tries to find other people's memories through objects, she will always be affected by other people's memories as if she has been poisoned. But those memories are meaningless, Algernon will definitely kill him, and Ulysses will not let him go!

Sylvia staggered to her feet, so hard that the high-backed chair behind her collapsed, and she grabbed the golden wrist wheel on the table. There is no meaning, there is no meaning, there is no meaning in the qiē that belongs to that boy! Forget all these memories! Anyway, he is a magician, an enemy of a wizard!

However, just as Sylvia was about to slam her wrist chakra against the wall, a strange sensation came into her palm.

This is......

Sylvia froze in place, her eyes wide.