After dinner, Margarita waved her hand, and the cutlery and table disappeared.

Lan En had now gone into the bathroom, saying he wanted to take a shower, and the situation had been so severe on the other side of the rift where the celestial spheres met that he had little effort to keep it clean.

Without even waving her hand, Tishaya automatically began to tidy up the originally somewhat messy Dean's bedroom.

By the way, she also placed the armor that Lann had taken off on the armor display shelf that Margarita had bought.

I said I hadn't cleaned it for a long time, but it didn't seem to smell like anything.

As the armor passed by, Tishaya subconsciously shrugged her nose, and then was stunned.

Margarita is well aware that the 'early years' in the context of Tishaya should span two hundred years.

"Lane's hand?" Margarita still didn't know, "What the hell is this?" You want to say that his hand has undergone some kind of magic? ”

Tishaya, on the other hand, still folded her hands in front of her lower abdomen, walked in a reserved and regular manner.

"You're saying it's some kind of divine power?"

Most of the time, the pornographic jokes between women are more excessive than those of men, and this atmosphere is even more exaggerated among the sorceresses who have always been open.

Two powerful sorceresses walked out of the room, and the flannel ball's dinner floated behind them.

Tishaya first helped the students fill in the missing knowledge before proceeding.

Tishaya pressed as she pressed back.

It's possible that the book will always be in the library of Eritusa.

Tishaya walked in front of Margarita, who was being controlled, and she couldn't tell if it was because of her strong desire to control, or if she didn't want her to notice the blush on her face.

"Your red face is impressive, Tishaya."

Tishaya's words made her think she was talking to the old witcher Viselmir described by Lane.

As for who is talking about the joke and who is looking in the mirror, they all have a point in their hearts.

Tishaya rubbed her fingers, and the warm sunlight on them vanished.

In a few minutes, the whole bedroom was tidy up.

If it was before, Margarita didn't talk about meat jokes with friends who had a good relationship with Tishaya and Yennefa.

"In our day, things weren't that absolute."

"Well, I didn't look closely. You know, Tishaya. I'm good at magic spells, but not analytical papers. ”

Margarita's lips pursed for a long time, and finally sighed.

But if Tishaya suddenly withdrew her magic and looked like she was going to 'speak well', then Margarita would understand—

Warlocks are the upper echelons of the human race, and this feeling is even stronger.

"The sound of water in the bathroom is fascinating, right? Imagine a stream of warm water flowing over that face, stroking the long silver hair and strong arms."

But Tishaya turned around abruptly after Margarita had finished speaking.

Humans have been the dominant race on this continent for a long time, and naturally there is a sense that the world is centered on me.

But while the tone is not good, he can still nod and greet the female warlock apprentices who pass by by with a flat expression.

Just looking at it is like bathing in warm sunshine.

If Tishaya still pressed her with magic, she wouldn't be so nervous, after all, she had been taught this lesson since she was a student.

Margarita, with a covered plate hovering behind her, walked out of the room.

And the apprentices are obviously very comfortable with this kind of scene where the two deans appear at the same time.

Tishaya, who didn't look back, just lifted her two fingers and placed them next to the side of her face.

"No, nothing." Tishaya's self-contained and ascetic face remained calm. "I'll come with you, Rita."

The overwhelmingly powerful magic and technology instantly made Margarita walk squarely.

As she spoke, Tishaya suddenly sighed.

Most of them don't know anything, but use their mouths full of divine words to deceive the ignorant and shallow farmers, and sell amulets or straw men that only have a psychological comfort effect.

Margarita teased her teacher.

Compared with a warlock who can maintain his youth and passion by various means, a witcher who relies entirely on the mutation of his body to resist the erosion of time will obviously have a more elderly mentality.

And Tishaya, who taught her, will show this kind of appearance.

- How did I teach you to be such an unlearned guy?

"I remember that before I left office, I recommended that you read my book, 'On Another Spellcaster Other Than Warlocks.'"

Although now Iretusa has clarified the fact of the existence of the gods through Lan's experience. But the tide is not so easy to reverse.

Turning around, he waved his hand, gesturing with the magic of chaos to make the magic smoother.

Behind her, Margarita could only see that there was a golden glow on those two fingers.

"You, why do you look at me like that?"

Even the old men who are regular customers of the 'special services' in the tavern will probably blush-faced like a young man who has never seen the world if he has the opportunity to hear the night talk in the apprenticeship's dormitory in Eretusa.

It's as if I suddenly realized that my behavior was inappropriate.

However, Margarita, who was clearly aware of the existence of the Lady of the Lake, was clearly much more accepting than the other new generation of warlocks.

Tishaya glanced at Margarita with a look that was familiar to her.

"Here's what I rubbed into that moment."

There is no more bewitching and ambiguous look like a drunken rose.

If Tishaya really didn't think anything and didn't react to Lan's face and personality, she could now talk to Margarita for hours without blinking an eye, until her mouth was dry.

"Are you going to tell me that you haven't turned it over at all?"

Tishaya didn't say a word, just looked at her proud, and at the same time a little headache with a strange look.

It's like a child who hasn't gone to school complains about the difficulty of life in the face of adults who have been beaten by society.

"Yes, Divine Power." Tishaya said lightly, "Some kind of divine power with a sunny nature. It's completely different from the lady of the lake, except it's all golden. ”

Some people say jokes, some people look in the mirror.

"I'm going to bring food to the kitten. Tishaya, you seem to be blushing a little, did you drink too much just now? ”

"Don't be shy, teacher."

The witch doctors and goddesses in the village are even less worthy of respect, and the most capable of them are only by eating hallucinogenic mushrooms and smelling herbs and incense to make their spirits come into contact with the magic of chaos.

Although Margarita admits that she is not as knowledgeable as her teacher, she does not feel that the gap is so large.

Tishaya's theoretical book apparently did not make much of a splash at the time.

"It's . What? ”

"Bishop of Cliff."

And among the new generation of humans and the new generation of warlocks, there are even fewer people who have heard of it.

It was only a few hundred years ago that humans landed on this continent and discovered the magic of chaos.

When she was still in the apprenticeship stage, although her talent was already extraordinary, her sloppy personality still caused her to make mistakes in front of some basic problems from time to time.

"Before I get to the meat joke, Rita. Let's take a look at this first. ”

"You new generation of warlocks are too young to see anything really big. So much so that after seeing the power of the novelty, he dared to subconsciously think that it was some kind of magic. ”

"Oh?"

Margarita laughed as she leaned on Tishaya's shoulder.

In the eyes of a new generation of warlocks, these spellcasters are the ones who search for magic and supernatural powers with rigorous logic and boundless wisdom.

She tilted her head and asked the teacher questions.

Tishaya, on the other hand, squinted her eyes slightly, and her tone was not good.

"It was a book from my early years that explored the sources of the magical power of religious personnel attached to the gods. There is a further conjecture about the existence of gods. ”

"Cliff's what?"

The former Dean turned a deaf ear and completely used magic to take over the actions of the current Dean.

Speaking of this, Margarita's eyes flickered.

If it weren't for Tishaya's reading mission, perhaps Margarita wouldn't have known about the book's existence.

Margarita felt a lot lower even in her blood under the golden sunlight.

"You've drunk too much, Rita."

But before was before, and now is now.

So I didn't care much about it.

The druids and the priests are nothing more than a group of neurotics who are withdrawn, or fanatical, or both, and who have 'accidentally' leveraged their magic through their neurotic minds.

The magic that controlled Margarita's movements was also canceled by her.

In order to better tease Tishaya, Margarita even specially chose a title that she didn't use for a long time to call Tishaya.

"Just now when I was eating, my hand rubbed against Lan En's hand, remember?"

In the eyes of the older generation of warlocks like Tishaya, there is more power in this world than magic, because they have lived through a time when humans have not yet established themselves on the continent.

Margarita smiled teasingly.

Eighty percent of myself made a 'big mistake' in the eyes of the teacher.

In short, Tishaya's tone was well controlled, as calm and wise as ever.

Margarita chuckled a little uncomfortably.

Before Margarita could continue in a provocative tone, Tishaya interrupted her with a tense face.

"Nope! How so? Ha, haha! I remember that in that book you discussed the priests of Meritelli, and the priest of Freya, and Cliff."

She could hear the 'not very concerned' in Margarita's words.

"Tishaya! Don't take it so seriously! ”

"Don't say such old-fashioned things, Tishaya. It looks like you're getting old. ”

Tishaya had taken her great-grandmother as an apprentice, but the age gap was not reflected in their skin and body due to supernatural powers.

But lies don't hurt, the truth is the quick knife.

"Let me make sure, Rita."

Tishaya did not answer Margarita's question, but instead circled and examined the uncomfortable Margarita with that reserved and rigorous pace.

(End of chapter)