The curtains flutter softly, like graceful tulle, gracefully dancing with the breeze.

Its flickering, faint shadow lingered over the paused bodies of Rogus and Alina.

"Do you want to come down first?" Rogers glanced sideways in the direction of the door.

He was "seriously injured" mentally and physically only yesterday, and even if the professors let him recover, he would have to show some weakness during the recovery period.

"And what if I don't come down?" Alina's body was leaning low, with a rare mischievous look in her eyes.

Silky strands of snow-white hair fell down Rogeth's face, tickling his cheeks and making him itch slightly.

"Then pretend to be asleep, she can always pick something to come to me when you are not there." Rogers casually brushed Alina's hair away, and said very indifferently.

This was very effective, and Alina only frowned slightly, and quickly turned over and got out of bed, and sat upright on the seat next to the bed.

Rogers also took the opportunity to stuff the book under the pillow, pulled up the thin quilt on the side and covered his body, and instantly turned into a weak teenager lying on the bed.

He reached out and flicked a small bell-shaped prop hanging from the bedside, signaling for anyone outside the door to enter.

The healing center will be equipped with different functions in the room for different types of patients, such as the Rutgers room, which has a soundproof barrier for quiet recuperation and props to indicate their own situation.

As soon as the bell sounded, Alice gently pushed the door open, and she was not surprised to see Alina, and after smiling and bowing her head, she fell on Rogers.

Because of her class requirements, she was not dressed in civilian clothes like Rogers, who was recuperating, and Alina, who was caring for the wounded, but was dressed in a proper college uniform.

There was a deep tiredness on his haggard face, a subtle shadow on his slender eyebrows, a redness and swelling on the rim of his eyes, and his bright eyes seemed to have completely lost their former brilliance.

The breeze poured in from the window blew inadvertently, stroking her loose hair, but instead of bringing a hint of lively movement, it became more messy and wrapped around her decadent countenance.

After turning around and closing the door, Alice did not continue to speak, but silently picked up the wooden chair placed in the corner, then placed it on the side of the bed, and sat down lightly.

Rogers was surprised to see the other party in such a sluggish state.

He had never seen Alice look like this in the game, and according to his impression, Alice might be sad, sad, and angry, but she would never be as numb as she is now.

Alina was no longer as aggressive to Alice as she used to be, but quietly peeled the oranges.

One after another, the carefully peeled oranges were placed by her in a clean tray.

In the middle of the night, Alice passed through her dry throat in a hoarse and weak voice, and whispered:

"Eunice is very sorry for what happened yesterday, and she wants me to tell you that she will also be going to the Braider Collar during the winter holidays, and has informed her family to prepare a generous gift as a gift for hurting you this time."

Rogers shook his head and sighed, and said very generously: "She's just controlled by evil spirits, this has nothing to do with her, so she doesn't need to feel guilty." ”

At the same time, he secretly speculated in his heart that the territory of the Eunice family was the same as the Deric family, and although the environment was not as good as that of the east, it had a prosperous trade route with foreign races.

After all, he helped her block the charge of hurting the saintess, and if she wants to be too stingy at that time, she will have to let her father come forward and ask for more.

Alice tried to keep her mouth open, but somehow fell silent again.

"Alice, regret doesn't bring anything more than immersing you in an unbearable past.

"If you continue like this, sooner or later it will grow into a demon that follows you with whips and thorns in its hands, and becomes a source of great pain.

"Do not let it obscure the echo of virtue, but try to make it a source of determination."

When Rogers saw Alice's appearance, he said something dispensable.

He didn't want Alice to understand anything, what happened yesterday was enough to change a lot.

The reason why I say this is just to express my attitude towards Alice.

"Sounds like something that an old sage would say." The corners of Alice's mouth barely raised, squeezing out an unnatural and stiff smile.

As if aware of the inappropriateness of this expression, her expression gradually returned to exhaustion, and after a little muttering, she continued to speak slowly:

"I owe you many, many things, and the heaviest of them is three lives."

Rogers was stunned when he heard this, yesterday's incident was barely counted once, according to Alice's temperament, it is likely that the freshman competition will also be counted, and this is the last one left......

"I heard early on about the fate of the locks and keys from the Vice Chancellor." Alice looked straight at Rogers, and a wry smile appeared on her face:

"At first, I kept running away, wanting to bury this thing in my heart so that I didn't have to think about it.

But the more I don't want to face it, the more it will come to my mind, and even in my dreams.

"And then as I kept recalling the scene of that day, as I continued to learn about magic, as I continued to fight in competitions or spell practice.

"I suddenly started to think about what would have happened if you hadn't turned sideways and tried to dodge my brother's punch......

"So gradually, I realized that I couldn't resent you, or what the Breed family had done.

"It was I who chose you, I who made you bear this shameful fate, I became the devil with whips and thorns in my hands, and I became the source of your pain.

"I want to apologize, but what's the use of apologizing? As you said, it doesn't bring anything more......"

Alice's words drifted through the space, as if the wind was still, not wanting to disturb her narration.

She didn't shy away from Alina's presence, and said so seriously, clear tears sliding down her face, but she didn't notice it in the slightest.

Rogers wanted to say that it wasn't her fault, that she didn't have to take everything on herself, but she knew that there was no value in the words.

He doesn't like heavy things, so he thinks about whether to use some witty words to break through the current dullness and at the same time restore the atmosphere of the past.

But reality never makes it easier because of jokes, it only makes it more cruel.

"Do you have any wishes?" Alice asked suddenly.

Alina put down the orange in her hand and looked at Rogus as well.

"Wishes? My wish is quite greedy, I want to live well, to live a little easier, longer, and free......" Rogers replied flatly.

"Then why are you still ......" Alice's face was confused at first, and then her words seemed to carry the same gentleness as before, and at the same time revealed a determination: "It will be done, I promise." ”

After saying that, she slowly got up, brushed her fingers over the tears on her face, and left the house.

Rogers watched her go, exhaled a deep breath, lifted the quilt and sat cross-legged on the bed, kneading his eyes with his fingers.

"What, are you distressed or regretful?" Alina handed him a clove of orange.

"It's so sour." Rogers chewed a few times and commented with disgust.

Alina didn't reply, she skillfully rubbed off her shoes with her feet, returned to the bed again, leaned against Rogers's side, and put a petal of orange into Rogers's mouth who took out the book and continued to read it again: "Not all oranges are so sweet. ”

"Professor Idrul promised me that he would teach me the magic of botany next semester, and I would definitely be able to sweeten all the oranges that came into my mouth." Rogers muttered as he ate.

The sky outside the window changes with the flow of time, and it silently looks down on the passage of things and the change of world.

Rufia also chose to take a leave of absence in the next few days, and stayed with Alina in Rogers' house every day.

The professors, after a busy day's work, came to Rogers to talk about various issues just as Alina and Lufia were back to their dorm.

Perhaps because Rutgers will be leaving school after the holidays, they are far more motivated than ever.

From time to time, many people huddle together to discuss various things, and at the same time, it also brings many pioneering advances in linguistics from outside the university.

Rogers wasn't particularly interested in linguistics, as it was still in the theoretical stage, and it was still trying to develop practical spells, but no breakthroughs were made.

However, he was pleasantly surprised by Professor Kuli's new work.

Based on the Möbius Ring, Kuli has made a launch rod that can infinitely absorb and convert mana, which looks like a rough, gray columnar object due to the fact that the magic crystal ore is the main body, but it can continuously spray pure magic power at the top.

In the past, what could achieve this effect was inevitably a complete magic array base, and the materials were extremely cumbersome and expensive, but now only such a thing is needed to perfectly achieve a stable energy supply.

In addition to the fact that the shelf life is only one week, which will make people a little regretful, it is more about the excitement of imagining the future.

After learning about its structure for the first time, Rogers clipped the rod into the book and secured it securely with a cow strap.

So that the magic book can be continuously injected with magic power, so that it can better become its own help in the future.

By the end of the semester, Rogers had also walked out of the healing facility.

The campus was covered in a thick layer of snow, and the branches of the trees beside the road were covered with ice crystals, and everything was ruled by the cold, which made him feel uncomfortable.

As soon as he returned to his dorm, he set the fireplace back on fire.

After cleaning, he put all the important items in the canvas bag and put them away.

There was also a hectic and orderly atmosphere throughout St. Herte, with students gathering to say goodbye to each other, and some leaving small gifts or notes as a skeep, each promising to keep in touch during the holidays.

Finally, after the professors were led by the vice president in the auditorium, Rogers returned to the dormitory, and not long after, Alina and Rufia also came to meet with their luggage.

Just as they were discussing their plans to go home, there was a knock on the door from someone they hadn't seen in a long time.

When Rogers opened the door, he was greeted by a man of about thirty years old, dressed in a plain white shirt and black trousers, and dressed as a squire.

"Oh, look who I saw, isn't this Hans of Count Breed's house?" Rogers smiled and invited him inside.

Alina and Rufia had also known Rogers' personal attendants as early as Breed, so they didn't need much introduction.

"Young master, I haven't seen you for a long time, but you have grown a lot taller." Hans had a heartfelt smile on his face, and he said happily after saluting the three people in front of him.

"Tall?" Rogers touched his head, then tiptoed Hans on the shoulder, realizing that it was easier than ever to get it.

"Yes, in addition to your height, you have become more handsome and handsome......" Hans's praise continued, and there was no flattery in it, but more like gratification, and after the praise, his expression gradually became much more solemn:

"For this journey, we will first return to the East from St. Herte's teleportation circle, and then take the carriage back to the territory of Braid.

"Miss Alina's father and Prince Rheed have sent strong attendants and escorts to come, and with Earl Braid's arrangement, there should be no big problem in terms of safety.

But at this time, for some reason, more and more cultists came to the east, especially the harvest cult, they shouted what the Holy Son was, and they wandered everywhere in the east, causing the pantheon to send many priests to the east.

"Before I came to St. Herte, I heard that they had all recently converged towards the Breed Territory, probably because I had heard of the return of the Holy Maiden.

"There are also members of the School of Magic who seem to be plotting against you.

"Finally, your reputation outside the school is also more ......" Hans paused when he said this, and a little worry appeared on his face: "Young master, I am afraid that the slander against you this time will ......"

As if he didn't know how to speak, Hans deliberately glanced at Rufia as he sorted out his words.

"I see, let's go." Rogers understood the implicit meaning of Hans's words, and motioned for everything to be arranged by the family.

"Follow your will." Hans stroked his chest and bowed deeply.

The gods of the bottomless pit have cast a secret gaze upon you, and they want you to perform more living sacrifices. 】