Chapter 51 He was afraid of her death. "Let's cry together."...

Silver dots floated in the air in graceful arcs, carrying papers with them as they slid down. In the distance, there was a clamor of voices and flames shooting up into the sky. Vifiya knew that this was what Hefa would do in every life: massacre the Vatican.

She was not worried that her former friend Lovery would encounter any accident. After all, he was able to escape safely every time. As the second son of one of the three founding families, how could he not have some special means?

She took off her hood and found that her hands were covered in blood. Snow fell on her eyelashes and quickly melted. It was a little cold. She blinked and looked at the four people in front of her. Slowly, she smiled, so brightly.

The four of them saw her catching snow under the tree from afar, and somehow they all had the illusion that she had been standing alone in this world for a long time, as if she would leave at any time, giving them a suffocating feeling.

They didn't dare to think too much, and when they looked at her appearance, they were really scared. The girl was covered in blood, her robe was torn, and even her face had red marks.

How could the four people who had participated in the battle in the past not see what she had experienced? Her heart was lifted up. The four people stopped in front of her, but she smiled.

They had never seen her smile so brightly. In the past, she was always gentle, and although her smile showed her sincerity, it still seemed a little polite and distant. But this time, her scarlet eyes lit up, like the light of the sky, brilliant and clear. Even though she looked disheveled, it seemed like she was herself.

Osa gently held her shoulder and asked, "Where are you hurt?"

She hadn't thought that Vifiya wouldn't fail, but she would be so badly injured. Guilt suddenly overwhelmed her. Of all the words she could say, only one remained: "I'm sorry."

Vifiya smiled soothingly: "I'm fine, you don't have to apologize, this was my choice." It was her own choice to join such a plan, and it was also a plan she personally formulated.

She raised her eyelids and was about to look at the others when a shadow fell in front of her. It was Isidore. The magic circle in his palm gently touched her wrist without saying a word.

Vifiya's eyes moved from his hands to his face; he was trembling.

His magic power continuously flowed into her body, trying to heal her wounds, but...

There was a look of surprise on his expressionless face, his breathing became rapid, and he held Vifiya's bloody hand.

Healing magic? No use?

He completely wrapped her hand in his palm, and a more dazzling light came on. As his magic power was consumed, his trembling became more obvious. How could he not feel the current condition of her body? Her body was like a leaky doll. No matter how much magic power entered, it would eventually dissipate.

This was such a familiar scene to him, he would never forget it, never.

Just like that day, she smiled and told him that it was okay and they would meet again.

No matter how much magic power he put into her that day, it was useless.

Has he really become powerful?

"Isidore." Vefiya did not break free from his hand, but looked at him quietly.

He raised his head, and Vifiya was slightly surprised when she saw his face clearly. His tears were like beads that had broken off the string.

His silver pupils were like broken snow, staring at her almost greedily, her eyebrows, her eyes, her nose, and finally the blood falling on her face. He cried quietly, but now he cried even harder.

He held her hand tightly.

This left Vifiya somewhat bewildered. She had never encountered anything like this before. Should she wipe his tears? But her hands were covered in blood. Why was he crying? Was he worried about her?

When his magic power poured into her body, she had actually felt the condition of her body. Healing magic was no longer effective on her. Although she didn't know why, she was not afraid. After all, this was her first life as a friend of a magician. In the past, she had always drunk potions by herself to get through it silently.

Osa looked blankly at Kaharun behind her, trying to ask him, who was Isidore's friend, to help her out, but she saw that his expression was complicated and solemn.

As soon as Isidore approached, Kaharun knew that he would heal her, so he pulled Arnold back and told him not to join in the fun.

When Isidore found out that Vifiya was injured, no, it should be when she gave them the paper with the life story of Buma Lingdare written on it, Isidore had been feeling uneasy. Until he realized that she was in danger, his uneasiness reached its peak, and he had been enduring it all the time.

Whenever he met Vifiya, his emotions became surprisingly easy to understand.

Even though Isidore had his back to him, he could feel that something was wrong with him, particularly wrong. Or rather, in all these years, Kaharun had never seen him like this, so... vulnerable?

He frowned. It was strange. He had never thought that this word would appear on Isidore. After all, he was God's favorite and a leader in the magic world. The magicians had already tacitly agreed that he would become the next great magician.

Likewise, he soon discovered the reason for Isidore's change of mood. The wounds on Vifiya's body showed no sign of healing, and he, who had been a little slack, stood up straight in an instant.

Magical insulation? No, he suddenly remembered that ever since he knew Isidore, Isidore had been conducting a study on the inability of late-stage magic to affect ordinary people. However, for some reason, there had been no progress until now.

No way? He widened his eyes in disbelief. He had laughed at him before. How could there be such a special case in the world?

He scratched his head in annoyance. These two were really a worry.

He took a few steps forward, but saw an even more shocking scene. Isidore's face was covered with tears, which really shocked him. He subconsciously wanted to find something to record it, but found that there seemed to be no such thing.

His eyes wandered between Isidore and Vifiya. Isidore had never told him about his past with Vifiya, but seeing Isidore's appearance, he could only guess that Isidore was thinking about the past. His thoughts scattered in an instant. Could it be that she had died in front of him because of this in the past?

Realizing his own thoughts, Kaharun froze for a moment, not daring to delve into it further, and quickly denied the idea. How could it be possible? Vifiya was still alive, how could she have a future without a past?

Arnold had already walked up to Vifia and stared at her for a while before looking at Isidore, who was holding her hand tightly. Then, to everyone's surprise, he put his hand on hers and said seriously, "Let's cry together."

Having said that, his expression didn't change at all.

Isidore, who was immersed in his own world, was brought back to his senses by the touch of his hand. He lowered his head in a daze and looked at the hand that suddenly appeared.

Kaharun looked at Arnold in disbelief, and the moment his eyes met his, he actually felt that what he said made sense, and he put his hand on him without hesitation.

Osa, who witnessed all this:?

How did things develop to this point? She was silent for a long time, raised her hand, and quickly put it down. Forget it, she didn't want to do it anymore.

Vifiya didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She lifted her eyelids and saw her reflection in Isidore's silver pupils. She said, "I know what's going on."

After being disturbed by Kaharun and Arnold, he had completely come to his senses. She did not leave again. She was here, still here. The warmth of his palm told him that she was real now.

Kaharun and Arnold did not exert any force on her hands. Isidore lowered his eyes and loosened his grip slightly. The warmth from her palm faded away, and a wisp of cold wind seeped in through her fingers.

Seeing this, Arnold signaled to Kaharun next to him, and the two of them let go of their hands.

Kaharun stretched out his hand thoughtfully again and said to Vifiya, "Let me see." He wanted to confirm whether her current physical condition was really the same as Isidore's research.

Vifiya naturally knew what he wanted to confirm. Because there was blood on her hand, she just lightly placed her fingertips on it, and that was enough.

The magic circle lit up and quickly went out. Kaharun looked at him in surprise: "You knew?"

Vifia withdrew her hand. She was not sure if she had encountered such a situation in the past, so she had no way to talk about it. She shook her head. This matter could not be investigated in detail for the time being. She looked up at Arnold. His appearance here was actually beyond Vifia's expectation.

He took out a handkerchief from somewhere and handed it to her. He lowered his eyes and said, "I've failed in my duty."

He agreed to be her knight, but ended up having his master charging ahead.

Vifia took it and wiped the blood off her face. She understood what he meant, but she had her own considerations on this matter. She deliberately gave the paper to Isidore and the others before the plan. She admitted that she had intended to let them come. As for Arnold, she was reluctant to let him participate in this plan because tonight was too urgent. In this world, his civilian identity would make him be looked at more harshly. Once discovered, the punishment he would receive would be far more than just imprisonment, and his sister would also be implicated.

But no matter what the reason, he still came and intervened in the plan.

"This time it's too dangerous." Vifiya said. Seeing that there were some places on her face that could not be wiped, Osa naturally reached out to take the handkerchief and began to wipe it for her carefully.

Arnold raised his eyes to glance at her, then lowered them to hide his expression.

Since it is dangerous, it should be handed over to him.

That's what knights exist for.

For the honor of the master, give everything, including life.

He has already put his life in her hands. He can become a sharp blade in her hand at any time. His sword can be pointed wherever she wants, but she does not use it.

She is so strange.

To Arnold, Vifia was just a strange noble lady.

The snow fell quietly.

Vifiya glanced at the others again and suddenly sighed, "We still have classes tomorrow."

Hearing this, Kaharun thought of something and widened his eyes. "Oh no! I forgot to do my homework!" He quickly looked at Isidore beside him and said, "Have you finished it? Let me copy it."

He was so upright that for a moment Vifiya and the others didn't know what to say about him.

However, it unexpectedly reminded her of her distant hometown. In her already vague memory, it belonged to her student days. It seemed that they were always like this, making noises and "referencing" their good friends' homework.

She raised her eyelids, and more and more white dots appeared in her red eyes.

It's time to go back.