Chapter 215 The Magic of the Soul Long Time No See
Martial arts training ground.
"Zheng! Zheng! Zheng!"
The cold light of the two swords separated after touching each other, and finally stopped tacitly.
The breath exhaled by Osa and Arnold condensed into a white mist in mid-air and dissipated.
The long sword was put back into the scabbard, Osa looked up, and snowflakes fell on her face and turned into water.
She took the sweat towel that Arnold handed her.
"Are you still worried about Lady Vifia?" Arnold asked.
Osa's gaze rested briefly on his face. She lowered her head and wiped the sweat from her neck. "It's been over a week."
Hearing this, Arnold lowered his eyes and thought for a moment before saying, "She's fine."
Osa looked up.
"Intuition," Arnold said.
I hope so, Osa said secretly in her heart.
"Ah." As if remembering something, she spoke, "The sparring today felt pretty good. You've improved again."
Before Arnold could say anything, a low voice called out from the side: "Osha - Arnold -"
The two looked in the direction of the sound and saw Kaharun hiding behind a pillar in the corridor, sneaking around, and no one knew what he was doing.
They walked over, looking inquiringly.
Kaharun put one hand to his lips, as if whispering something, and whispered in a voice loud enough for them to hear, "Have you noticed anything strange about Isidore lately?"
Osa and Arnold looked at each other and saw the same doubt in each other's eyes.
Arnold returned his gaze to Kaharun. "Compared to Isidore, that guy is even weirder, isn't he?"
The one who now acts on Vifiya's behalf.
After she finished speaking, Osa's eyes reflected, "Yes, apart from the occasional taunting of us, she has been helping run the Marquisate and handling official business just like Vifiya used to."
But is it really okay to let her handle official business? I don't know how she convinced Mei.
"Compared to the past few days, she's obviously more concerned about Vifiya's affairs."
She met Kaharun's gaze. "If even you don't see anything strange about what Isidore said, how can we?"
Isidore's emotions are not difficult to understand, unless it is about what happened to Vifiya. Otherwise, you can hardly feel any changes in his emotions at other times.
Kaharun thought about Vifiya and Isidore in a tangled way. After a brief thought, he gestured for them to follow him.
He kept chattering on the way.
"Leave that person to Mei for now. There's no rush for Vifiya's matter."
"In the past, if something happened to Vifiya, Isidore would not be so calm. He must know something. With his attitude, Vifiya should be fine."
"Isidore has been locked in his room for several days. It's not uncommon for him to stay alone in his room to study magic before, but now is a special period. Vifiya hasn't returned yet, and he doesn't feel right at all."
"I asked Lady Salis, and she only told me that Isidore knew the answer."
"She doesn't know it herself, does she?"
Kaharun couldn't help but complain.
Osa and Arnold looked at his back, thinking.
The three of them stopped at the tower room May had assigned to Isidore.
Cahalan quietly opened the door a crack and bent down to get closer.
Osa and the other man glanced at him and followed his movements to look towards the crack in the door.
Isidore stood quietly in the middle of the room without moving. White silk threads as long as a knife and fork were floating around him. They were so thin and dense that his face could not be seen clearly.
He suddenly stretched out his hand, and stopped just as he was about to touch the thread, and all the light disappeared.
He withdrew his hand, lowered his head and looked at the ground, wondering what he was thinking.
Kaharun was so focused that he didn't notice that part of the attention of the two people standing above him was on him.
Isidore in the room squatted down and stretched out his hand towards the ground. His fingertips lightly touched the ground, and a strong light burst out. With him as the center, winding magic lines floated and rushed into the ground. An extremely complicated magic circle was gradually taking shape, and the whole room became faintly blurred.
Impossible, was Kaharun's first thought.
He opened his eyes wide and belatedly thought, had Isidore set up a magic layer in advance?
No, no, if Isidore had arranged it, he would not have been unaware that they were at the door, and they could not have come closer.
This is Vifiya's territory, what is he doing?
A pair of silver eyes suddenly met his gaze.
Before Kaharun could react, Arnold at the top suddenly pushed the door open. Osa stood up straight and grabbed Kaharun by the back of the collar.
Kaharun subconsciously retracted his legs, and before he could react to what was happening, Osa had already placed him in front of Isidore.
"Good afternoon, Isidore." Osa smiled.
Arnold closed the door and came over.
Isidore had already put away all his magic. He stood up and glanced calmly at the three people, finally landing on Osa. After thinking for a moment, he said, "Good afternoon."
Kaharun stood up suddenly, his heart beating rapidly in his chest, because he was frightened by Isidore.
Before he could even ask the question, he snapped his fingers lightly, casting a soundproofing spell.
Kaharun hurried forward and said, "With magic of that level, why don't you use a magic layer to separate it?"
The other two eyes were also fixed on Isidore.
Isidore's face was expressionless. He stared at Kaharun without answering.
"Kaharun," Arnold said suddenly, "You're anxious."
Kaharun was stunned. He blinked, realized something, and lowered his head.
Osa glanced at him and saw that he had finally calmed down. She turned to look at Isidore and asked, "What have you been doing these past few days?"
She crossed her arms, "The magic circle we just saw was very powerful, wasn't it?"
Isidore's gaze shifted to Osa and he replied, "A few things to confirm."
Another question, he thought for a moment and said, "Yes."
Arnold didn't know magic, but he had been with them for a long time and had some understanding of it. He asked, "Why not use the magic layer?"
"Because even if there's no magic layer..." It was Kaharun who spoke. He had completely calmed down, "his magic power wouldn't leak out at all."
Osa withdrew her observant gaze. It seemed that Kaharun had completely recovered from his anxiety, and quite quickly.
Kaharun scratched his head. He didn't expect that he would still be uneasy. Why?
Was it because of [Vefiya]'s uncertainty? After all, he had always wondered if her concern for Vifiya was just a pretense.
For a person who cannot distinguish between truth and falsehood, everything may be true, and everything may also be false.
It happened that Isidore had shut himself up in his room for several days, and he naturally assumed that he was doing something behind their backs.
No, it seemed like Isidore was really doing something secretly.
Kaharun thought back to what he had seen through the crack in the door. He asked, "How did you do that?"
Without using a magic layer to block the magic, he didn't feel any magical disturbance outside the door.
But! What if I’m discovered to be a magician?
He began to persuade her earnestly, "Next time, we still need to place a magic layer. If we really get hit, then..." He changed his tone, "It will cause trouble for Vifia."
Hearing this, Isidore thought seriously and said firmly: "No."
Kaharun's face fell in frustration. Well, Isidore had missed the point again.
He continued, "So you haven't been going out these past few days to confirm something? Is it related to Vifiya?"
"more than."
"Okay, then tell us when you're sure." Kaharun waved his hand naturally, "Then we'll go."
If Isidore was asked about something he hadn't confirmed yet, he might not tell him, although Isidore didn't mind them staying to watch the confirmation process.
After turning around, Kaharun remembered something and looked back: "It's noon now, why don't we go out for lunch together?"
Isidore lowered his head, carefully feeling the remaining magical power flowing in the air.
After a while, he raised his eyes and said, "The way to hide the influence of magic power is to control the amount of magic power used, and blend a small amount with natural magic power, so as to achieve a synchronous flow with natural magic power."
He was answering Kaharun's earlier question.
Kaharun stroked his chin, memorizing his words for later attempts. He urged, "Let's go eat soon."
Osa glanced at Kaharun and Isidore and said, "Arnold and I are going to change clothes. You go ahead."
The four people walked out of the room and went in opposite directions.
There was silence in Isidore's eyes.
Just got interrupted.
There was no longer the familiar magic in the air, the magic that was hidden in his soul, the magic of the soul that he placed on Vifiya.
He hadn't felt its fluctuations in eight years.
He didn't know why it appeared suddenly, just like Vifiya's coma.
If the magic power could be a little stronger, perhaps Vifiya's location could be determined.
Not long ago, she could feel that her emotions were slowly dissipating.
Vifiya cried for a moment, but it was not a sad cry.
Servants in the castle corridors bowed to greet the guests.
Kaharun greeted each one with a smile.
Isidore on the side didn't care, and the light in his silver eyes shone into the castle.
On the day when the Spirit's Solace was cast, neither Kaharun, Hefa, nor Osha noticed it.
The time it took for [Vefiya] to seize the magic circle was almost the same as the time it took for him to retract his magic power, but it was definitely not his illusion.
Before he could withdraw his magic power, she had already grabbed the magic circle and made it disappear.
It was she who had taken Vifia's hand and turned Debbie Fiorella's fully magical creation into apatite.
She is definitely not someone who doesn't understand magic.
The servants opened the dining-room door for the guests.
There was only one person sitting at the main seat. [Vifiya] didn't even look at the person who came in and just ate her meal.
Kaharun sat facing a window. Outside the window, there was a light snowfall, and the distant Cintron County could be vaguely seen.
He said to the maids who were serving the dishes, "Two more servings, please."
By the time the maids had finished serving two more portions, Osa and Arnold had arrived in the dining room.
The dining room was silent for a moment.
The people at the head table had been ignoring them during meals for several days.
Compared to the frequent sarcasm, ignoring is more like a concession.
[Vifiya]'s eating movements suddenly paused slightly, and then returned to normal.
Isidore seemed to sense something. He looked over, and after a moment of confirmation, his eyes softened slightly: "Vifiya."
His voice was extremely abrupt in the quiet dining room. Osa and the other two had to stop eating and looked at the main seat in surprise, following his gaze.
The girl with blonde hair and red eyes gently put down the spoon, her eyebrows curved.
At just one glance, they were absolutely certain that it was Vifiya.
The girl's eyes moved around among the four people.
"Well, long time no see."
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