"A witch who pursues obsession too much is more likely to be burned to ashes in her obsession."
Titus said the words that had been suppressed in her heart for a long time, slowly opened her eyes again, and looked at the witch in front of her who was still in her infancy.
After listening to the teachings of the Phantom Witch, Loran Hill fell into a long silence.
She opened her mouth slightly, but then slowly closed it and continued to keep silent.
"You have a gentle personality, are not good at rejecting others, find it difficult to turn a blind eye to the suffering of others, and hate unfairness. I know all of this."
"I'm very happy to have such a junior. It's rare for me to feel reassured and endearing."
"However, those things are still too far away from you. As a witch, your life has just begun. There are many interesting and wonderful things you have yet to experience. You have hundreds, thousands of years to slowly train yourself, temper yourself, and find a more reliable way."
"You don't need to shoulder so much responsibility and feel burdened and anxious. As for the problems encountered in Ivar's world, there are naturally specialized response organizations to resolve them."
The Phantom Witch spoke for a long time in one breath, as if pouring out all the words that she had not said before.
She stood up, walked to Loran Hill, gently stroked the girl's silver hair, and spoke in her ear.
"Let me tell you the story of how I first met Sister Trinasha."
"Maybe this will give you a little more understanding."
She took Loranhill's hand, sat beside him, and then told him in a gentle tone how she was adopted by Trinasha when she was a little girl, and how she grew up step by step and gradually got to know and interact with other witches.
There were warm moments, as well as times of crying and hurt, but in the end, they all gradually stabilized and became their own different selves.
After everything was said, Titus blinked her moist eyes and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.
"I'm sorry, did I scare you? I said so much today."
"No, it's a blessing to hear Sister Titus talk about these past events." Loran Hill shook his head.
"But..." Loran Hill's fingers pressed lightly on the palm of his hand, and he still spoke.
"I still want to do those things because..." Before she could finish her words, Tidice pressed her finger to Loran Hill's lips to silence her.
"I don't want to listen. You, the junior, are not obedient at all." There was some anger on her face, and she looked like a girl who was sulking.
"If you want to go to Emenas, go to Emenas. I don't want to bother you anymore."
After saying that, she stood up from the sofa, opened the door and walked out.
After a while, a blue flame carriage pulled by two black unicorns rose from the ground and drove towards the night sky. With a sound of bells, it swayed and disappeared into the night.
Looking at the figure of Tidaisy leaving, Loranhill felt a little lost. He stood there for a long time before slowly walking back into the house.
When she looked at the sofa again, she found a small note left on it.
"If I still can't stop you, then you, the naughty junior, should go find Si Ye. She is the person who understands Dorothy's thoughts best besides me." An angry little face was drawn on the edge of the note, indicating that Titus was unhappy.
This witch senior is really not frank.
Holding the note in his hand, Loran Hill felt a faint warmth rising in his previously lost heart.
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