"Sorry, sorry."
Looking at Aloy lying on the ground, Loranhill dispersed the spear condensed with magic power, then squatted down. As the light flowed, his fingers gently wiped the wound, and then helped wipe off the blood on her face, leaving her forehead white and without any marks.
When it comes to healing effects, the three sequences that are best are Angel, Demon, and Nature, but they each have different emphases.
After healing the wound on her forehead, Loran Hill pulled the girl up and comforted her, and only then did Eloi stop crying.
"It's really healed." Looking at the small mirror in her hand, the girl saw that the face inside was still as flawless as before. She breathed a sigh of relief, and then looked at Roland Hill a little embarrassedly.
"Thank you, sister."
After a brief exchange of words, he saw that Loran Hill was about to have the next game, and then he trotted out of the underground fighting room.
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The following battles were not so exaggerated. Many of them were freshmen who had just learned to fight with wooden swords and knives. Although their sword skills were good, they were still within the scope of ordinary people's cognition.
The two wooden swords hit each other back and forth on the ground. After a minute, one of the wooden swords was knocked away, and then the referee announced the winner.
Loran Hill slowly retracted the wooden sword he had extended, and the other party nodded in salute with conviction.
"Although you are a girl, your swordsmanship is very impressive. Thank you for your guidance. I will continue to work hard."
This boy was from another class, and this was his first time meeting Loran Hill. Initially, he was somewhat surprised by her appearance, but somewhat dismissive of her abilities, believing that most beautiful noble ladies were just pretty faces. But after this competition, he became increasingly intimidated, and even received a few pointers from the other party. Although he lost, he was still impressed.
After saying this, he slowly left the field, and Loran Hill's battle today also ended here.
The format of the preliminary round is to play five times according to the schedule, and only by winning four times can you advance. Naturally, Loran Hill won all five games and advanced safely.
When I left the battle room and returned to the dormitory, it was already quite late. The cold moonlight hung in the sky, lonely and without any stars.
When Loran Hill pushed open the door, the other roommates had already gone to bed. After she finished washing up, she did not turn on the light and walked to the desk in the middle hall. Here, next to the window, she could see the quiet and sporadic night scene outside.
After taking a shower, her hair was still a little wet. She sat quietly on the wooden chair, opened the window, and let the night breeze slowly blow her long hair. While everyone was asleep, Loran Hill let her hair color return to silver and bathed in the cold moonlight.
After entering Emenas, I inevitably met a lot of people. Many of them were very nice and it was very fresh at first, but after the hustle and bustle, I wanted to be alone for a while.
I feel like my personality is a little weird, Loran Hill thought.
When I'm alone, I crave the hustle and bustle of life, then I crave the quiet of solitude. Being called a great sage was initially thrilling, but then I wondered what merits I'd earned, the respect so many people showed me. I was even a little hesitant to meet Pullman, fearing I wouldn't be able to live up to their expectations. The sage everyone admired wasn't mature and stable, but merely a young woman with little experience in the world.
She wasn't as powerful as everyone imagined. Sometimes she made mistakes, sometimes wanted to slack off, and sometimes felt inexplicably guilty. Because she wasn't good enough, she caused everyone to suffer. It was the same thing at the Carites Chamber of Commerce. If she had taken action earlier and progressed faster, there wouldn't have been so many casualties. But no one in the Chamber of Commerce blamed her. Instead, they were deeply grateful to her. Perhaps she took advantage of her beauty.
If I were not a witch and my appearance was ordinary, would I have taken another path? I would have been an ordinary girl, living alone in the forest, occasionally taking some fruits I grew and cloth I wove to exchange for things with the surrounding villages, and sometimes asking hunters to help me eliminate the surrounding monsters.
She lived alone, occasionally reading books and writing something, then slowly grew old, was called an old woman, and finally died peacefully on her hospital bed.
This kind of life is actually not bad, it is exactly what she expected in her previous life. Unfortunately, it is the other side that was difficult to reach in her previous life.
Life's myriad obstacles, like invisible constraints and shackles, drag you forward, unable to stop your hurried pace. Those around you urge you to work hard, because this is a crucial moment. You need to achieve good grades in these few years, get into a good university, find a good job, make a lot of money, and then find the right partner, get married, have children, raise them, provide for them, find tutoring, work, build a career, support them, and so on.
Although my mind and the people around me tell me that this is right, when the night is quiet, my inner emotions will grow like weeds on a barren mountain, and my depression is like a dark cloud trapped in a box, rolling constantly, but with nowhere to vent or tell.
I didn't come to this world for these things.
When she was a child running in the fields, she didn't long to become an adult like this.
Life shouldn't be like this, it should be more colorful, like the clear wind blowing through the hills, the leaves rustling in the sun, and the colorful kites flying in the sky.
Maybe I am destined to disappoint those people. I am not what they expect me to be.
She didn't want to completely obey the system's tasks and become a puppet under its manipulation, nor did she want to go to their territory according to the arrangements of those witches. Sometimes she didn't even want to play multiple identities because it was dishonest to everyone.
Lacey is just her pseudonym. She is not the legitimate eldest daughter of the Carites Chamber of Commerce, nor is she the knowledgeable sage that people expect. She also does not want to be the witch that people revere and fear.
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