The world is so big that as long as you are willing to walk, there are endless people, things and buildings to see.
This world is very small, so small that Krishna can only see some of the existence.
Prosperous city.
Lively celebration.
Those don't belong to witches.
Her "world" was too small, and her body was too small to accommodate too many living things. Xu Xi's figure alone occupied her entire "world".
“Huh~~~”
The sky is high and clouds are floating across the light green fields.
The wind brushed across Kshasa's eyebrows.
The cool breeze lifted up the scattered hair.
Gentle and delicate.
Revealing a pair of beautiful three-color eyes.
Noble gold, deep black, bright red.
She stood in the sun, like a still sculpture, on the outskirts of the mountains of Allenson, looking out at the city full of memories.
And the vague outline of the courtyard.
silent.
But there is an inexplicable sadness flowing.
"……tutor."
“…I’m leaving now.”
The witch chasing the light was ultimately unable to hold back the disappearing sunset.
Nothing can be done.
Nothing can be saved.
Weak, defeated, and incompetent.
The delicate organs are clean and intact, yet like a stitched together thing, maintained in fragmentation and tense in sadness.
"call!!!"
A strong wind blew, interrupting Krishna's sad mood.
She clutched her wand tightly in her arms.
In silence, ignoring the burning sensation in his throat and the wet tears on his face, he used wind magic to fly away from Alanson.
The immortal witch considers herself a [monster].
And this world.
[Monsters] and [Gods] cannot coexist.
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The sun from all over the world shines on the shoulders of the witch, like a silent gaze, witnessing her walking further and further away.
Krishna saw more things.
Her experience has expanded.
However, Krishna's "world" remains the same.
No expansion, no contraction.
It condenses all the malice of childhood and gathers the eternal and splendid "love" that person accompanies you throughout your life.
"……tutor."
"…A world without you is not the world I want."
The hem of her skirt swayed in the wind.
The sea-blue necklace hanging from the chest reflects a hazy and dreamy glow, with layers of ripples and flowing waves, echoing the witch's mood.
She raised her head.
Look at the road ahead.
It is scorching hot under the sun and silvery cold under the moonlight.
The sun and the moon rotate endlessly.
Summer and winter, constantly changing.
K'sha travels around the magical world, absorbing magical knowledge from different countries and regions, and growing at an astonishing speed.
She rarely stayed.
Only when it involves Xu system.
There will be a response.
"Miss Krusa, are you not going to change your wand?"
"No."
The wind blew the leaves, making a rustling sound. The dazzling sunlight hung down from the sky, casting a long shadow behind the witch.
When Krishna passed by a wand shop.
Using high-level life magic, healed the old shop owner's injuries.
In return, the old shop owner offered to replace Krishsa's wand, but Krishsa refused to do so.
It's very noisy outside.
The streets are bustling with people.
Krissa stood at the door of the wand shop. She should have blended in, but she seemed particularly excluded and lonely.
She silently hugged the wand in her arms.
It seems that I can feel the familiar warmth from it.
That was exactly the man the witch had been thinking about day and night.
"Thank you for your kindness, but I have to go now."
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