The night is like a black coffin buried deep in the soil, making you breathless and losing all direction. The moonlight replaces the magic crystal shadow lamp, and the narrow alley is quiet.
Boom leaned against the wall, and Rikka blushed and refused to get out of the bearskin blanket. But the two people's hands were tightly connected. The former did not break away, and the latter pressed it against his cheek.
The lingering fragrance of hot tea floated in the room, Boom patted the bear skin gently, and Rikka slowly closed her eyes. A small snoring sounded, but Boom remained sitting upright by the bed.<
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The last bit of charcoal fire was extinguished, and Boom raised his hand to display the defensive circle. Instantly, a magic flower fluttered in the room, and the temperature that had dropped increased again.
Boom now prefers this to killing. Even if he uses magic power to replace the fire, it is better than waking up the sleeping Rikka.
However, the place where the fluorescence is flashing is not just this room. Not to mention the distance, the dark elf Christine opposite the door is also activating her own magic power at this time.
She is a dark elf, a mage who came out of the Whispering Forest, the queen's most trusted junior, and the bridge connecting to Highgarden.
The so-called helplessness is sometimes not simply obeying orders, but also knowing that the consequences will be miserable but not being able to stop.
Christine didn’t know how many dark rainy nights she had spent in the Cisse High Court, let alone how many neighbors had changed across the door. But she knew that the difference between Boom and Rikka was the power of trust.
The ignorant and young mage came to the human world alone, and lived in the dark narrow alleys, but the time flew by.
From the very first fight, from the boy named Boom who was almost strangled by him. From the moment Rikka rushed towards him without hesitation, from the greetings he received every morning.
Christine didn't know when she developed feelings for the two of them, just like the innocence between a big sister and a younger sibling, and she hoped that the two of them could survive every cold winter hand in hand.
But the owl that fell from the sky had other plans, "thorough investigation, no limit on casualties." The Queen's mark exudes this coldness, and the fear deep in the blood is irresistible.
"Yingying, do one last thing for me. Your soul will guide me back to the Whispering Forest, and I will never have to worry about these things again."
A small insect came out of the body. It was Christine's contracted beast, the firefly. The squeaking cry contained reluctance. After circling for a few times, the small insect dived in.
Learning to speak.
Tears kept pouring from her eyes. This firefly had been accompanying Christine for three hundred years, and she had already regarded it as her closest family member.
The traces left in the sky are still shining with fluorescent light. This is a variant of the Elvish language, which means reluctance and attachment. How could it not know the dangers of this journey if it has the same mind?
After sorting out her mind and eliminating distracting thoughts, Christine's wand floated in the air, and the faint magic lead continued to shrink. There was no trace of emotion in the dark green pupils, and the low chanting mantra echoed in the room.
Rikka, who was sleeping soundly, smacked his lips, as if he was nibbling sugar cakes in his dream. Boom leaned on the bed and fell asleep, and the defensive circle also dissipated due to the exhaustion of magic power.
But there was a slight noise in the dimensional space within Rikka's body. The tongue flower slowly bloomed again, and the fireflies wrapped in it also quietly woke up.
Christine's contracted beast is not dangerous, just like her other eye, which only provides surveillance. But if it is dangerous, it will detonate the magic power contained in the body, which is comparable to the magician's strongest blow.
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I got out of the closet and squeezed out of the door. Fireflies were hovering in the air, constantly examining this unfamiliar space. The grass was lush, the sycamore trees were blowing in the wind, and everything seemed so peaceful.
Christine closed her eyes and looked horrified. She originally planned to explore Boom and Rikka's storage bags or the situation in the small courtyard, but she never expected to enter Rikka's dimensional space.
The fish swayed under the water, and the mirror-like water surface had no ripples. The sky was gray, and the surrounding mysterious barriers blocked the line of sight.
The firefly flew over the stone roof, bypassed the neatly stacked boxes of supplies, and finally landed on a steel knife. This place is very special, not only is there nothing around, but it is also very clean.
"The material is poor, the blade is curled, and there is no magic power fluctuation at all. It should be a souvenir." Christine thought, and planned to look around again, but suddenly felt a palpitation in her heart.
I saw the mist billowing in the surrounding mysterious barrier, and the pressure comparable to twelve monsters came in an instant. However, the dark clouds in the sky quickly dissipated, and were replaced by a starry sky in an instant.
Squeak! The firefly made its first chirp after arriving here, reminding Christine of the coming danger.
"Is the reverse direction interrupted? No! I am your master, and you are my relative!" Christine, who was sitting cross-legged in the room, suddenly crushed a piece of dragon crystal, and a sense of death rushed out of the alley.<
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Reverse interruption is a contract that can be unilaterally performed by the contract beast only on the premise that the contract beast and its owner are dependent on each other.
Any Contracted Beast that uses Reverse Interruption will be shattered to pieces regardless of its purpose, and there will be no hope of survival. That’s why Christine acted like this, regardless of hiding her identity.
However, a contract is a contract, and no one can change it, at least Christine can't change it now. The firefly burst out with bursts of dazzling light, and then stood still.
"Don't hurt her." This was the last command it heard, so it chose not to resist anymore and just looked up at the stars.
And the dark clouds in the dimensional space eventually turned into the starry sky, just like the star pupils that appeared when Rikka was furious. There was no moon, no shooting stars, and no signs of flickering.
If the actual pressure continues to shrink, the firefly will eventually be trapped in mid-air. The starlight will shine brighter and brighter. Although there is no trace of heat, it will evaporate the body of the firefly.
The dimensional space has returned to calm again, the sky is still chaotic, and the mist is still billowing outside the surrounding barrier. The pool is still calm, and the steel knife is still sitting quietly on the wooden table.
The sleeping Rikka frowned, but then she squeezed Boom's hand again. Boom was awakened by the other's strength. After looking at the sky, he covered the bearskin blanket with a gentle look.
But at this time, Christine was hiding her face and crying. As the owner, how could she not know the sad news of the death of the contract beast. There was no response, no feedback.
She looked up at the night sky like Boom, but there was no one to rely on. Blood flowed from the corner of her mouth and wet her black robe.
"Is this the last mission, my love, can you feel my grief now?"
"Xiao Liuhua, my sister still chose to hurt you, but fortunately she didn't cause you any harm."
"Are you a space magician? I will keep this secret in my heart and treat it as a gift to you."
Christine did not get up to tidy up her clothes or extinguish the candle. She slowly curled up on the bed and buried her head in the quilt.
The nails broke through the skin, slowly penetrated into the muscles, and finally embraced the blood. In the dream, she saw her lover, and beside her lover, there was a firefly hovering.