The starlight passed through the glass window, passed through the Wonder House, and finally scattered all over the floor. Rikka squatted beside the charcoal stove, sometimes adding fuel to it, sometimes turning to look at Boom.
Boom, on the other hand, is sitting in the corner practicing magic power. This is his habit, or an uninterrupted persistence. Although his thirst for power has received some rewards, these are not his needs.
He has always had only one goal, which is to become a junior magician as soon as possible and start learning real space spells.
The loquats rustled in the charcoal fire, and Rikka played with the steel knife. In her eyes, Boom was successful today, but she was a failure.
But in fact, her swordsmanship is divided into three stages, "Prelude", "Ceremony", and "Final Chapter". What she performed today was just the entire prelude, because she didn't want to hit Boom, she never wanted to.
She already knew that she was immune to fighting spirit and magic, otherwise she would not have gone around killing mercenary groups, and even challenged Achilles, the owner of the Lion Bar.
His dead teacher once said that the swordsmanship of "Gift of Liberation" is not only a combat skill, but also a musical score. Only by constantly working on it can it become perfect.
But nothing in this world is perfect. Perfection is an extreme term that only exists in legends.
Absorb everything, then turn it into notes on the staff, and finally merge it into your own double blades. The novels Rikka is reading now are for this purpose.
The family love in the book is great and selfless. Either the parents work hard for their children, or the children support their elderly and seriously ill parents.
The love in the book is soul-stirring. Either today you give up your throne and reputation for me, or tomorrow I face the dragon and go through fire and water for you.
Friendship in the book is a vague concept, because Rikka has no friends, and she doesn't know what it means to be sincere and what it means to be a close friend.
In her perception, Boom is everything, a relative, a lover, and maybe a friend. However, the feeling he gives her is always a little distant.
Although she is always by her side, although she talks to herself every day, and although she has saved herself several times, these are not what she wants, at least not the most perfect result.
Boom has longed for those old days many times, and so does Rikka. If her wish can really come true, she will never mind returning to the wooden house.
Her hands quietly transformed into short blades. Rikka had indeed become stronger, but she was also strong enough to support this wonderful house. However, she did not want to leave Boom, and she did not want to go to the Miracle Plains to kill every day.
The double blades gradually stretched into the charcoal stove. She wanted to feel the pain, the heartbreaking pain like ordinary people, but in the end she found nothing.
As she grows up day by day, Rikka becomes more and more dissatisfied with her appearance. Because she knows that normal people's hands will not turn into sharp blades, and their skin cannot withstand fighting spirit and magic injuries.
Sighing, Rikka quietly walked out of the Wonder House, walked out of the black market in a daze, and wandered in Ogu City. She had no where to go and no direction.
Returning to the alley where she was born, Rikka opened the trash can and dove in. Tears fell from her eyes at some point, but there was no Boom around her.
It was sour and dirty, with rat corpses crawling with maggots and cockroaches the size of copper coins squirming. Rikka held the steel knife and tried hard to recall the past.
More than an hour later, she returned to the street with a stench all over her body. Passers-by avoided her for fear of coming into close contact with her.
As she walked, she suddenly wanted to imitate Boom and steal. But before her little hand touched the other person's purse, she was discovered by the servant.
"How could a thief come from such a low-handed manner?" The noble man put his hands on his waist and said with disdain.
However, the response to him was not begging for mercy or running away, but endless silence. Rikka lowered her head, not caring at all about the other party's ridicule.
"Huh? Looks like he's still mute. Come here, give me a good beating!" The noble man glared and waved his hand.
Fists and feet intertwined, and sticks roared. Rikka was lying on the ground. Although it was extremely miserable outside, her body was not damaged and she couldn't even feel pain.
The onlookers pointed and pointed, some regretted, some lamented, but most of them were gloating. The farce lasted for more than half an hour, and finally the crowd dispersed, leaving only Rikka alone.
She stood up and patted her clothes. The owner of the nearby shop was shocked and Rikka slowly left, her appearance unchanged from the beginning to the end.
"It turns out that my brother has been experiencing this kind of thing before. If I find out one day, I will definitely kill him." Rikka sat on the bench, like a light bulb, lighting up the couple next to her.
"It turns out that love is just two people sitting in the shadows at night and whispering." Rikka looked at the two people leaving, then took out her notebook and recorded her conclusions.
Meteors streaked across the sky, and the base of the mage tower was almost completed. Rikka stood up and returned, and Boom's figure stood at the intersection of the black market, as if it was like this every time.
Returning to the Wonder House, Rikka first put on a new set of clothes and then sat across from Boom. She was stupid again and went out without telling her brother again.
"What happened to you? Did you kill someone?" Boom asked with a frown.
"No, I just want to go out for a walk." Liuhua lowered her head and replied weakly.
"If you have anything to say, just tell me. I will definitely help if I can." Boom asked again.
Tears kept pouring out, wetting Rikka's collar and staining Boom's chest. She was greedy for this place, this harbor that could make her feel at ease.
Boom's hands were covered with calluses, and there were several scars on them, which were gifts after he was mutilated in the past. However, these same hands were pressed on his little head at this time.
As she continued to caress, Rikka gradually calmed down. But the stubbornness in her heart still existed, still tormenting herself, as if it would break out of her body at any time.
"Brother, am I a monster? I don't want to be a monster." Rikka raised her head and said quietly.
"Although you are my contract beast, I have never thought of it this way. If you are tired, take a good rest for a few days and I can accompany you." Boom put a blanket on Rikka and replied softly.
"If I don't want to be so powerful, and I don't want to be a contracted beast, or if I become an ordinary person one day, will my brother abandon me?" Rikka quietly clenched her fists and asked with some anticipation.
"If one day comes, I will still be your brother and you will still be my sister. This is family love." Boom patted Rikka on the shoulder and stood up to get the hot milk.
Rikka smiled again when she heard this, but then she grimaced and lowered her head with some resentment. However, the novel she had been reading recently always stayed at the chapter about love.
"But people don't want family affection. Why is my brother always so annoying?" Rikka muttered in a low voice, but still took the cup of hot milk.
"What did you say?" Boom squatted opposite Rikka and asked with concern on his face.
"No...I didn't say anything. I said the milk tastes really good." Rikka shook her head and then covered her head with the towel.
That night, Boom practiced magic power again, and Rikka squatted by the fire again. Everything seemed to have never happened, but it progressed rapidly.