Magic Academy Bans Harem

Chapter 361 The Ending EP4 Desired

The girl knew very well that she was in a dream, and a terrible one at that.

This nightmare is always filled with the sounds of my mother and father arguing. It's always filled with the sounds of tableware and furniture breaking. It's always filled with my mother's desperate cries followed by curses directed at her.

Initially, things weren't like this between the father and mother.

At that time, they lived in a sunny, clean, and spacious house. The father always had a kind smile on his face, and the mother was always smiling too.

"Is this my daughter?"

"Look, her blonde hair is exactly the same as yours. We've been separated for so long, and I didn't want to come looking for you again. But... this child needs a father. So..."

However, the good times did not last long.

"It's all your fault! You kept talking about money, money, money! If it weren't for you, how could I have ended up like this—"

"Useless! Incompetent! Trash! You stole the best years of my life! And you can't give me anything in return!"

The kind father began to become slovenly and dejected. The house became dark, dirty, and always reeked of alcohol.

"In the end, is she really my daughter?! She doesn't look like me at all, nor like you! The difference in hair color is getting bigger and bigger! Where did you pick up this bastard from?!"

One day, the father disappeared from the house. The mother was always in tears.

"Why, why won't he come back?"

At one point, the mother's gaze fell upon the girl.

"It's all your fault. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have wasted my youth on that scumbag. If it weren't for you, he wouldn't have refused to come back! I... I was supposed to live a fairytale life. It was all promised to me since I was little! But since you came into my life, nothing has gone smoothly!"

The girl's vision was filled by the approaching darkness.

It wasn't just slaps that landed on her; there was also tearing and punching.

The girl didn't seem to care much about this. She was born with many senses that were very dull. Even when she experienced pain, she would only think, "Ah, is this what pain is?" a few seconds later.

The girl was worried that hitting her mother might cause problems.

After all, in her eyes, her mother was truly a very vulnerable human being.

So fragile that she's always crying.

So vulnerable that they can only attract attention by screaming.

So fragile that the only thing she can pick up is a light pen.

He was so fragile that every time he hit her, he seemed to get hurt even more. In the end, all he could do was hold her and cry desperately.

Looking back, my mother used to have such a happy smile on her face. But now, her face is becoming more and more distorted.

Perhaps, it really was her fault?
The girl began to have this question. So, she started to cooperate and obey everything her mother said even more.

Her mother said that when she was beaten, she never cried, and was disgusting like a monster. So, the girl learned how to cry loudly.

But soon, her mother said that she always cried so loudly, which was annoying. So, the girl chose to shut up again.

So difficult
Even something as simple as crying seemed to leave the girl without a clear answer.

So, it really was her problem after all?

As time continued to flow, I continued to harbor these doubts.

The girl had also considered whether she should leave this house. After all, being constantly locked in a dark little room would make even her feel bored.

But every time she stepped onto the threshold of the house, she would turn back to her original position.

Because a mother is a vulnerable human being.

Because sometimes she felt unable to move freely and would fall to the ground. Her mother, holding her, looked so panicked, so terrified, desperately saying she couldn't lose her.
so.
Even if it's a nightmare, let it linger a little longer.

"Wein" opened her eyes on the small wooden bed, sat blankly on the warm bedding, and gazed at the bright scenery outside the window.

The sweet aroma of breakfast slowly wafted into the room through the crack in the door.

"Vein, are you awake yet?"

"Ok!"

Hearing the gentle call coming from the kitchen, Wayne responded loudly as if by reflex.

"Remember to wash your face!"

After responding energetically to the nagging outside the door a few times, Wei lowered her head and remained blankly silent for a long time before softly murmuring...

"What a strange dream."

On the breakfast table are some dishes that are generally considered "hard to fail at".

Simple toast, simple vegetable salad, simple fried egg, and simple hot milk.

Looking at a table of dishes that were utterly ordinary, and whose very existence was debatable, Wayne once again found herself lost in thought.

"What's wrong, Wayne? Is there any food you don't like? Even if you do, it's not good to be a picky eater."

Wayne's mother's smiling words interrupted her reverie.

"No, no, Mother."

Before Wayne could finish explaining that she wasn't a picky eater, her mother leaned close and cupped her cheeks in her hands, making her face look round and pouty.

"Not mother, but mom. Mom~ Mom—"

Wayne's mother smiled and corrected her.

Is there any difference?

With her cheeks cupped, Wayne asked in a muffled voice.

"Of course! The term 'Mom' is a reduplicated word, which sounds cuter. It makes me seem younger!"

"Oh, I understand, Mom."

Seeing how "sensible" her daughter was, Wayne's mother let go of her hand with satisfaction.

After sitting down in her seat, Wayne began to enjoy her breakfast.

These were the most ordinary foods imaginable, the kind of food that would be difficult to make taste bad. And, in Wayne's memory, they were foods she could eat every day without a second thought.

However, her eating movements gave the impression of being exceptionally careful. Even her slow and patient chewing and swallowing seemed to be done with extraordinary focus and appreciation.

While Wayne ate breakfast, her mother simply sat on the other side of the table, resting her chin on her hand, watching her every move with loving eyes. "Mom, aren't you going to eat breakfast?"

Feeling a little uncomfortable being stared at, Wayne asked.

"I tasted so many flavors while making breakfast that I'm already full."

"That's too much."

Viin, who couldn't help but complain, felt a strange sensation.

Is this the style of her mother, who makes such friendly jokes?
but
Looking at her own face and the black hair falling down, and then at her mother's smooth, long black hair, Wei Yin didn't know why she let out a soft sigh of relief.

However, they look so alike. Therefore, the beautiful woman in front of her must be her "mother".

"Mom, you really don't need to take me. I'll go to church with the neighborhood kids. We live so close by, and we're not little kids anymore."

After breakfast, Vivian, having finished washing and dressing, was ready to go to church's Sunday school.

Faced with her mother's insistence on accompanying her to class, Wei Yin said with a hint of helplessness.

"Well, since you put it that way, then alright, but please be careful on the road."

Unable to persuade Viyn's mother otherwise, she could only watch her daughter go to school.

On her way to school, every now and then, Vivian would suddenly turn around and look behind her.

And each time, she saw her mother frantically hiding away.

Although she felt that her mother was a bit clingy, Wayne eventually brought these things up.

She arrived at the intersection of the paths, joined the children who were arriving from the surrounding area, and then continued on to the church where Sunday school was held.

Seeing a group of children gathered together, marching towards school in a grand procession, Wayne's mother seemed to finally relax and returned home.

"Aren't you getting a little too involved?"

Whispering softly to herself, Wayne's mother pushed open the door to her little house.

In the not-so-spacious but cozy wooden hall, Wayne's mother saw a figure with his back to her, who had been waiting for her for a long time.

"Sorry, sorry, I couldn't help but follow them. But meeting when no one else is home, doesn't it feel like we're having a 'secret rendezvous'?"

"I think it would be better to choose some words more carefully."

The figure waiting in Wayne's house slowly turned around and said indifferently.

"Hehehe, that's true. We're not the kind of people you can joke about. And you're way past the age where you'd react with amusement to such teasing. My problem!"

Wayne's mother readily admitted her slip of the tongue.

Opposite her, the boy whose expression remained largely unchanged, was none other than a slightly "shrunken" Ritas.

The young woman playing "Vein's mother" is Sofia.

Although Sofia and Ritas couldn't find a specific reason for it at the moment.

In conclusion, the leader of the "Black Cat" region, one of the four major regions, has completely vanished from the fairy tale world.

According to the rules of this world in the past, when a regional leader disappears, their region should also collapse. Furthermore, the "memory fragments" that make up the region will also disperse.

However, because Wayne, the creator of the "Black Cat" region, is clearly different from the creators of other regions, the disappearance of the region leader did not result in the region collapsing. Instead, things that were meant to conceal her failed, directly exposing the core area that reached deep into Wayne's heart.

For Ritas and Sofia, this was undoubtedly a pleasant surprise.

The time left for the entire fairy tale world to exist is running out. And the moment the fairy tale world is destroyed, or the moment its mission is completed, will be the moment when the world's destruction mechanism against the "primordial" power descends.

In order to fight against the impending apocalypse, the first step in Ritas's plan is to get Wayne's help and obtain her "access" to the fairy tale world.

Previously, Ritas might have struggled with how to accomplish this step. But now, in a sense, everything about Wayne is laid bare before him.

so.
"If we just read her memories, we'll know how to become her companions?" "We need to tamper with her memories."

"?"

Sofia and Ritas looked at each other, both with expressions of not quite understanding what the other was saying.

"What real value can one gain from simply prying into other people's past and inner secrets, besides satisfying curiosity?"

"What you say makes a good point. But is your heart made of metal?"

After opening and closing her mouth slightly a few times, Sofia sighed and said.

After not forgetting to jot down one more thing about Ritas in her notebook, Sofia finally agreed with Ritas's approach.

As the former witch's disciple, Sophia was ultimately much more rational than the other girls who only witnessed the scenes in others' memories.

Thus, before Ritas, who was deeply obsessed with Wayne, could make the final decision, Sofia transformed into Wayne's mother and merged into the false memory.

“I think there are too many children attending the Sunday schools you created. For ordinary people, even though church schools are free, the time they can spend in school is the most expensive luxury.”

Recalling how a dozen or so children had gathered at just one intersection, Sophia nitpicked at the things Ritas had created.

It's clear that Wayne's real childhood involved never attending Sunday school. Therefore, those scenes were all fabricated by Ritas.

"Really? I thought that a school that's only open one day a week would be like a street littered with gold coins, with everyone scrambling to buy it. Maybe you're right, since my knowledge of Sunday schools is limited and mostly based on rumors. I've never actually studied at one of those schools."

"Actually, so am I."

Sofia shrugged and said.

Although both of them later became the great nobles of the Westerlands, the fact that they were unable to attend Sunday school during their childhood was definitely not because their noble status allowed them to be picky about which school they attended.

"From this perspective, we do have quite a lot in common. For example, we can't even come up with a complete biological parent-child pair."

"."

Ritas didn't know what to say in response.

It can only be said that, even with an element of self-deprecation, Sofia's words, which can be so utterly eccentric, are likely heavily influenced by her husband, Roland.

"In this respect, Wayne is just like us. That woman named Dolores is definitely not Wayne's biological mother. She just picked Wayne up from somewhere and used her docile nature, which prevented her from saying anything out of line, as a tool to lure wealthy prey. Although I've heard similar stories before, it's really hard to believe that such a terrible person could exist in the world."

"Sophia, aren't you putting too much emotion into Wayne?"

He slightly raised his head and stared at the indignant Sofia.

"Ritas asked in a completely flat voice."

(End of this chapter)