Type-Moon, I'm a magician, is that true?

"Hmm, the taste is not yet..."

"..."

Her face froze, her smile still there, but the mixed tastes she felt on her tongue were like a thorn piercing her brain, leaving her dizzy.

For a moment, she felt as if the sour, spicy and salty flavors were all dancing in her nasal cavity, and her body trembled instinctively.

"puff!"

Aoko spurted out.

Chapter 101 Goodbye, Farewell

The banquet was a great success. Everyone washed away the smoke of battle while chatting and laughing, and returned to their usual joy.

We chatted and laughed, talked about some irrelevant topics, and filled our stomachs. What else could we be dissatisfied with?

Except Qingzi.

She couldn't eat anything in the second half, and just sat there with a pale face. Occasionally, when she looked at Aiwen, she would gag with nausea on her face.

"Ewen, I have a request of a lifetime."

She gripped Aiwen's shoulders tightly with both hands, holding on tightly like a cliff climber grabbing the last safety rope.

"I beg you, please don't ever cook when you're eating with me again. Don't even come near the kitchen, or I'll die. And the cause of death is something ridiculous, like starvation due to damaged taste buds!"

There was an extremely determined light in Qingzi's blue eyes, as if to say, "If you don't agree, we will fight to the death here."

"Don't worry, Aozaki, you won't have to eat my cooking again. This was just an accident."

Aiwen raised his hands in surrender and gave a reply. Although it sounded a little wrong, Qingzi nodded in satisfaction.

"That's right. Everyone has things they can do well and things they can't do. It's fine to delve into areas where you have no talent, but delving too deeply into areas where you have talent isn't necessarily a good thing."

"For example, your talent for dark cuisine is simply astonishing. You effortlessly and habitually add ingredients that interest you. When it comes to torturing the palate, no one can match your flash of inspiration."

After saying that, Qingzi let go of her hand, waved her hand easily and leisurely, and led the way away.

"Bye, see you the day after tomorrow, Aiwen. I'm going to have a good sleep tomorrow, probably all day. Woo~~ I'm happy just thinking about it."

"Well, I hope to see you again, Aozaki." Aiwen said to the back.

She left so quickly that she didn't even get to hear the final goodbyes.

She comes and goes in style, like a neat, clean and refreshing breeze. This is the most enviable thing about Aozaki Aoko.

"What a free and easy wind, what do you think, Yuzu?"

Aiwen felt a familiar figure approaching, he did not look back, but just watched Qingzi leave.

Youzhu looked at the extraordinary figure in front of her with mixed feelings. She always felt that the more they got along with each other, the more secrets she would uncover about Aiwen.

Curiosity always troubled Youzhu, so she opened her mouth softly and asked what she had always wanted to know.

"So, Aiwen, you are the new Fourth Magician? The mysterious owner who has no news in the magic world and is the most mysterious."

Although it was a question, from Yuzu's tone it was clear that she had already confirmed it.

Aiwen naturally gave an affirmative answer.

"Youzhu guessed it... No, it was me who revealed too many flaws."

"What do you mean by revealing a flaw? I clearly had no intention of hiding it. I even took out the fourth law limited edition gift set. I'm not stupid Qingzi."

Youzhu turned her head away in dissatisfaction, but her words still caught Aiwen's attention.

"So Qingzi still doesn't know the true identity of the Gray Staff? You didn't tell her, Youzhu?"

"I had no obligation to inform her, and she never asked. She just laughed foolishly at the powerful gift."

Youzhu closed her eyes. The slight jealousy in her heart made her seem reluctant to recall this scene.

No one knew how surprised she was at that time. The two magicians came together and became friends inadvertently. It was like a joke of fate. If she herself was included, it even seemed like a conspiracy of fate.

But then I thought, no one could outwit the magician, so I gave up.

The two of them walked slowly towards the intersection, the orange candlelight behind them swaying slightly, illuminating the path ahead.

Unlike Aoko's cheerfulness and carefreeness, Youzhu is a beautiful girl with a very orthodox eldest lady's personality. Walking with her makes people feel quiet and comfortable.

It was Aiwen who took the initiative to ask for farewell. This unusual behavior made Youzhu's fair face turn a barely perceptible shade of shy pink.

"Uh-huh."

She closed her eyes and nodded like a deer, looking very cute like a young girl to everyone.

The distance to the main road was not far, and Youzhu and Aiwen subconsciously slowed down their pace. The dark night should have been terrifying, but with the support of their companions, they were able to endure it.

They walked and walked until they reached the end of the road. The street lights dispelled the darkness, and the tacit understanding between the two disappeared silently.

Aiwen looked at Youzhu and said the same farewell words.

"Compared to when we first met, Yuzu is a little more cheerful now. You should remember to get along well with Aozaki in the future. Although she may not be reliable at ordinary times, there is no one more trustworthy and reliable than her when it comes to critical moments."

"Aoko? If I have to rely on that unreliable guy, the world must be destroyed."

Youzhu showed a strong sense of distrust. She recalled the scenes she had witnessed when she lived with Qingzi, and her disgust was evident on the paper.

"Aozaki may have flaws as numerous as sand in her daily life, but her truly precious qualities are like a blue gem buried at the bottom of the sand. When the big waves hit, she will surely release her unchanging brilliance."

"Did Qingzi drug you? Why do you always praise her? When it comes to magic attainments, she should be the one asking me for help."

"You keep talking about Aoko. Do you think she's that great? That's not what I want to hear."

Youzhu gave Aiwen a dissatisfied look, turned around and left in a huff, her pace obviously quickening, driven by the jealousy growing in the girl's heart.

After walking a distance, the impulse disappeared, Youzhu gradually slowed down, and the regret of speaking harshly tripped her legs.

"Shouldn't I have said that? Aiwen didn't say anything wrong. I was just simply concerned."

'Let's take a look.'

In the end, Youzhu couldn't just leave like that, so she stopped and persuaded herself to turn back.

Not far away on the roadside, Aiwen was still standing there, with a blessing and farewell warmth on his face, bidding farewell to Youzhu.

It's different from usual. I always feel that Aiwen is very strange today.

It is clearly there, yet it feels so far away, like the moon in the water. When the night ends, the reflected moon will disappear.

"I must be tired."

Shaking her head and throwing the illusion out of her mind, Youzhu waved at him cautiously in response.

This time he really left, and his figure could no longer be seen. Only Aiwen was left.

He looked at the night sky. The bright moon had already set. Now was the last dark and deep time before the alternation of day and night.

All emotions can melt in the inky night, leaving only the final echo.

"Goodbye."

After calming down, Aiwen walked towards the castle, where the last vampire was waiting for him.

Aiwen still remembered that he owed her a promise, and also wanted to help her solve her blood-sucking urge.

Chapter 102 Leaving and starting a lonely journey

Back at the castle, the mountains of food in the yard had disappeared, along with all traces of the banquet.

There were strange mounds of dirt on the ground, making it hard not to wonder what the final destination of the garbage and kitchen utensils was.

"not here."

After taking a look and confirming that the person he was looking for was not there, Aiwen walked along the grand and luxurious corridor towards the room at the top.

His intuition told him that Arquette was there.

Along the way, you will pass through empty halls, maze-like decorated rooms, and climb the spiral staircase to the top of the castle.

On the highest terrace, beneath the uncovered dome, stood a figure as grand and isolated as an ancient snow-covered city.

Her golden hair fluttered in the cold wind. Elquet closed her eyes and looked up at the night sky. Without Aiwen by her side, happiness and emotions seemed to have left her.

A puppet without blood and tears, a weapon for executing the dead.

Anyone who sees the current princess will have this impression.

But Aiwen wouldn't. He already knew that the girl in front of him was just a silly girl. The coldness on the outside was just an illusion. Anyone who spoke to her could feel the innocence underneath.

"Arquette, why did you come here so suddenly?"

He gradually approached, and the coldness of the terrace melted as he got closer, and the distant temperament of the White Princess also left her.

The rest was the familiar look of Aiwen.

"Because I was a little uneasy tonight, I came here subconsciously."

Elquet opened his eyes. Compared to the usual curiosity and innocence, there was now a hint of sadness and fear in those beautiful red pupils.

"The night sky is the most common sight in my memory. For eight hundred years, it has been the only thing that has accompanied me every time I wake up."

"I thought that in the days ahead, with Aiwen by my side, I would gradually forget about the night sky, but I didn't expect that in the end, I would still only be able to look up at it."

"..."

Aiwen stood beside Elquet, looking up with her, under the same night sky, both of them were silent.

"You've discovered my departure, Elquet. I thought you wouldn't have noticed, with your innocent nature."

"I'm really not a bigot, and I find this easy in my daily life. But the thing about Aiwen is an exception. I don't know why, but every word you said tonight made my heart beat uncomfortably."

"This uneasiness reached its peak after you saw those two magicians off. It's impossible to ignore it."

Turning his gaze away from the night sky, Arquette's tearful expression caught his eye more than anything else.

"So now Aiwen is coming to say goodbye to me? I don't want to hear it, and you don't have to say it either. Just keep living like this."

Aiwen felt his heart wavering. Since their second meeting, Elquet had always been smiling beside him, and because of this, her tears made it even more difficult for him to bear.

She was crying because of him.

Aiwen turned his head away and avoided the sight. He was afraid to see the small drops of water that were nothing special but were extremely heavy and ran across his cheeks.

"Don't cry, Elquet. I'll feel sad too. The emotions I've been holding back will burst out. I've clearly prepared myself mentally."

The grief of loss tormented Elquet, but Ewen suffered even more than her.

Because he is the active party, he has to bear an extra sense of guilt and confusion compared to the passive recipient.

"Why?! Obviously, no one and nothing can force Aiwen. You are a magician who can even defeat me, a member of the True Ancestor royal family. You can do whatever you want."

Elquet hugged her tightly, her arms tightening, the force of the hug was strong enough to deform her muscles, and she buried her face in Aiwen's chest.

As a True Ancestor, she should not be able to shed tears, but she now feels a wetness and heat in her eyes, and surging liquid beads flow out along with the feeling of venting.

Aiwen felt his chest was very hot, hotter than hugging the sun.

But the cold winter wind is about to penetrate deep into the living heart, making people feel only cold and pain.

Aiwen silently hugged Elquet back and comforted her

"Yes, it's true that as a magician, I have the ability to do whatever I want. As long as I put my mind to it, most things in the world are not a problem."

"Then why...?!"

“Just because it can be done doesn’t mean it doesn’t come at a cost.”

Gently rubbing the golden hair of the girl in his arms, Aiwen told her why he needed to leave.

"Everything has consequences. I can certainly ignore the cost of doing whatever I want and feel relaxed, but it won't go away and will inevitably come back to haunt others."