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

Thinking of this, Qingzi suddenly turned to look at Aiwen and said bluntly: "Hey, say something, Aiwen, at least let me relieve my boredom."

Aiwen was used to Qingzi's unreasonable tone. He tilted his head slightly to think and search for possible topics.

"If you must say, I still don't know anything about your family, Qingzi. And will Miss Orange go back tonight?"

"Wow, you asked a big question right at the start."

Qingzi didn't know how to express her feelings. She just felt that Aiwen was too direct in some ways.

But it just so happens that this is not something that needs to be concealed, so it is nice to use it to kill time.

So when the two of them stepped into the train compartment together and squeezed together to sit on a bench, Aoko briefly told her about her family.

It was a story that was nothing special, yet a little special, about an inhuman magician, the hostility between a genius elder sister and a lucky younger sister.

The story is long, yet short. The relationship between the sisters, although ordinary, was close but collapsed overnight, and they became enemies from then on.

Qingzi narrated in a calm tone, and Aiwen listened silently. Unknowingly, they got closer.

"So, even now I still can't understand my grandfather, but now that I've taken over the responsibility, I'll also accept the hatred that comes with it."

When the train arrived at the station, Qingzi put an end to the conversation. There were many passengers in the train, and it seemed a bit crowded because everyone was planning to return to their hometown in the countryside.

"Come on, hold on to my hand, don't let yourself be squeezed out."

Qingzi took Aiwen's hand skillfully and decisively.

She moved around in the crowd like a codfish swimming in the waves, cutting through the gaps between the crowd cleanly and neatly, and brought Aiwen out.

"Qingzi, your reaction is really amazing."

Aiwen looked at the bustling crowd behind him and admired Qingzi's decisiveness and speed.

"Of course, this is a trick I've learned after riding the train many times. Of course you wouldn't understand it. I think this is your first time riding a train."

"Aoko, how did you know?"

"Idiot, it's because of magic. How do you think I found your coordinates? I know everything about your past."

"my past?"

Aiwen pondered these words, and Qingzi suddenly realized that something was wrong. She looked at the people around her with some concern.

She realized that she had spoken out of turn. Anyone who knew that his past was being treated as a movie would be dissatisfied. This was her inexcusable fault.

But when she turned around, prepared to be blamed, she could only see Aiwen's usual knowing expression.

"I feel a bit wronged, but Qingzi just told me about her childhood in the train car, so let's call it even."

A strange person with strange ideas. Qingzi found that until now, she still couldn't deal with the guy in front of her.

But for some reason, she laughed.

"Idiot, this isn't something you can exchange for equal value. Besides, I'm obviously at a disadvantage by exchanging seventeen years of my past for one year of yours, isn't it?"

As they swung their hands together, Qingzi subconsciously forgot to let go, and they just pulled each other away from the small, shabby station.

Outside the station, there are only vast farmlands and scattered self-built houses. Compared with the town, it seems too lonely, just like the scattered stars in the sky.

Away from the bustling crowd, we walked onto the quiet and narrow road among the farmlands. The gradually setting sun covered the earth with golden makeup.

Aoko's home is located halfway up the mountain some distance from the station. It is isolated and has only an undulating path connecting it to civilization.

The journey was long, but Qingzi and Aiwen felt that they arrived at their destination in the blink of an eye. Time always passed so quickly when they were together. They still had a lot of things they wanted to talk about, but at this moment they had to put it aside for the time being.

"Okay, I have to go deal with my parents. As for you, Ewen, go to the cave in the back. Grandfather is there."

Standing at the door of an ordinary house, Qingzi said goodbye to Aiwen. She walked towards the gate, while Aiwen walked towards the dark cave behind.

Chapter 121: The Final Star of This Volume (4k6)

"So in the end, Qingzi still didn't say whether Miss Orange would come back."

He thought of this question without any warning, but after a moment, Aiwen put it behind his mind with a smile.

Sometimes no answer is an answer.

Qingzi knew in her heart that this was impossible, but in a forgotten corner, the memories of spending New Year's Eve together in the past probably still stubbornly existed.

"Okay, it's my turn next. I don't know why Qingzi's grandfather called me here, but no matter what, the first thing to do is to have a conversation."

"But judging by the style of the workshop, Aoko's grandfather is probably an orthodox, old-school magician. People like that are hard to communicate with."

Looking at the path in front of him that was deliberately kept out of the light and always dark, Aiwen's mind was filled with stereotypes about magicians.

No, to call it a stereotype is an insult. It is true that among magicians, ninety-nine out of a hundred will be shot, and there will be some who slip through the net.

"Fortunately, Yuzu and Qingzi are not bad people, otherwise I would never have crossed paths with them."

It is truly a heart-warming joy to meet these two exceptional girls and experience so much with them.

With a warmth that was out of tune with the environment, Aiwen went deep into this remote corner.

Stepping on the soft soil and making way for the bare tree branches, the winter forest is lifeless and this place is so quiet that it seems like another world.

It took less than five minutes of walking deep into the forest for Aiwen to see an inconspicuous cave. It was hidden deep inside, silently keeping its secret.

Walking in, crossing the dividing line between common sense and mystery, the cave is filled with a special atmosphere, a heavy thing that cannot be tolerated in the human world.

Although he couldn't see anything with his eyes, his feeling told him that there was something in the darkness ahead, which made Aiwen feel uncomfortable.

So he opened his Mystic Eyes of Death Perception again after a long absence.

Unlike before, the red shadow no longer appeared, and the pain of death it brought also disappeared.

Was it afraid of Aiwen, who had now decided to be a little willful, or had it realized that there was nothing it could do?

Regardless, it failed, but as a sequelae, these demonic eyes still remain.

With just a blink of an eye, the world in your vision is like a veil that has been removed, revealing the deeper truth.

Cracks, knife marks, and materialized seams of death were scattered throughout the cave, leaving the fragility of all things exposed and laid bare on the plate.

But compared to these, the most conspicuous thing is the human beings pieced together by the dead line in the center of the land.

It’s not quite accurate to say that they were humans. It’s simply that the dead lines in that area were too dense, like standing balls of wool, intertwined and superimposed on each other, forming a picture that resembles a human figure.

Other than that, there was nothing else. He seemed to be an old man, but also seemed to be the same age as Aoko. Even if I could tell, I had no words to describe him.

Like smoke that is about to dissipate.

Aiwen understood that this was the so-called old magician.

His body was dead, but his soul had not dissipated. What remained here were only remnants that had been imprinted in some way, so it was so fragile that it could only exist within the workshop.

In fact, he has come to the side of death, so the lines representing death appear so densely on him.

"Here comes the Fourth Magician, the beginning of the disturbance of the unknown, the transcendent being descended from beyond the universe, the sleeper at the root."

The smoke-like existence drifted and condensed, perhaps as a greeting, and the dead lines all over the body began to wriggle, making people feel a chill.

"...There is no one here. The one standing before you is only Evindon Uberel Oselheide."

"Hmm, 'The Miracle That Makes Greatness Great' is a fitting name. The person who named you has a venomous perspective."

"I can regard this statement as an insult to the teacher. He may not be a good person in the eyes of ordinary people, but you are not normal in the eyes of non-humans."

"I know that what exists here now is just a thought, a mark that seems to be neither alive nor dead. I am afraid it will not dissipate until its purpose is achieved."

A cold and stiff tone drifted in the cave, neither sad nor happy.

"I'm not interested in your current situation." Aiwen responded coldly: "Just tell me your purpose directly, about everything that has happened recently."

"Well, of course. Since I want to see you, I must have a purpose. Life is lived for a purpose."

The cold air in the cave grew thicker, and the slight moisture on the ground turned into frost flowers. In such an atmosphere, only the old voice was heard asking the first question.

"Are you getting along well with Qingzi? My granddaughter has come here thanks to your care. It seems that Qingzi's fate is already intertwined with yours."

"...I see. Is that why you've been watching? Because you want to see this future."

"You misunderstood. It's precisely because we can't see the future that we can only watch from the sidelines. Qingzi has come this far with nothing but luck."

"Strange, isn't Aoko your successor? It sounds like you don't care about Aoko at all."

There was indeed dissatisfaction in Aiwen's words. He didn't care about the magician's values, but it was different when it came to his friends.

The old magician noticed this, but he still didn't intend to change his attitude.

"That's right. Qingzi can do whatever he wants, and whatever the outcome is, I don't care. After all, it was worthless from the beginning."

The shadow in front of him spat out cruel and indifferent words, as if he was not talking about his granddaughter, or even his heir.

"I gave her a task simply because of our blood relationship. It doesn't matter what answer she writes down in the end, because my worthy successor is still in the future."

Aiwen said nothing, but narrowed his eyes. The emotions gradually accumulated in his heart made him feel that the things he saw were gradually shattered, especially the death aggregate in the center.

"Well, please don't look at me with those eyes for now. The topic isn't over yet, and it won't do you any good to start now."

The old man's words seemed to be begging for mercy, but his voice remained steady. Could it be that he actually didn't care about his own death at all?

Aiwen temporarily stopped aiming, turned around, and took a deep breath.

"It's really strange. You say you don't care about Qingzi, but the result is not like that. Do you want her to hear this?"

"No, Qingzi still means nothing to me, but her existence is priceless at this moment. Needless to say, it's naturally because of her relationship with you."

"Just like when a celebrity's signature is added to an ordinary painting, its value will increase."

"The moment she fulfilled my request and saw you approach, the remaining tasks for me were completed."

"This meeting has put my mind at ease. In the future, Qingzi and you will still be separated, but our connection will always exist."

"In a dozen or even dozens of years, your talent will surely be passed down through Aoko to the world, and by then the Aozaki family's wish will be fulfilled."

Just at this moment, the old man's phantom was no different from a candle flame that had burned out, just swaying fragilely.

"If Qingzi knew about this, she would definitely not let you go."

"Haha, this is your mistake."

Rarely, only in this sentence did Aiwen feel that the old magician seemed to have a hint of sincere smile.

"From the very beginning, Qingzi never recognized me. The reason she didn't do anything was simply because she had no motive. She's actually a bit stubborn and lazy."

"...You annoying guy. I regret that when I heard Qingzi talk about you before, I regarded you and the teacher as equals."

"I won't argue with that. To have influenced you to be what you are today, its abilities are far superior to mine."

"Let's end this. This is such a meaningless conversation. I have no interest in a dead man who can only live in prison. Let's say goodbye."

Aiwen didn't even intend to waste his energy on being angry, and he had no mood to stay any longer.

So he left a word and walked straight towards the cave entrance.

"Aren't you going to kill me before you leave?"

The old magician's words made Aiwen pause in his steps.

"No, after all, this is how Qingzi was treated. The final outcome should be decided by her. I won't interfere."

"I'm surprised by your indulgence. Could you please answer my last question? Just consider it as a farewell before we part forever."

"...Tell me, I still have some patience."

Turning back, Aiwen looked back for the last time at this world filled with magic tools and magic books, as well as the astral body trapped forever in this small world.

"Then I won't be polite."

Unlike the mechanical and old voice before, the old magician's voice now sounded young and energetic, as if he had returned to his most curious youth.

"You confine yourself to a single individual's life system. Isn't that painful? You suppress your own quality, block the supreme ability that could explore the root, and simply be content with your current situation."

"It's like having my mind destroyed, my limbs severed, and I'm trapped in a secret room, only able to observe the outside world through an incredibly narrow crack."

"Why would you be willing to fall from a state of complete perfection and feel the growth of troubles?"

This was the only doubt the old magician had, a simple one without any purpose. Even if he knew the answer, he would not get anything.

But he was very curious, just like he couldn't understand why he saw himself facing the temptation of his roots when he was young, but resolutely turned back.