Can the sadness that magic cannot take away be offset by love?

What surprised her the most was this S-level item with no cooldown time, which could be made at will as long as the points were sufficient - the description said that all virtual content in the arena could be erased, and props, scenes, NPCs, etc. were all considered virtual content here.

If Iris had this item when Leland Viglas fired those two tracking bullets just now, she could have directly erased those two tracking bullets.

However, points are not something that can be spent casually. In subsequent games, points can be used to buy props, and the remaining number of points after each game is related to the amount of resources allocated to the forces behind her.

Resources are allocated once after each round of competition. In addition to points, the performance of the contestants on the field also affects the allocation of resources.

It can be predicted that if Olivia fails to get behind the door, the resources allocated to the forces she represents will be greatly reduced.

After the last contestant stepped through the door, the door slowly closed. Almost no one looked back, except Leland Viglas, who was walking in front. He looked back after hearing the sound of the door closing, and witnessed the process of the witch's face being gradually covered by the door and then completely isolated from everyone.

The vivid pain and confusion on her face made Leland lose consciousness for a moment.

The sound of the blade falling to the ground was blocked by the closed door, leaving only silence.

Everyone was in a spacious and bright hall. In the center of the hall was a tall cylindrical tower. The tower was apricot color, similar to the color of the hall walls.

The width of the tower is several dozen meters, and as for the height... you can't see the end with your naked eyes when you look up.

There are stairs on the outside of the tower that spiral around the tower. At certain heights, a wooden door appears next to the stairs, which seems to lead to possible rooms in the tower.

As everyone was looking around the venue, the broadcast on the field sounded:

"Dear contestants, you now have a ten-minute break, during which any violent behavior is prohibited.

"The tower will be open to you in ten minutes - at that time, you will be provided with some information about the final prize of this round."

While waiting, everyone heard Iris sigh softly.

Leland's hands were in the coat he had just put on. He turned his head to look at Iris, thinking that she would be a little sad for the witch, but he heard her utter a sentence slowly:

"It seems that there will be no reward of 100 points in the second round of the game."

"..."

Leland's brows furrowed. He thought...

"You didn't get those 2,000 points?"

The other mage asked, raising an eyebrow.

Iris pulled the corner of her mouth: "Why should I tell you?"

"Nonsense, if others got it, there's no way you didn't get it."

It was she who said a lot of things just now that made the witch change her mind.

Iris was too lazy to respond, and instead looked at Leland, who glanced at her from time to time, with a half-smile:

"You want to take her over? Even if it means breaking the rules?"

The witch's destination is on the other side of the door - these are her own words.

"You saw it too—I'm still here, fine."

Leland's voice was a little cold. Iris smiled and added fuel to the fire:

"Since you can't bear to leave her, just go and accompany her. No one here will stop you."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone's attention was drawn to them. They were happy to see someone start an argument.

Ernest's gaze deepened a little. His black hair, which was scattered on his sides, swayed slightly in the breeze and then slowly fell on his straight back.

The figure of the girl who used to grab a sack full of dolls at the claw machine overlapped with the figure in front of him, and he wondered at the conclusion he came to at that moment: "she has changed."

If she were the innocent girl who was happy with simple daily entertainment, she would not be able to persuade her friends who had accompanied her all the way with words like friendship and faith, and then walk towards the gate that would separate the two parties without looking back, and continue to prepare for the next stage of competition as if nothing had happened.

What's more, that friend is still on the other side of the door at this time, and is most likely suffering the pain of being cut by a blade - even if it is just an NPC, and the so-called NPC suffering pain is most likely just a human fantasy - the camera is not on the other side of the door, maybe nothing happened there at this time, maybe the staff in the back didn't even write the program of "the witch was injured in the rain of knives" - anyway, the contestants can't see the witch, and the audience can't see the witch either.

But if it were Elijah at that time, she would not be able to be so indifferent.

Ernest intuitively felt the difference between Esilia, who lived in the dream magic, and Iris, who had experienced everything.

Iris had never shown her kindness - malicious sarcasm, untouchable indifference, and unscrupulous calculations - which was in line with his impression of "Iris".

The Aicelia who would go shopping with friends, stop at the old dessert shop her parents had visited, and attend classes in the academy at ease and relaxed was like an agile fish that appeared out of nowhere in a pool of muddy water, flashing by at a speed that could not be captured by the naked eye, and was difficult to find again.

The real Iris has never been "kind" and she faces malice from all sides.

But - Ernest still felt that something was wrong. Her behavior seemed abnormal, but even he couldn't explain it clearly.

Leland's expression showed anger, surprise, and also unconscious disbelief:

"I thought you weren't that kind of person."

The words came out of his mouth and he regretted it right after he said it. Then he saw Iris sneer and raise her eyebrows:

"What are you talking about? What do you think I am not--someone like you?

"I never thought that I would discuss such childish issues with you in a place like this, Leland Viglas - maybe you are not inferior to those opponents who are a few years older than you in strength, but that's all."

Sally Wilmington, the blue-haired wizard, looked back and forth between Leland and Iris with a puzzled look:

"What are you talking about? Are you discussing whether we should feel sorry for that NPC? Do you need me to join the discussion? I think it's normal to feel sorry for him, but it would be abnormal if we do more. Who supports it and who opposes it?"

After saying that, she sneered and rolled her eyes without disguising herself.

"Do you think we're just playing house here? Who hasn't killed a few people before? Yes, no one will really die in this competition, just like NPCs don't really feel pain. Since everyone can kill their own kind so calmly, why can't you calmly accept an NPC sacrificing for you?"

In the intervals between the conversations, no one noticed that Iris was concentrating on observing Ernest's reaction the whole time. At a certain moment, after catching a brief look of confusion in his eyes and the certainty that gradually covered up the confusion, she curled the corners of her lips almost imperceptibly.

"I'm a person without any good intentions, am I?"

Such a question came to Ernest's mind. If Ernest was in a normal state, his answer would not be a firm "yes", because there were too many examples of her in the past that could make people question this point of view.

However, at this moment, while he was unconsciously stuck in his thoughts, the answer slowly came back to Iris's perception:

"Yes, you are that kind of person."

This was a conversation that took place in the subconscious. Ernest would not be aware of her question, nor would he remember that he had given her the answer.

Iris just used a little trick, a little... trick he had used on her before.

The hypnotic magic of the Dragonbeard Fairy is best at making people's subconscious mind relax their vigilance, and even tampering with the subconscious mind and issuing instructions.

As she turned around, Iris's eyes inadvertently swept over his still bandaged arm, silently revealing her disdain.

In the eyes of everyone, that blatant disdain was directed at Leland. Even in Iris's eyes, Leland Viglas was not really within her scope of concern, and the topic of their dispute had never been taken to heart by her.