I have become stronger, but also shorter [comprehensive]

With the barrier of dreams, a certain magician who did not want to be named [probably] did not teach Isabella much.

Isabella grew up very smoothly into a gentle, kind, kind woman.

Because she likes children from the bottom of her heart, her work returns to the children when she grows up, and the brilliance of motherhood blooms even brighter on her young face.

"It's more similar."

In her dream, the magician, who did not want to be named, suddenly said this unclear sentence after many years.

People always say that they "like" people they don't know, even if it is a dream that they don't know in reality, it will inevitably make the person angry.it `s just normal.

However, Isabella may be "not quite normal".

She wasn't very angry, but she was a little puzzled.

"What is the similarity between me and the person you mentioned?"

"Ah, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." The magician didn't answer first, but the first sentence he said was a particularly quick apology: "It's really rude to compare two different people together and talk to yourself, please be sure Pretend you didn't hear—"

Isabella: "Yes, I see, it's okay."

It seems to be a casual question, an expression and attitude that actually doesn't exist if you want to say how interested you are.

The young and beautiful girl who had just completed her full year looked as usual. She walked aside with the book that the magician conjured up and stuffed for her in the early years, and read it calmly.

That's right, it's up to you to see for yourself, there's no need for a bluff to find excuses to cover up, Mr. Magician can step down on his own if he has nothing to do.

—It is indeed good in terms of results.

——But why does the magician feel a headache, a toothache, and a stomachache?

The "like" is here.

However, it is also possible that Nightmare, who has nothing to do with "worry" at all, is too worried, which leads to the shadow of many old friends in the human girl.

Not just the same "old friend".

The magician also took care of a young girl a long time ago, from birth to adulthood, who was his important pupil.

A long time ago, the magician knew of the existence of another woman.

The life of that person can be seen in the history books and legends at a glance, so even if he has never seen her, he can fully imagine her whole picture——

After all, that is the girl that "he" loves and follows "him" to the end.

"Of course you are a unique existence, but some of your excellent qualities remind me of several equally excellent people, so it's not good to cause misunderstandings."

When the magician finally said this, he might be planning to get serious.

He smiled, and sent a sincere invitation to the girl who was reading a book not far away among the flowers: "So, are you willing to put down the book in your hand and listen to me tell a wonderful story, mylady?"

The book covered half of the black-haired girl's face, and her bright eyes looked over first.

Facing the magician's eyes, there was silence for about a few seconds.

"Okay—it's my pleasure."

Isabella put down the book, not only did her voice draw back a lot, but her movements seemed to be more lively than when she sat there before.

This reveals that the girl's inner world is not as calm and peaceful as her appearance.She still cares a lot about those things, and her character is not as flat as stagnant water.

All these years, unknown night time, the magician has been here.

His "purpose" is as erratic as a dream that may be broken at any time, and the degree of suspiciousness has never diminished.

However, the girl who was neither a teacher nor a friend with him, but only remembered the content of past dreams when she returned to her dreams, knew it well, but she never asked him.

There is a tacit understanding between them.

"Treat me as part of a dream, that's fine."

The magus who still couldn't see his face said softly.

He stopped behind the growing girl, as if he was looking at the end of the untouchable sea of ​​flowers, his whispering voice almost disappeared in the wind again.

"There is an unbridgeable gully between illusion and reality. You cannot cross this gully, but in reality, the gully between you and the truth can be completely crossed—just use Your own power."

"As a bystander, I'm not going to prepare the bridge for you. But, just as..."

--call!sough!

"!"

Isabella's twisted braids were picked up by the wind from behind, and they were suddenly lifted forward.

The dense flower bushes around him were also attacked by the sudden strong wind, shaking violently, making this sea of ​​flowers a real ocean.

The colorful waves are mixed together, one after another, the sound of rustling and friction echoes everywhere, and the waves of flowers that I see in my eyes have already burst into dazzling colors.

And in the front.

He was still kneeling right in front of the black-haired girl among the swaying flowers.

The airflow rushed straight, piercing through the soft barrier made up of flowers and leaves, clearing out a straight passage.

The petals splashed and flew all over the sky, and also painted bright embellishments on the border that revealed the white sky light.

Isabella raised her eyes in shock, and what she saw was such an empty scene—an empty but extremely gorgeous scene.

It seems to indicate something.

It seemed that taking this as an opportunity left a vague shadow in her heart.

"That's the limit of my relationship with you." The magician said to Isabella.

"But please know that you are by no means alone on the road ahead."

"There will be 'hope'..."

Then wake up.

Isabella, who returned to reality, forgot everything in the dream. Perhaps, only a very shallow shadow remained.

The tenacity in her bones was exposed in the process of searching for clues. Once she caught a trace of a clue, she pursued it relentlessly and never let go.

His actions are simple and rude, which is completely contrary to his appearance, but he has not exposed it until now, and he has not been in danger because of it.

The root cause is indeed——

Isabella knew subconsciously that someone was protecting her.

That person will not directly help her, bring her any help that can promote the development of the "plot", but he will use other means to cover up her extremely bold actions without affecting the overall situation.

Over the years, Isabella has resolutely searched for the truth hidden behind layers of veils in such a wonderful environment.

She gradually investigated many deeply hidden interiors.

The orphanage where he grew up since he was a child actually has ulterior connections with certain high-ranking figures in the country.

The country here does not refer to the country where the land where the orphanage is located belongs.

Yes, not just this one, there should be more forces involved like a spider web covering the sky.

The known orphanage where Isabella was born is one of five orphanages isolated by cliffs.

From many details, it can be seen that this strange area is not built by a coincidence surrounded by cliffs, but someone with a heart wants to use the terrain to separate the orphanage from the outside world.

Children are sent away from six to 12 years old in what amounts to solitary orphanages.

Being adopted by a well-meaning family and growing up happily in the adoptive family-this is actually a lie with only one percent truth.

Because, the number of children who can enjoy this so-called "happiness" is very small, and can only account for one percent of the total... No, it is less than one percent.

In this incalculably tiny proportion, even more astonishing discoveries came to light.

—all girls.

Through Isabella's secret investigation, including herself, the lucky ones who were adopted and grew up in seemingly normal families are, without exception, all girls who are far superior in all aspects to their peers.

When these girls grew up, without exception, they all took the initiative to return to their former "homeland" to work.

A small number stayed in the place where they had stayed before, and some were transferred away, seemingly to a strange orphanage in another area.

If there are only some girls who are reluctant to let go of the environment they lived in since they were young, and eager to return to their old places, that's normal.

But gravity is everything.

All the outstanding girls who were selected gave up better opportunities and a better future without any hesitation, and chose to return when they were here.

"why is that?"

When she found out, Isabella couldn't help being shocked.

She recalled herself a few years ago, and suddenly found that she had never considered other opportunities at all, and made a choice without hesitation.

why?

Indeed, she loves the orphanage very much, and she also loves the pure and lovely children like flowers, but these two points alone are not enough to make her rational and faintly strong not to hesitate at all.

what.

I remembered.

Like a piece of gravel quietly falling into the calm lake water, splashing water and ripples.

The person Isabella thought of was her "mother".

When she was still in the orphanage, "mother" had high hopes for her. I don't know how many times she mentioned implicitly and euphemistically that she would be very suitable to be a mother, and she might be able to take over her class in the future.

Mentioned again and again, hinted again and again.

This is how to manipulate defenseless girls and use their trust to achieve their goals.

...What a sarcasm.

Isabella was surprisingly not sad at all, and she didn't even show much sadness.

All she wanted was to find out where all the other children who had been sent away had gone except for the very few "successors" who were favored.

"While investigating, I learned from my former 'mother' and taught my own children to stay away from danger as much as possible."

Don't know if it will work, but do it anyway.

I don't know if it's a waste of effort, but I still have to keep looking.

Moreover, Isabella's unreasonable subconsciousness emerged all the time, giving her unreasonable revelations:

Apart from her own efforts, she still has to wait for someone...no, maybe a few people to appear.

They are "hope" - it seems that someone has said this to her a long time ago, but it seems that they haven't.

In short.

Her efforts were not in vain.

She couldn't reach the deepest point, but with her ability, this was already the limit.

Isabella found it.

"Except for us who were brainwashed, the vast majority of other 'adopted' children..."

The nun's bright eyes seemed to be shining with a touching light.

She opened her mouth slowly, and her expression fell into the eyes of others who already knew the truth, which was the calmness that concealed her sadness.

"They were..."

"—We all know that kind of hateful thing, Isabella who is... regarded as... or something, don't force yourself to say it!"

"..."

Saitama (dumbly) interrupted in advance because he couldn't bear it: "..."

Isabella was also surprised.

She frowned slightly, with a puzzled and hesitant expression on her face.

"It was all sent to another country—isn't it?"

"…………Hey?"

Isabella is serious.

Saitama is also serious.

But their meanings are obviously wrong, and they don't match up at all.

——From some kind of terrible ending that gathers the evil of human nature, it suddenly turned to be annoying but completely... so what, the ending?

What exactly is going on?

"Yes, they were sent to far away places."

Saitama (continues to stay): "Kusuo?"

"Yeah." Even Eric closed his eyes and said coldly: "That's right."

"Wait ah—"

A psychic uses telepathy to silence someone who can't keep up.

Someone opened his mouth wide, then reacted and quickly closed it.

There was something wrong with his reaction, something must have been revealed, and Isabella would not have missed it.

But it doesn't matter if she finds out.

"It's boring, you go ahead, I went out by myself."

Eric yawned perfunctorily, and stood up particularly capriciously, even though he was about to leave early.

Isabella was slightly taken aback when encountering such a person who did not take the usual route, but she did not stop her.

Therefore, the silver-haired boy who was not "polite" at all left the venue early, and didn't even bother to listen to important matters.

He came out of the nun's room, regardless of the darkness outside, when he reappeared, he was already outside in the dark.

The soft touch underfoot is grass.

Spring has not yet passed, and the quietly emerging wild flowers are still hidden in the fine and soft grass leaves.Occasionally, those who are bold dare to poke their heads out, and if there is nothing, they lower their heads and lightly touch the corner of the boy's black boots.

Eric did not bow his head.

But he had already guessed for no reason that this little bold one must be a purple flower that appeared here early.

"Well."

The boy raised his head, squinted his eyes slightly, and looked at the moon in the sky that was covered by black clouds and only showed a little edge.

"It's well hidden."

He hummed.

Then, his eyes were sharp.

"Sneaky guy, if you show up unconsciously again, I will do it myself and catch you out."