Zongman started from grabbing girls with Wuhe Shidao

Obviously the ring has been taken off, and she will no longer be provided with magic power——

Where did that magic power come from?

"You are not worth my saving at all. You are not worth my turning back at all. You are not worthy of death at all."

Estelle's hateful eyes seemed to overlap Serena's.

Irena was helpless, she could only hold the wand with trembling hands, and stood there in a daze.

Hesitation and fear bound Irena's body tightly, making her unable to move.

"Goodbye, Serena."

Then—with a crisp sound, Serena's neck broke.

A bell announcing the arrival of six o'clock rang in the distance.

Light surrounded Irena and Estelle.The scenery beyond the light gradually blurred until it disappeared.

Time is up.

The stench of blood and the sound of the girl suffocating all disappeared without a trace.

In the end, everything in front of my eyes turned into a blur of pure white.

then.

The story of saving a young girl ends with no one being rescued.

......

The bell echoed.

Opening her eyes, Irena returned to her original world——

All that caught my eye was familiar scenery.Empty rooms, chairs lined up, lavender by the window.

And Estelle lying on the table opposite.

"..."

She seemed to be blinking deliriously.

Irena didn't know what she was thinking, or what to say to her.

Can only wait on the sidelines for the passage of time.

"... Strange? What was I doing just now?" Finally, she murmured in a daze, "Why am I sitting here...? Strange, I can't remember."

"... Estelle."

"Ah, you are...Miss Irena? What was I doing just now?"

"..."

Irena didn't answer.

"I seem to have forgotten...some important thing, some important person...but what is it? Why can't I remember it? What is it?"

"...Do you remember what happened to Serena?" Irena heard something suppressed in her voice.

"Who is that?"

When she returned here, she had already forgotten about Serena, and forgot to go back to ten years ago.

She transformed all the memories of her sincerely cherished friends into magic power.She gave up most of her precious memories all the time.

Back to the present, she could only stay in a daze and become weak.

"Why can't I remember... I feel so happy. Serena, hey... who is that person?" She kept tilting her head. "I can't even think of it. Who is mine?"

"Nobody, at least for now..."

"......yes......"

Irena pursed her lips tightly, stood up suddenly, ran to the door, knocked over the table, and the big bag of coins on it fell, but Irena didn't even look at it, and ran out without looking back , like running away.

......

......

After rinsing the last plate, Lin Mu yawned, looked in a certain direction, and muttered to himself: "I'm back...but I seem to be in a low mood?"

Thinking about it, Lin Mu turned around and walked out of the back kitchen, and found the manager to settle the wages.

The trees descended from the sky to the street, and he silently looked at the figure with his back facing him not far away.

On the bench on the street, Irena sat quietly on it, surrounded by autumn leaves falling one after another.

The afterglow of the setting sun in the distance dyed the streetscape blood red.

Irena lowered her head, with the brim of her hat covering her cheeks, unable to see her expression clearly.

"I couldn't stop her...She took her good friend with her own hands twice..."

The autumn wind swept across, blowing up Irena's witch hat.

That cute and delicate little face is full of gray...

"I'm just an ordinary traveler, just an ordinary witch..." Irena's body trembled uncontrollably, tears dripping down her cheeks.

"Sentimental and powerless..." Tears dripped uninterruptedly.

Lin Mu silently walked out from behind her, and sat quietly beside her.

As if a string had snapped, Lin Mu saw Irena cry a second time.

With a calm expression, Lin Mu gently grabbed her waist and let her close to his arms.

Irena clutched Lin Shu's chest tightly, and couldn't stop crying.

Tears wet Lin Shu's clothes.

"This is the consequence of a traveler's excessive involvement in something..." Lin Mu murmured softly, as if he was talking to Irena, or to himself.

He hugged the crying girl tightly, his eyes lowered slightly, he felt sorry for him, but this was Irena's own choice, and she had to bear the price herself.

This is Lin Shu's experience, a lesson learned from blood.