Yisha knew that Elvire, influenced by her sister, was always rigorous when it ca to Mysticism. But she didn’t plan on explaining it to Elvire—mainly because she couldn’t explain it herself. How Belief Magic worked, its underlying principles... only Sean himself knew the answers to those questions.
"If you don’t believe , you can go ask him yourself," Yisha said.
Elvire: "..."
Normally, she wouldn’t have needed Yisha’s prompting. She would have already gone back to her room, changed her clothes, and prepared to go find Sean.
But she couldn’t now.
That guy had made her angry last ti, and he still hadn’t co to make it up to her.
’It’s been almost a week, and he hasn’t even sent a single text. What’s that supposed to an?’
"I’m not going to look for him," Elvire huffed.
’So what if Sean knows Belief Magic? What does that have to do with ?’
Elvire had to admit, Sean’s Talent had once again exceeded her expectations. He was even more incredible than she’d thought. But no matter how incredible he was, could he be more incredible than her philandering brother-in-law?
Blake was the man who had guided Mysticism to greatness. His Power was beyond what many Wizards could even fathom. But even so, didn’t she still dislike her brother-in-law?
She had never been one to be attracted to Power.
Yisha blinked and asked tentatively, "But it’s been so long. Don’t you miss him, Miss Fla Crow?"
Elvire: "?"
"Wait, why would I miss him?"
Yisha answered honestly, "Elise taught . She said humans are creatures who can’t hide their feelings. If you like soone, you’ll think about them every mont of every day. A day apart feels like three autumns. By my count... you two have been apart for over ten autumns."
Elvire: "?"
"Who told you I like him?"
"Huh?" Yisha asked, confused. "Am I wrong?"
"Of course not," Elvire said, firmly denying such a baseless accusation.
"Then what are these?" Yisha’s gaze fell on the paper Elvire had been using for calligraphy practice on the table. Many nas were written on it. She started counting: "One Sean, two Seans, three Seans, four Se... Hey, Miss Fla Crow, what are you doing?"
She had just started counting when Elvire, snapping to her senses, snatched the paper, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it into the pond to feed the fish. She then warned Yisha irritably, "Don’t look at what you’re not supposed to!"
The wad of paper landed in the pond, sending ripples across the surface. The clear water reflected the upper half of the girl’s figure. Her cheeks were slightly flushed, seemingly from anger.
Yisha stifled a laugh and asked one last ti, "Are you really not going to see him, Miss Fla Crow?"
"I’m not," Elvire said, true to her word.
’That business from last ti isn’t over. I’ve never t soone who treats their own body with such little regard.’
’Sean might not care, but has he ever considered how the people who care about him feel?’
’I’m not going to see Sean.’
’If anyone’s going to do any visiting, it’ll be Sean coming to see . Hmph.’
"Alright then," Yisha said, putting down her cup. "If you won’t go, fine. I will."
Elvire: "?"
Her gaze instantly turned wary. "What are you planning, Little Yisha?"
"To learn math from him, of course!" Yisha said.
She had rushed over to complete the task assigned by her superior—to visit Sean and inform him of the recent developnts outside. Now that her work was done and she had reported what she needed to, it was ti for so relaxing and enjoyable personal ti!
Yisha had already decided what she wanted to learn.
If Sean was really willing to teach her, she would choose math.
Belief Magic was a bit too complicated for her. The key was being eloquent and debating ideas with enemies, but she’d always been poor with words. Even if she learned it, she probably wouldn’t be able to use it effectively. It was like the Fireball Technique—every Wizard knew it, but not everyone could actually hit soone with it.
In comparison, math was simpler.
After all, she had a foundation in it.
The form it took was also more interesting.
’Once I learn how to create questions using Magic Power, I’ll definitely make a magic problem book. In the future, if anyone dares to provoke , I’ll just smack them on the head with the problem book and show them the true aning of "knowledge is power"!’
"I’m off! If there are any more missions later, Miss Fla Crow, just send a text."
Yisha put down her teacup and trotted out of the garden.
As Elvire watched the little girl’s cheerful, retreating back, she felt a mont of indecision.
’Maybe... I should go hang out at the hospital, too?’
’I won’t go to his room, just take a walk near the hospital. Maybe Sean will see from a window and co find himself.’
But soon, Elvire shook her head again, casting the thought aside.
’No, I said I wouldn’t go.’
’I can’t go soft this ti!’
In reality, she couldn’t go even if she wanted to.
As a core mber of the Dawn Council, she didn’t have much personal ti.
Just as Elvire walked to the edge of the pond and fished out the wad of paper, Elise called.
"Two things."
Elise kept it brief. "First, there’s a eting in three days."
A eting during the Day of Abstinence would definitely have the Day of Abstinence as its the.
The eting was called by Adelf. Although the old man hadn’t told her the agenda, Elise had a good idea. Every year around this ti, there was a Dawn Conference. The the was always more or less the sa: organizing activities in Alola Town suitable for the festival’s atmosphere. The only difference was what those activities were.
The year before last, it was a "Chef Competition"—that was the public na for the event. In reality, all the participants were Alchemists. They had to incorporate Alchemy into their dishes, which not only had to have the effects of a Magic Potion but also taste delicious. Otherwise, the consequences would be severe.
Elise rembered one Alchemist who had made a dish of Nine-Turn Large Intestine. The Lie Breaker had taken one bite and his face turned green. The contestant was disqualified on the spot.
Last year, it was a "Fishing Competition."
A Wizard and an Alchemist would form a team. The forr was responsible for fishing, the latter for concocting the bait. Only straight hooks were allowed. Appropriate Magic could be used, but it had to be within limits. Blast fishing and interfering with others were forbidden.
The fish they were trying to catch weren’t ordinary, either. They were brought back from the mysterious, lightless deep sea. Influenced by the underwater pressure and the natural Magic Power contained in the water, they had mutated and were not easy to deal with. Countless self-proclaid master anglers before the competition ended up catching nothing at all.
These two competitions seed a bit nonsensical and strange, perhaps even old-fashioned. In reality...
...they were indeed very "old-fashioned."
They were all activities from the magical sports ets held for students by the Hall of Truth during the Era of Polymath.
The Dawn Conference did this to commorate the Hall of Truth.
Besides that, the other topic of the eting would probably be Carl Black.
The statue hadn’t shown any signs of movent for a long ti. Adelf had asked Kate several tis, and Kate always said the statue hadn’t moved again. This led the Wizards who had been at that eting to wonder if they had fallen into so kind of collective illusion. Was it because they missed Blake and the Era of Polymath so much that they had seen Blake’s statue wink at them?
No one could say for sure.
Adelf had a theory: perhaps Blake’s soul had fallen into a deep slumber. They had disturbed him last ti, causing him to awaken, but Lord Blake himself hadn’t rested enough, so he glanced at them and went back to sleep.
So Adelf wanted to use this opportunity to see if they could "wake" Lord Blake up again.
This was actually very important.
Once could be a trick of the eye or an illusion. Twice would basically confirm that Lord Blake wasn’t truly dead.
"And the other thing?" Elvire asked.
She was still reluctant to talk much about Blake.
"The other thing... we might have to tell Sean about it," Elise said.
’Sean again.’
’Why is it always about him?’
Elvire looked at the wad of paper in her hand, threw it back into the pond with disgust, and asked Elise, "What does it have to do with him?"
"It has everything to do with him," Elise said. "He’s coming for Sean."
Elvire frowned. "Who?"
"Sopea."
Elise said, "He has broken through to Tier Six."
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