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　"Three months after my father's death, I received an email from Messina informing me that his estate had been distributed."

　"What surprised me was that he had no other illegitimate children. Apart from about 30% of his estate being taken away by his colleagues, almost all of the remaining wealth was left to me."

　"That's what's in his will. He left a will before coming to the Citadel."

　Ophelia's expression was calm, so calm that the other staff members were a little uneasy.

　Stoner Thane, who chased after money and despised family affection...left everything to his daughter before he died.

　In the end, he was killed by his daughter.

　"Don't be so serious. I'm just explaining to you the source of my property so that you won't suspect that I'm greedy for money." Ophelia still sighed.

　"We didn't think so." Albus shook his head.

　"Okay, let's stop talking about this and get down to business."

　Ophelia raised her wand and waved it gently, and all the doors of the mansion opened.

　"During the time we were imprisoned, I have been observing the inspiration of those jewelers. I think I have successfully located where they store their archives."

　"Let's go and let the files fly."

　"Becoming a teacher? Eh~ I feel so bored~"

　After leaving the theater and on the way back to the hotel, Aurora complained after listening to Xingmo retell the previous conversation.

　"That college left a very bad impression on us!"

　"Is it just because of that kid's offense?" Xing Mo smiled faintly.

　"Hmm, yeah," Aurora shrugged. "No respect at all."

　"After all, Christa Magic Academy considers dueling a compulsory course," Xing Mo said calmly, "It doesn't matter. The class I'm going to substitute for is also a dueling class."

　"Then remember to give those rude students a good beating." Aurora muttered.

　"That's not necessary." Xing Mo rubbed the little guy's head.

　The evening breeze blows, slightly cool, mixed with an ancient fragrance.

　"Speaking of which, when do you plan to go to the High Heaven with us?" Aurora looked up and asked Xingmo.

　"That's fine anytime," Xing Mo nodded slightly, "What's wrong?"

　"Let's go back to the sea of ​​flowers. We haven't been back for a long time." Aurora blinked.

　Looking at Aurora's expression, Xingmo frowned slightly:

　"No, you want to meet the parents?"

　"If you want to get married, you have to meet me!" Aurora's cheeks flushed slightly. "And I have to take the initiative to propose it, you little saint, you big fool!"

　"Hey~ If you say that about me..."

　Xing Mo shrugged helplessly, his eyes a little evasive.

　Meet the parents... Of course, I'm not referring to Miss Pearlis...

　But the king in the ivory tower.

　It’s not that Xing Mo is afraid to see him. After all, he is now a friend, and the Painters are a common enemy.

　But... when I think about how I once stole a little flower from the sea of ​​flowers...

　I felt a little embarrassed all of a sudden...

　Apparently having read Xingmo's emotions, Aurora poked her waist.

　"What's there to be embarrassed about? That poet used to read poems to us!"

　"Okay, I'll go." Xing Mo stuck out her tongue.

　"So you're going? You can't regret it, right?"

　"Of course, when have I ever regretted it?"

　"You regretted that truth or dare! You're not a trustworthy little saint!"

　"Pinch you, you little fool who brings up old grudges..."

　"Well..."

　When the two returned to the hotel, the moon was at its highest point in the sky.

　Lying down on the bed, Aurora stretched and muttered:

　"Come to think of it, when we first met we went to school together... I didn't expect we'd be going again so soon..."

　"yes..."

　Xingmo hung up her coat, sat down on the edge of the bed, and untied her hair tie.

　In a blink of an eye, so much time has passed.

　The memory of going to Nefera Beta Magic Academy with Aurora... seems to be still vivid...

　"Okay, go to bed early," Xing Mo said, "We have to get up early tomorrow, so don't bother tonight."

　"Hehe... wait until you fall asleep, then we'll do it..."

　"...The conspiracy cannot be revealed."

　"Krista Magic Academy..."

　Miriam looked up from the file and waved her hand:

　"Come, everyone, come take a look. The jewelers' investigation is quite detailed. I've already written down the conclusions!"

　Everyone gathered together, their eyes fixed on the file Miriam had just finished writing.

　"...Previously, satanic prophetic dreams were considered a random natural phenomenon, appearing irregularly across the land, with an equal probability of inspiring evil thoughts in people..."

　"...But after the White Whale incident, through archiving data, the spread of this nightmare can actually be traced..."

　"...For example, approximately 34% of satanic prophetic dreams radiate outward from the area where Furious Alex is active. The further away from his area, the lower the number of reports of satanic prophetic dreams..."

　Ophelia raised her head and looked at Milly with great approval.

　An nodded and said:

　“It captures patterns very accurately.”

　Miriam chuckled and continued:

　"Based on this speculation, we can determine the possible locations of the next two original sins."

　"Proper nouns," Alya noted.

　"Well, that's what jewelers call them, and it's a term that comes up frequently among victims of Satanic prophetic dreams."

　Miriam spread out a map of Messina with various small symbols marked on it.

　She lightly tapped her wand, and pale golden starlight spread across the map, forming a dense network.

　"Luckily, the area around Romisas where we are is the intersection of original sin. In addition to Captain Alex who lives in Romisas City, there are two other areas."

　"One of them is the Krista School of Magic located on the outskirts of Romesas City."

　"The second one is a small city in Romesas, Opson City."

　"Krista School of Magic..." Ophelia sighed, "I never thought that I would have to go back there one day."

　That's her alma mater.

　"We are all very familiar with Christa School of Magic..." Albus nodded slightly, "Then...what about Opalson City?"

　"It's a city located on the outskirts of Romesas. Although it's called a city, it's actually not very large. However, it's independent of Romesas and has autonomy."

　Ophelia gently tapped the city on the map with her wand, her face expressionless.

　"That city has autonomy because the Messina Chamber of Commerce developed it as its base during the Art Revolution, and the ruling power has been passed down from generation to generation."

　"Although subsequent kings nominally ruled there, in reality, it was still an independent city."

　"It's going more smoothly than I thought..." Ophelia nodded slightly. "In other words, original sin will be born here?"

　"We don't know the specific mechanism yet," Miriam shook her head. "But if we investigate in this direction, it's definitely correct."

　"But the problem is, our negotiations with the jeweler broke down," Angelica interrupted. "So, is it... uh... hard for us to get in?"

　"That won't happen."

　Ophelia sighed softly. She couldn't remember how many times she had sighed recently.

　"After all, I'm an outstanding graduate, so I have an excuse to go back to school and give a lecture. We can take this opportunity to investigate."

　"Want to go together?" Albus asked.

　"Let's split the troops into two groups. One group will investigate Krista, and the other group will investigate Opson City."

　Ophelia looked directly at Miriam:

　"Milliam, I trust you. You will be responsible for investigating Obersen City. Take Angelica and Albus with you."

　"No problem." Miriam winked gently.

　"Alia, come with me to Krista. It's suitable for you to dress up as a student." Ophelia looked at Alia.

　"Okay." Alia cooperated.

　"The rest of you, cooperate with our backup," Ophelia glanced at everyone, "Go! Let's get to work!"

　"The work begins."

　Xingmo yawned and squinted in the carriage.

　Aurora gently held her head in her arms and rubbed it.

　"How about we not go and go back to sleep?"

　"It's all your fault that I didn't sleep well last night." Xing Mo's voice was muffled.

　"Hehe... Are you greedy..."

　"Little greedy cat..."

　"call----"

　The sound of wind came from outside the carriage window, and the emerald green in the wilderness was blurred by the wind into blocks of color, flowing out on the glass window.

　Xingmo stood up and looked out the window at the green wilderness under the gray clouds.

　The outline of a huge castle appeared on the wilderness.

　The Krista School of Magic, located in the suburbs of Romesas, is the oldest magic school in Messina.

　The first generation of teachers of this academy were the warlike dark elves, who trained many outstanding wizards for the late King Corison. This is why the territory of Messina remained intact during the reign of Emerald I.

　Even though Messina later fell into a state of division with many warlords fighting for power several times and has not yet achieved complete centralization, almost all forces tacitly maintain the neutral position of the Krista Magic Academy.

　The reason is simple - they all think this is the best magic school in the world.

　Looking at the gray-black outline of the school, Xingmo picked up the top hat and put it on his head.

　She pulled at the collar of her coat, then turned and did the same for Aurora.

　"Remember, you are my assistant, Miss Ruby, not the Great Evil God Aurora."

　"I am the great evil god Aurora." Aurora puffed out her chest.

　"We have to be as friendly as possible when we go in, okay?" Xing Mo said as if she was trying to reason with a child. "Don't make things difficult for those kids. I guess they won't be too polite to us, so we have to be as tolerant as possible."

　"No tolerance for small fry." Aurora crossed her legs.

　Well...children are in their rebellious period...

　"Then sit at the same table with Cain next time." Xing Mo stuck out her tongue.

　"Great! Grab the food!"

　"Shame on you."

　Xingmo pinched Aurora's little face, and they both laughed at the same time.

　At this time, it started to rain wildly, and the raindrops hit the carriage windows, making a crackling drumbeat.