The Magician of Clow

Chapter 919 Until that voice sounded
After the body has been cured by hot water, the warmth of the body surface is blown by the night wind, and the ice is cool and comfortable,
Sitting on the edge of the roof of the hotel, in the darkness where the light cannot be seen, the figure wearing only a simple shirt looked at the night in the center of Paris,

Looking at the world-famous Eiffel Tower, it is brilliant in the night.

Seeing this "well-known" scenery in elementary school English textbooks up close,
I feel that I can hear the breath of the bustling city around me, which is very far away from him who used to only live in a small city.

The sound of flapping wings sounded, and two delicate and elegant black figures appeared. Hai Ji and Mu Lin landed on his shoulders, rubbing Fangran's cheeks affectionately,
Spreading their wings, they chirped and chirped, as if they were complaining about the owner's sudden abandonment of them not long ago.

"Sorry, sorry, I didn't want to leave you behind either."

Seeing this scene, Fangran smiled softly, tapped the birds that returned to him immediately, raised his arms and let them fly into the night sky,

Then he continued to look at the night in Paris, and slowly opened his dark eyes.

This time Fangran himself noticed it.
He is indeed smiling.

No longer sticking to the same place, coming to a distant world, and experiencing a series of events as a participant seems like a long-awaited adventure.

"If that match is not won."

His black eyes overlooked the bustling city center of Paris from a high altitude, and the night wind blew his collar and broken hair, blowing away the second half of his soliloquies.

I don't think about these things anymore.
Thinking about myself who participated in the national war because I wanted to advance, it was also the reason why I didn't lose the night game and was involved in the crisis,

This time Fangran still felt that the collision of various conditions resulted in a result,
Then push yourself into a 'coincidence' in a situation.

Temporarily escaped from the tense escape and had time to rest. The darkness on the roof cuts off the noise of the bright lights below, as if far away from the corner of the other side of the world.
The arc is frivolous, the black eyes are quiet, and his thoughts are slowly fascinated by the night.

"What are you doing in a place like this?"

Then after an unknown amount of time, I suddenly heard a clear and dignified voice sounding behind me.

Osphia, who had changed back to the white silk casual clothes, walked to his side, her golden hair was shining and soft in the night wind.

"I can't sleep, so I want to see the scenery of Paris?"

"No, I'm just looking for people who are in trouble like they were during the day,"

In the high-altitude bird's-eye view, he unconsciously forgot the time. He was a little surprised by her arrival. When he switched back to his own field of vision, Fangran slowly replied with ecstasy in his eyes:
"Because... I can go help them now."

Slightly stunned, he felt that the night was different to him at this moment.

Then Osfiya saw the young man sitting on the edge of the roof looking at him with a pair of dark eyes, and deliberately blinked and chuckled:

"Are you surprised?"

But there were no waves, and Osfiya looked calm, looking at the golden-orange shining iron tower in the distance.

"No, what you said just now surprised me even more."

She was a little surprised when she saw how calm she was, Fangran turned her head curiously.

"Why do you say that?"

"You deliberately blurred the explanation to your companion. Your answer to me before was not to the extent of flashing a few pictures,"

She had already noticed Fangran's weakness in the car back with Qing Ning, but until now, she slowly exposed it with a calm tone.

"The most obvious thing is that if you enter after noticing something strange, you can't see Kolossos attack Lord Herschel suddenly."

On the roof of the building in the night, Osfiya's blue eyes stared at the dark pair, her figure was awe-inspiring in the night wind, and her voice was calm.

"You're hiding something, whether it's these eyes, or the terrifying monster with obvious A-level methods that you manipulate."

The look on her face was a little surprised, she didn't expect that she seemed to have noticed it a long time ago,

Fangran stared at her in shock for a second, then slowly smiled helplessly.

"Have you noticed it yet?"

Through Hai Ji who fell on the window sill, he saw Qing Ning, who was carrying back a lot of delicious food with Tang Bing,

Thinking of the 'connection' that may have existed between himself and everyone in the night game, he lowered his quiet black eyes and spoke softly.

"I just haven't figured out how to tell them."

And listening to his somewhat complicated words, Osphia looked at Fangran beside her and remained silent, then turned her head and continued to answer the question just now, but replaced it with a sudden inquiry.

"Fangran, do you know why I was hostile to you because of the national war?"

"Isn't it because I accidentally scratched your clothes?"

Ignoring his knowingly chuckle, Osphia looked at the night scene of Paris in front of her, as if seeing that C-level battle that was finally lost.

"Although it is understandable to use tactics to balance the disadvantages of the number of people, you who wear a mask and always disguise yourself are the kind of person I hate the most,"

"So I don't trust you, and I don't want to act with a person who even deceives his companions."

"But I found out after being forced by the form,"

The stunned look of the young man was reflected in the blue eyes.

"You seem to be lying to yourself."

Silently opened his mouth and then slowly closed it. He couldn't refute this harsh comment, but looking at him who was speechless, Osphia withdrew his gaze and continued to speak coldly.

"Obviously I know the answer in my heart, but my mouth is ambiguous. I clearly know why I stayed in this muddy water, but I don't have the courage to really admit it."

"Did you look at your face in the mirror when you rushed out to catch that mugger and teach those black thieves a lesson?"

This second hits the nail on the head, and she pointed out the source of her confusion on the train without any tact.

But at the same second, he heard Osphia's voice calm and soft in the night wind, which seemed a little different.

"That's why I was surprised just now."

Eh?
The black eyes froze. Hearing these words that always felt gentle, Fangran paused as he looked at the night sky.
Then, seeing that Osphia seemed to be deliberately not looking at her, she said lightly with the same tone:
"It seems that after what happened last night, you seem to want to understand."

The expression on his stunned face suddenly thawed out. Hearing what she said, Fangran couldn't help but chuckled, and then his black eyes sparkled with joy.

"Are you finally acknowledging me as a companion?"

The white and tall figure did not answer, and time passed again in a not uncomfortable silence,
They all seemed to be quietly watching the night before the action.

"Have your abilities recovered?"

Then it was Osphia who spoke softly first, breaking the speechless atmosphere.

"No, not yet, I just used the moment when the two spaces were connected briefly to recall some of the power activated in the scene, but I still can't use the magic energy,"

Fangran propped his hands on his sides, looked at the relaxed answer in the distance, and then remembered the precious opportunity of [Scaling Card] to recover, and sighed helplessly that he had simply wasted it:

"And if it's not luck, it's not the ability to fight, it will be like today."

Speaking of which, what is the next ability that will appear?
Who will be the next companion?
"Is it."

After getting such a negative answer, Osphia didn't simply speak regretfully, so that Fangran didn't know what she was thinking.

"But your night weapon, that bow can still be taken out, right?"

"You said this?"

Hearing her suddenly mentioning this, Fangran raised one hand to hold it, and after a round of moonlight flickered, the huge bowed and flamboyant Luna Hunting appeared in his hand.

"The power of the night weapon requires mana to be exerted, but the required mana does not absolutely have to come from its owner, otherwise the association's End Sea Roar cannot be used at all."

The sound of heels was approaching, and the black eyes watched Osfiya walk to her side and squatted down in a daze, looking at her delicate profile with blue eyes drooping, Fangran listened to her slowly speaking in a daze:
"The power of the etheric spirit is to carry someone's consciousness, but it also has my magic energy. Attach it to your night device, and then I will give you the consciousness control over them, and you should be able to play the night device the power of."

"Wait, this...isn't that"

The moment he opened his mouth inconceivably, at close range, Fangran saw Osfiya's indifferent answer:
"That's right, it's equivalent to lending you a part of my magic power."

It's really possible to lend mana
It is clear that generally speaking, participants will never lend the mana that is the root of their own strength to others, and they always feel that they are associated with well-known behaviors in a certain series,

Fangran saw that her hands were placed above Luna Hunting, the dim light shining in her blue eyes just like on the plane.

"Because I need to fill up the energy of the divine magic coordinates, and I also need to control the ability to fight. I can't control too many ether elves. About a thousand magic energy is my current limit."

Listening to her explanation, I can feel that this is the trust she showed after admitting herself, although a thousand mana is not enough for Fangran who is squandering 'unlimited',

But he looked at the beautiful blond figure in front of him with a chuckle and thanked him.

"Enough, thank you."

"fine."

Listening to Osphia's still calm tone,
At this moment, Fangran also felt that 'connection' from her.

Let him look at the too good-looking side face under the blond hair, and he can't help laughing like a good friend, scratching his head and sighing:
"Speaking of which, even if you are an elite participant, you are too good. One person can open three systems and promote the main line. I have already begun to doubt the existence of Hulu."

"If you have time to say such incomprehensible words, you might as well think about how to bring out the power of this night weapon. The way to use it just by infusing magic energy is too rough. The night weapon in the teacher's hand is definitely not like that. use,"

Hearing what Fangran said, Osphia frowned slightly, and then recovered. It was hard to guess whether her mood had improved a little, and her words remained flat.

"If it wasn't for the A-level night weapon, you would have lost to me in the C-level battle."

"Haha, it really is."

Watching Luna Hunting, who was gradually attached to the light of the elves, Fangran scratched his cheek and admitted with a smile when he heard what Osfia said.

He also thought that every time he used this night weapon, the bowstring condensed with mana would eventually break.

Speaking of which, he hasn't had time to fully explore the power of this night weapon.

Recalling the 'special' scene where he was hunted by the Moon God not long ago, and recalling his experience up to now, Fangran looked at the scene in front of him with a chuckle and said:
"However, you may not believe it. It's only been a few months since I was awakened as a participant. Whether it's the fine use of mana or the ability to tap the night weapon, I haven't mastered it yet."

As soon as the movement of activating the ability stopped, Osfiya's blue eyes subconsciously widened slightly, unable to believe this amazing fact.

Thinking back to the days before that bonfire night, Fangran suddenly felt a little distant nostalgia. He looked at the brilliant Eiffel Tower in the night, his black eyes were quiet and his voice was murmuring.

"So I'm only now starting to really face what I want to do, but I can't make up my mind about who I want to be."

I hate my daily life
I don't know when the control of the ether spirit has been restored, Osphia lowered her eyes to watch the twilight on the bow, and after a moment of silence, she slowly opened her mouth:
"Do you know that there is a spirit in the western aristocracy called Noblesse Oblige?"

"I remember it as an aristocratic obligation?"

Looking at her figure haunted by the halo of the elf from a close distance, the family she was born in was a genuine ancient nobleman in Italy in the past. Fangran, who didn't understand why she mentioned this, replied with some uncertainty.

"Yes, the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility. Those in power should do more for the weak. It is such a noble and selfless moral concept,"

Osphia's expression was quiet, as if she was pious and serious because she told this matter, but her words changed slightly in the next second.

"But I think that's just a superficial boast."

"Eh?"

Not only was he surprised by her sudden turn, Fangran was even more surprised that even as a member of the'nobility', she would say such denials.

"Even among the real nobles in the past, there were not many people who were willing to perform this kind of obligation for free regardless of their own interests, and the people who really did it were not because of a simple Noblesse Oblige,"

With a quiet expression in her blue eyes, Fangran listened to her statement in a calm voice.

"Want to get glory, don't want to see people die, simply yearn for someone, don't want someone to succeed. Everyone stands up and takes action for some reason, and 'us' is even more so."

"I once watched a movie about your Huaxia, and the protagonist's last sentence left a deep impression on me."

The blond hair was fluttering in the night wind, and Osphia's face was bright in the bustling city and the twilight of the elves, softly speaking the words in memory.

"I'm a martial artist, and when I encounter injustice, I must stand up,"

"This is our original intention to learn martial arts."

Unexpectedly, she would also watch such a movie. Fangran saw Osphia looking at herself, the blue and the dark staring at each other on the roof of Paris at night.

"The teacher once told me that at some point, the participants will hear the same voice as the original intention and make some kind of decision spontaneously,"

The moment he was fascinated by these words, he remembered the voice that echoed in his ears in the North Pole, and the body that moved when he escaped from England.
When Fangran saw that the attachment of the etheric elf was over, she stood up, and her figure was engraved in the lights of downtown Paris.

"So if you still can't make up your mind, then you just wait for that voice to sound."

　Yesterday I threw away my meal and rest, and only counted about six or seven points of codewords to the plot. Today I think about the four points of the second half of the codewords. You don’t know how many difficulties I overcame in order to write this chapter (yes My own Calvin is desperate)

　　
　
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