The saint starts out by traveling around the world with a group of elves.

"Tsk~! How pitiful! I heard it was because of a few civilians!"

"That's not true. Those civilians seem to have some connection with Professor Angus!"

"That can only be called bad luck. No, it should be called what you deserve!"

"Alas! There's nothing I can do. Some people always think too highly of themselves!"

"..."

Rose packed her things silently. Although the people around her were laughing at her, they were obviously directed at her, and her eyes were full of resentment and anger, but she did not open her mouth to refute.

Those who dared to laugh at her all had certain backgrounds. It had to be said that setbacks were the easiest things to make people grow, although Rose still didn't think she had done anything wrong until now.

But she has learned to endure.

Just wait, I will make you pay!

Hatred flashed in Rose's eyes. For a loser, this seemed to be something that had to be done before leaving the stage. They always firmly believed that they were the protagonists of the story, that the low point was only temporary, and that their own lives would surely be above the ordinary!

But in fact, in most cases this is not the lowest point in life, but an abyss from which you can never climb out once you fall into it.

It fits the logical aesthetics of an excellent script, doesn’t it?

Rose opened the drawer and suddenly frowned, as she lowered her head.

Who was so bored that he put a little white flower in her drawer?

Rose stretched out her hand to pick up the little white flower and throw it away, but when her hand reached forward, she unconsciously slowed down. She had intended to grab it roughly, but ended up pinching it lightly between her fingertips.

A look of confusion flashed across her face, and Rose suddenly felt that this little white flower was a bit like her former self.

But what kind of person was I in the past?

Just as Rose was about to fall into a trance from confusion, a flash of emerald green light suddenly appeared on the little white flower, which was fleeting and did not attract the attention of any being.

Rose came back to her senses, and for some reason she quickly put the little white flower in her arms.

At the entrance of Norton College, Rose took one last look at the gate of the college. She didn't even glance at Ireland who came to see her off.

Ireland sighed secretly. He hoped that Rose could grow up through this lesson, but as it stands now, Rose seemed to have only resentment and no remorse at all.

Maybe I should apologize to my uncle when I go back. In the past three years, I have been too focused on practicing magic and have neglected my cousin.

Ireland thought with some self-blame, then turned and walked towards the interior of Norton College. He had done everything he could. Rose was not a child after all, and she would have to bear the consequences of her mistakes in the end.

Walking on the noisy and bustling street, Rose felt annoyed. She looked down on these common people from the bottom of her heart, and her face showed undisguised disgust for the chaos around her.

Taking a leave of absence does not mean expulsion, so Rose is still wearing the Norton Academy uniform, and her ordinary-looking face shows naked disgust.

The civilians in the town stayed as far away as possible and no one came near Rose, but this was exactly what Rose wanted. More than half an hour later, Rose reached the entrance of the town.

A luxurious carriage with the emblem of Jonathan's territory has been waiting in front for a long time.

"Good afternoon, Miss Rose."

The coachman was an acquaintance of Rose, but she couldn't remember his name. However, it didn't matter, after all, she was not interested in the name of a coachman.

Just as Rose was about to step out of the town, she felt something inexplicably moving in her heart.

"Wait there, I'll be right there."

The bossy attitude did not make the driver look unhappy, but as he watched Rose's back walking to the side, the driver seemed to show a hint of confusion on his face.

The hand holding the whip also tightened a little.

Rose strode to a big crooked tree. Under the tree was a tombstone without a name. The location was very hidden, but Rose saw it inadvertently.

"I'm so crazy."

With a self-deprecating remark, Rose took out the small white flower from her bosom and threw it in front of the blank tombstone as a gesture of charity.

"What did you just do?"

"Ah~! Bastard, what are you doing? You scared me!"

Rose was startled by the sudden voice and turned around, only to see the coachman who was originally in the distance standing behind her with an expressionless face.

"Didn't I tell you to wait for me here? Don't you understand what I'm saying?!"

Rose frowned and scolded, but the driver's expression did not change at all, and he still looked at Rose expressionlessly.

"I ask you, what did you just do?!"

But the driver obviously didn't have much patience. Gray mist began to spread, and the light in Rose's eyes disappeared instantly. Her lips trembled, as if she wanted to say something.

But someone is faster than her!

A rotten hand suddenly broke out of the ground. The hand was wrapped in golden armor. It instantly grabbed Rose's ankle and then pulled it down hard!

The next moment, the whip came to life like a poisonous snake and hit the empty space. Large pieces of soil turned directly into black water, which then bubbled up into black mist.

The driver's face was as stiff as a corpse. He looked expressionlessly at the withered little white flower on the ground and the line of words that had reappeared on the tombstone. He remained silent for a long time without moving.

"Irish Jolos, is this also your backup plan?"

"Heh~! A poor fellow who can't even maintain his own self—"

The driver seemed to sneer, and then his figure disappeared in an instant. The reason why he read out the name Ireland Jolos was very simple.

The words that reappeared on this wordless tombstone were Ireland Jolos.

The driver did not choose to attack the tombstone because it was meaningless. As the driver's figure disappeared, the tombstone also slowly disappeared in the next moment.

Apart from a large pit that appeared out of nowhere, it seemed as if nothing had happened here.

"Good afternoon everybody."

In the St. Peter's Library, Ireland, with a warm smile on his face and holding a thick magic book, sat in front of Shi Lezhi and others.

Hiss! This Irish person has a serious split personality disorder!

Shi Lezhi and other players looked at each other, and for a moment they didn't know what to say, but they also knew that Ireland didn't have schizophrenia.

"Why, guys, is there anything strange about me?"

Ireland asked doubtfully. Seeing this, Tang Tang quickly said:

"No, Senior Ireland, you came at the right time. We were just about to ask you something!"

I definitely can’t tell Ireland about what happened last night, otherwise I’m sure he’ll go crazy in an instant.

But no matter what, it's good to be able to get some information.