I don't want to be a heroic spirit

Although the snow on the road had melted, the temperature was still very low, especially at night, when the cold wind could not even be blocked by the quilt.

Now that we are in the village, we no longer have to stand in the cold wind in the wild.

Standing by the window, Fulilian glanced outside and seemed to have discovered something.

"The atmosphere in the village seems off... It's like everyone is expecting something."

"Speaking of which..."

Philen suddenly spoke, as if remembering something, "The hotel owner just told me that we've come at the perfect time. Tonight is a major festival in this village."

"A major festival? Is it the Spring Festival?"

Xiu Turk wondered, "Isn't it a little too late to celebrate the Spring Festival now?"

“It’s not the Spring Festival.”

Putting his index finger on his lips, Philen recalled what the boss had just said, "I think it's called... Dream Soul Festival?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Fulilian's eyes were no longer calm.

"Dream Soul Festival..."

"What's wrong? Lady Fulilian."

Fulilian left the window, and Philen was keenly aware of Fulilian's emotional fluctuations and couldn't help but ask.

Then, Fulilian said something that caught them off guard.

"Go and check out of the room, Philen. We have to leave this village before nightfall..."

There was a hint of imperceptible anxiety in her words, and then Fulilian muttered softly, "Oh my god, how could I have forgotten about this... and what a coincidence? We ran into the Dream Soul Festival right after arriving?"

Philen and Hugh Tark were both stunned and took a long time to come back to their senses.

"What...what's going on? Fulilian, why are you leaving so suddenly?"

Hugh Turk was very confused about Fulilian's decision.

Some time has passed since he set foot in the Northern Wasteland, and Xutark has a basic understanding of the extent of the chaos in the Northern Wasteland.

Hugh Tark also understood how difficult it was to find a place to stay in the northern wilderness.

There are many powerful monsters in the northern wilderness. It is common to be suddenly awakened in the middle of the night and fight with a large number of monsters. Monsters appear more frequently during the day, and there are more than a dozen of them each time.

Coupled with the cold wind at night, Xu Turk felt that he was about to have a nervous breakdown.

Even if we find a village, it might have been destroyed by monsters and used as a nest, making it impossible to use it as a place to stay.

Now that they had finally found a place to rest, Xutalk was very opposed to Fulilian's decision to leave the village immediately.

Philen was more rational and analyzed the reason why Fulilian was so panicked.

"...Is it the Dream Soul Festival?"

Fearon frowned. "This village's Dream Soul Festival... is it really dangerous? Even Lady Fulilian had to retreat?"

Something that even Fulilian finds dangerous?

It was precisely because he was familiar with how powerful Fulilian was that Philen felt a chill.

"No... isn't that right?"

Hugh Tark wondered, "If that festival is truly something dangerous, then people here shouldn't be so excited and looking forward to it. To me, it's no different from any other festival."

"No, the danger isn't the Dream Soul Festival, it's something else..."

Fulilian shook her head, hesitant to speak.

It seemed that Freellian had made up her mind and had no intention of changing her mind no matter what Fearon and Hugh Tark said.

Just then, Ash spoke.

"You're just too nervous, Fleury."

Jian came behind Fulilian and put his hands on her shoulders.

"Let's stay here tonight. We can't let the two kids be blown in the cold wind with us in the wild."

A kind smile always lingered on Jian's lips, and his soft words made people subconsciously feel convinced. "As for those guys you're worried about... leave them to me."

When Jian said the first half of the sentence, Fulilian's beautiful eyebrows were tightly furrowed, and after Jian said the second half of the sentence, Fulilian's pupils shrank in shock.

Fulilian turned her head and stared into Jian's eyes with surprise, as if she wanted to see something from those eyes as blue as lake water.

"Are you able to resist dreams now?"

Facing Fulilian's question, Jian just nodded slightly.

Philen and Shuttalk were completely confused by the conversation between Ash and Fulilian.

They looked at each other and saw the confusion in each other's eyes.

However, Fulilian seemed to have no intention of explaining at all.

After receiving a positive response from Ash, Fulilian lowered her head and pondered for a moment before saying, "Since you are sure, then do as you say. I don't really want to leave here and sleep on the lawn."

After Fulilian decided to stay, Feilun chased Fulilian, trying to ask what Fulilian was afraid of, but all he heard was Fulilian's reply...

"You'll know after tonight."

Such an answer is obviously not reassuring...at least Hugh Turk certainly won't be reassured.

Soon, night fell.

The villagers of Skol go to bed particularly early compared to people in other areas. I don’t know if they go to bed so early every day or if tonight is special.

Seeing that the village quickly became dark and there were almost no lights on, Xutalk and Philen were very confused... Wasn't there supposed to be a festival tonight?

However, this doubt did not last long.

Sleepiness came like a tide, making my thinking slow.

Although the sleepiness was so sudden and strange, neither Xutark nor Philen noticed anything unusual and fell asleep quickly in peace and tranquility.

The night was very quiet, and the sound of even breathing could be heard from the room.

Everyone in the village, including Ash and Fulilian, was fast asleep.

……

My consciousness is gradually falling... falling...

My eyelids were so heavy that I could hardly open them. I could only see more and more white filling up the surroundings.

It seemed like a hundred years had passed, yet it also seemed like only a moment had passed... Jian opened his eyes.

The floor supporting my feet was as smooth as a mirror.

Whether it is the floor, walls or lights, they all appear in cool tones such as gray or white.

There is a large pattern on the wall, with a circle in the middle, wrapped in two olive branches.

The place where Jian is located is such a corridor full of technology.

Everything around him was both strange and familiar to Jian.

"As expected, it's here again... Chaldea."

Ash murmured to himself, seemingly not surprised.

In front of Jian, there stood a pure white door.

There is no door handle on the door, which is normal. This kind of door is much more advanced than the door that needs a door handle.

When Jian walked towards the door with a smile, the door opened by itself.

In the room, a person was standing with his back to her, holding a small plate of strawberry cake in his left hand and putting the cake into his mouth with a fork in his right hand.

The moment he saw the other person, the smile on Jian's face became even brighter.

"Doctor! You've been slacking off in my room again!"

……

"Where...is this?"

Letting the wind blow his hair, Philen's eyes were full of confusion.

She lowered her head and saw that she was holding a very long staff in her hand.

On the cliff opposite her, stood a huge rock.

"...I remember now. I'm practicing magic."

Philen's pupils gradually focused, and his eyes gradually regained their spirit. "Lord Haita said that as long as I can use ordinary attack magic from here to penetrate the huge rock opposite, I can become a magician in my own right."

His eyes gradually became firm, and Philen struggled to raise the staff that was much taller than himself, pointing the front end at the huge rock in the distance.

"...Strange, was this staff this long before?"

Philen felt a little puzzled.

Haita said that he asked a friend of his to make this staff.

However, this staff should be prepared for Philen when she grows up, so it is a bit inconsistent for her to use it now that she is still young.

However, she has been using this staff all these years of practicing magic... There shouldn't be this sense of disharmony.

However, she soon stopped caring about it.

His eyes were fixed on the boulder, and his magic power gathered at the front end of the staff.

Although he has been practicing magic for the past few years, Philen has never been able to penetrate the boulder... or even touch the boulder.

The magic released will dissipate before it touches the boulder.

Haita, who takes care of her, is a monk and cannot teach her magic. All Haita's knowledge of magic comes from his friends.

So, Philen has been figuring things out on his own.

"I'm missing something... I haven't found the trick yet."

Fearon is deeply aware of this.

Originally, she didn't hold much hope this time, and just followed her body's instinct to release magic.

then……

"boom!"

A roar comparable to that of a missile launch was heard, and a pale meteor flew out, piercing through the huge rock on the distant cliff with great force.

Staring at the big hole on the huge rock in the distance, Philen stood there in a daze.

"This...this...I did this?"

Philen felt very unreal...as if he was trapped in a dream.

When I cast magic before, whether it was the flow of magic power, the casting action, or the concentration of the mind, everything was so smooth and natural.

It was as if she had done it countless times before.

"why?"

In this way, Philen fell into deep confusion.

At this moment, a voice that was extremely familiar yet slightly unfamiliar to Philen came from behind her.

"Oh, I just wanted to come and tell you to go back for dinner, Philen, but I saw such a comforting scene."

The moment he heard the voice, Philen's whole body froze strangely.

Like a gear that had not been lubricated for a long time, Philen twisted his neck stiffly.

Then she saw the man who changed her life.

"Lord Haita..."

He supported his body with a wooden cane, and his pale hair and wrinkles on his face were traces of time.

Looking at the kind old face, Philen inexplicably felt the urge to cry out loud.

"After discovering your magical talent, Philen, I didn't know what to do. After all, I'm just a monk who likes to drink, and I really don't know anything about magic."

Haita's voice was soft, like a breeze blowing through the ancient city. "I was originally thinking of asking a friend to come and teach you, but I didn't expect your talent, Philen, to be much higher than I imagined. You've become a capable magician through your own exploration."

Haita walked towards Philen and took in Philen's expression.