At dawn

"First, answer my question, who are you?" Bessa still didn't let go of this question, she was always a person with a strong sense of insecurity, and the boy in front of her obviously exceeded her defined safety range.

Isidore seemed to be amused by Bessa's nervous expression, "The same question I think you need to answer more."

Bessa was silent because of the boy's question, but she still looked at the boy in front of her with a complicated expression.

"So instead of being wary of others, protect your own secrets first." Isidore smiled, "Or shall we exchange?"

After struggling in her mind for a long time, Bessa decided to compromise, "I was too impulsive, sorry."

Isidore didn't seem to care about her caution, but continued his previous idea, "Destroy these stone statues."

"I can't do it," Bessa shook her head, "There is no water here, and I can't condense it myself."

Moreover, these stone statues are so huge and sturdy that they are not easy to destroy.

"You can try," he said, and somehow came to Bessa's side, turned her hand towards those stone statues, and then stood behind her little by little. He still had his usual encouraging words when teaching, "You can do it."

As he said that, Bessa's left hand was gently held by Isidore. The small bracelet that every student had was a bit big because of her slender wrist.

Bessa looked down and saw that Isidore's left hand had the same texture as the bracelet. Because they both raised their hands, his bracelet was attached to her forearm. She could feel the coldness in it.

Even though this was already a magic world, the feeling of warmth from the other person's touch entering her body was very subtle.

Bessa didn't follow Isidore's guidance and release the power in her hand. Even though they had gathered at her fingertips, she suddenly clenched the hand that was guided by Isidore. Even though she had a feeling that she would succeed this time.

"What are these stone statues for?" Bessa asked. What was the relationship between these stone statues and the ones at the school gate? Why did they have to destroy them? And... what were the so-called fragments they needed? This time Bessa didn't ask so many questions, but she at least needed to know what she was doing.

Bessa could clearly feel the coldness of the boy behind her for a moment. It made her neck break out in a cold sweat. After a brief silence, Isidore leaned close to her ear. His breathless breath made her clench her hand more stubbornly.

"You felt it just now, didn't you? The different power from before. Destroy the stone statue and it will be yours completely," he deliberately slowed down his tone and lowered his pitch. The boy's usual cold voice suddenly became like a demon-possessed one. Cold and slippery like a poisonous snake, he said what Bessa had always wanted but couldn't get.

"I never lie to you, you know that," he coaxed her like this, letting her know what a great opportunity this was. "They are just some useless stone statues. They are defective products discarded by the school. They are waste products of residual magic thrown here. This is recycling."

Bessa looked at those piles of stone statues. They did look like they were piled up randomly. And they were also brought here by that old woman. It shouldn't be anything official.

She hesitated and looked at Isidore. The boy's delicate face had a faint smile on it. As usual, he was reserved and aloof. Because he was too close, she could even smell the cold scent on him.

This was a deal that only made money and didn't lose anything. Even if there was any responsibility, she could just push it to the old woman. There was always a way to make up a reasonable lie.

Bessa blinked and looked at the stone statue in front of her. She couldn't see the smile on the boy's face who was holding her wrist in the corner. It slowly opened up from faint to bright and short-lived.

"If that's the case," Bessa opened her mouth. "Since they are school discards, let's wait until the school agrees." She pulled back her wrist that was held by Isidore. The tingling sensation caused by his touch made her shake her hand a bit awkwardly. "It's not ours, so don't deal with it casually. It's more urgent for us to go find Ruby and them first. Besides, there's still that water demon who doesn't know what he can do."

He let go of her hand and looked at his palm. He didn't know when he had straightened up. "It's not ours, so don't deal with it?" He repeated this sentence, as if he had heard something funny.

"Yeah," Bessa nodded a bit blankly. "And Ruby and them are more important right now."

No, Bessa didn't have such a strong sense of morality. It was just that when she looked at those stone statues, she saw the unicorn that she was very familiar with. Its gem-like eyes flashed a red light, and then quickly dimmed.

She instinctively felt that it was not that simple, and Bessa just wanted to fool around.

Because she didn't want to stay here any longer, she quickly turned around and returned the same way. "Let's go back and find someone." Her tone was serious.

Isidore, who was behind her, had just been smiling and his smile disappeared when she turned around. He turned his head and looked at the pile of stone statues. "Be quiet when you're dead," he said as the stone statues were devoured like something. They were broken bit by bit and swallowed up.

Until the last one, the top position, the unicorn's eyes shed red liquid.

"I originally wanted to give you the honor of being eaten by her," the boy looked at the soul stored in the unicorn statue struggling to escape but unable to escape. He said quietly with a touch of regret. His clear golden eyes were stained with crimson. He moved his fingertips slightly. "What a pity."

And in front of him, the blonde girl regretted walking too fast. She waved at him from a distance. "Isidore, hurry up."

He put on a smiling face again. When he looked up, his eyes were clear again. He sped up.

From those stone statues that Bessa thought were impossible to attack, piled up high walls into broken stones, it was just a moment.

This cold and damp cave really made people want to do something else.

It was not known whether it was by the grace of the goddess of luck, but this time Bessa, who was leading the way in front of her, actually found Ruby and Mr. Weed who were looking for them. They had already escaped from the cage.

"Mr. Weed said it was because the water demon died," Ruby was wearing Mr. Weed's robe and gave half of it to Bessa. The two little girls hugged each other.

"It must be because of Mr. Barnett!" Bessa remembered that she saw Mr. Barnett attack the water demon before she passed out, but she didn't have a very deep impression.

Neither of the two girls who hugged each other were happy. Isidore looked up and met the eyes of the teacher who felt his gaze even though his hair was longer than his eyes. The teacher slowly changed the topic. "We need to get out."

With Mr. Barnett's help, they finally returned to the ground from underground.

The moment she saw Mr. Barnett, Bessa felt a grateful emotion for seeing her savior surge into her heart. She clung to Mr. Barnett's leg. "It's so good to see you again."

Mr. Barnett comforted her by rubbing her head, who was trying to hug his leg, and looked at Mr. Weed.

The two men only looked at each other and Mr. Weed disappeared on the spot as if he was afraid of causing trouble. The female teacher next to Mr. Barnett twitched her mouth and waved her wand lightly to check their bodies. They were all fine.

But Mr. Barnett and she both knew that there was still one person missing.

There was no need to panic the children who had just calmed down their mood. The female teacher softened her voice, "Shall we go to the infirmary? You all have some scratches on your bodies and need further examination. By the way, your friends have woken up, but it's not time to disturb their rest."

The little radishes nodded obediently and let the teacher send them to the rest room with one spell.

Bessa and Ruby exchanged information they knew excitedly.

Ruby was attracted by the unicorn and locked in a cage after that. Later, Mr. Weed who saved her also chose to be imprisoned together because he was afraid that the water demon would hurt Ruby.

"Mr. Weed told me that the school would regularly make some magic animal statues to buffer the turbulence of magic. It seems that this time the water demon used them." Ruby seemed to have changed her catchphrase to "Mr. Weed" now.

"The ones at the school gate too?" Bessa propped up her chin and thought maybe they really were stone statues discarded by the school. Isidore was right and she thought too much about it. This kind of guilt was too torturous.

"Who knows?" Ruby shrugged, "By the way, give me the apple next to you, I haven't eaten enough these two days!"

"Huh?" This one? Bessa reached out and found that she couldn't quite reach it, ready to get up and get it.

However, at the moment she had this idea, a translucent liquid had slowly lifted the apple and placed it in her palm.

It appeared in an instant and disappeared in a flash. Bessa stared blankly at the apple in her palm.

"Hey?" Ruby was obviously more excited than her. She got up and bounced to Bessa's face. "Can you generate it yourself? Awesome!"

Bessa blinked and also showed a happy look. "Yes, yes, it's really good!"

She had been forced to produce elements by Barnett before. The water was clear and blue at that time, but now, why is it white and foamy?

Is there any reason?

And next to the two girls, Isidore had a room to himself, his usual treatment.

Leaning against the head of the bed, he quietly watched the fading night outside the window, holding a black ribbon in his hand and boredly winding it around his wrist.

"Do you want to talk to someone?" The suddenly appearing guy showed a rascal smile at the window. "Little master~?"

He put the ribbon in his pocket and Isidore turned his head without any desire to chat.

Will had already jumped in from the window and came to Isidore's face. He took out a stone from his pocket. "Look what I saw." He smiled and looked at Isidore who had no expression. "Little master is so cold in front of anyone other than Miss Bessa~. After all, it's not much different from Miss Bessa's scolding of me."

"I know you were there," hiding in the corner of that mouse, quietly watching him lure Bessa to smash those statues, he was just too lazy to do it himself. Isidore looked at Will without much expression.

"I love knowing secrets," Will's smile became more cheerful as he slowly turned the egg-sized stone in his hand. "Especially those of young masters like you who seem to bring a lot of benefits." He showed his tiger teeth and looked at Isidore with a cold expression. The boy's eyes curved like a crescent moon. "These are not statues at all, just remnants of corpses after disposal. What can you get by making Miss Bessa touch such things? If you can share me a piece of the pie, that would be great."

"I'm willing to serve you."

It was already dawn, and the sun was just poking out its head outside the window. A warm color of vitality.

The students who were confirmed to be safe returned to their dormitories one after another. The dew on the leaves, the chirping of birds, another beautiful morning.