Unable to Be Honest

"Hotter than hope, deeper than despair..."

"That's love!"

With her hands behind her back, the witch leaned forward and turned her head back slightly.

Eleazar, who is digesting the Mind Path magic potion, is lost in thought and hangs his head motionless.

Evelea took the opportunity to come up behind him, and while he couldn't move now, flexed her fingers against the side of his head, drilling hard.

"It's not that mess you just made!"

Two palms without any warmth suddenly clasped her wrists, and a pair of empty pupils looked backward.

"Hotter than hope, deeper than despair..." A glance was exchanged, and an immensely powerful psychic force struck, and the witch's gaze quickly went down in dementia, while at the same time, the clutter around her slowly hung in the air, a heavy psychic storm slowly circled, the candlelight swayed wildly, and the sealing ritual faltered.

...

...

Half a month ahead of schedule to wipe out the demonic spirits and complete the promotion.

But there's no way to go back to the lab to configure the magic potion now ...

After three days had passed, the Transcendent Activity in his body began to run riot and went into out-of-control mode, so that even the witch didn't dare to mess with him for fear of being eaten.

Luckily, the materials brought out last time I went back were more than sufficient, and I was able to configure some alchemy potions to support it.

After three days of a pot of witch soup, cooked three times, it finally made it to the last week.

A few days before he was due to leave for vacation, Eleazar took the time to visit the infirmary.

Dr. Robert sat at the window watching the snow.

Hearing the door open behind him, he looked back.

"Yo, it's been a while, thanks for not sending anyone over again."

Suddenly, the doctor's eyes narrowed, his own sequential abilities allowing him to clearly capture, the physical abnormality of the man in front of him.

Whole body super active out of control...

"Ha, you had your day?"

Robert turned his chair, his body sitting quietly straight, "But unfortunately, I don't have material here for you to eat."

It wasn't uncommon for some low-ranking Sequencers who had eaten their family's reserves to be driven by Transcendental Activity to eat their own kind, and he couldn't help but be secretly wary.

Eleazar cocked his head.

"You seem scared?"

"No!"

Robert forced himself to be calm, his eyes constantly glancing to either side.

Eleazar ignored him and began to rummage around in the medicine cabinet, in a rude and frenzied manner that made him look like a transcendent about to lose control, desperately searching for transcendent material to feed on to curb his mutation.

"Don't you dare, at most I'll save you a sip of juice tomorrow..."

"What juice?" Eleazar looked back strangely.

"Sacred Energy Juice, low toxicity, high energy, one glass, stabilizes all day, save you a sip for tomorrow."

Oh? Is this the transcendentally active stabilizer that the Church dispensed to them?

"What do you leave me something like that for?" Eleazar wondered even more.

Robert frowned and asked, "So what are you looking for?"

"Oh, aren't you going home on vacation in a few days, I have old people at home... Well, there's a middle-aged man who has trouble with his legs, so I'll see if there's any health medicine."

Robert: "..."

Blasted out of the infirmary, Eleazar muttered under his breath:

"So petty?"

Near the end of the vacation, the last few days are not much class, a group of students leave school to return home, the campus is more and more empty.

Soon Eleazar, who lives in a remote town, got his permission to leave school, waited another day, and met up with Fina to go home together tomorrow.

In the evening, the witch who had been hiding from him for a few days finally couldn't resist finding him.

She threw herself into his arms and cried, "I don't care, you have to wait for me too!"

Eleazar said silently as he gently patted her back in comfort:

"Don't you get a cheap shot."

"But I haven't officially promised to take you home."

The witch looked up pitifully, "So can't I just go to you myself?"

Eleazar was silent for a moment, "Get yourself to the station on vacation and take the bus, I'll pick you up then..."

"Good~"

He never thought he'd be able to bring a woman home from a trip out.

...

The next morning, Eleazar drank the last of his 'tonic potion' and then slowly packed his bags.

After finally making sure nothing was missing, he stepped out of the room and glanced back at the dormitory that had served as a secret base for half a semester.

Handing back his keys at the first floor hostel manager, Eleazar walks to the school entrance with his suitcase.

After waiting for a while, Lingyin, who was in tears, delivered Fina.

"Oooooh, Fifi will be in your custody for a while, remember to return it safe and sound next year."

"???"

On the walk to the station, Eleazar laughed, "That's an interesting friend you've made."

Fina glanced at him, "What about you, haven't you met any new friends?"

"Met a few, but not as well connected as you guys."

Eleazar averted his eyes slightly.

"Don't tell me that's all you know about women."

"No no, know a little more boys."

Fina squinted at him.

Then we went to the station, bought tickets, waited for the train, and set off on our journey home.

At night, the waning moon was high in the sky and the cold wind howled outside the carriage.

Gently patting the head that rested on his right shoulder, Eleazar turned his head to look out the car window, his face silent.

The next day, safe and sound, we returned to Crowe Town.

After dropping Fina off at home, giving his father-in-law a box of li gifts, and politely declining an invitation to dinner, Eleazar returns across the street alone and slowly opens the door to the store.

In the tailor's store, Fioz prettily unwraps the gift box, his face crumpling when he finally realizes it's just health pills.

Glancing across the street at the store door, which had closed again, he looked back at his daughter.

"How's the relationship going between you two?"

Fina was silent as she held the black cat and stroked it gently.

"His perception is only going to get stronger, and unless you don't even touch the material or cast spells anymore, you won't be able to hide it for the rest of your life."

"Listen to me, don't build up your emotions too full, don't let the volcano erupt so violently, come clean early, have a fight, go cold turkey for a while, and then slowly repair the relationship once he can control his murderous intent, if his dad can do it, surely he can too."

Fioz gave her a faint look, "If you can't do it, let me do the talking..."

"You stay out of this!"

"Then you're on your own, and this is a pretty good time to do it, with just enough vacation time for you to finish your cold war."

Fioz pushed his daughter out of the store and heaved her toward the watch store across the street.

"Go tell him that we all escaped from the Shadow Council, that the symptoms of his natural decline are a curse of the Council, that his mother, whom he never met, died from the curse of the Council, and that his father died slowly from the curse, and that you were compelled to become a warlock in order to research how to undo the curse for us, and that of our two families of seven, we are now down to just three people. "

Fina hugged the black cat, came to the front of the clock store, bit her lower lip, and looked back.

Fioz closed the tailor store door with a 'huff'.

"You're going to spend the night over there today!"