You call this a black hand?

The air in the morning should be fresh and natural, but because of the mist surrounding it, when I inhale it into my nose, I feel damp.

"There should be a wizard at Fort St. Grant who is responsible for controlling the weather."

Meren, who came to the bottom of the girls' dormitory building, was a little confused about this, "Why is it foggy?"

This seems to be a problem.

But after thinking about it for a moment, Mellen forgot about such a trivial matter.

Looking at the black-haired girl approaching not far away, he took a deep breath and walked over.

Mellen had no intention of agreeing to the deal proposed by the Holy Spirit last night, but the other party was too frank, so he listened without hesitation.

Mellen was shocked when he heard this.

If it hadn't been for the Holy Spirit's repeated confirmation, he would have even doubted whether this person was lying.

So early this morning, after confirming that Mrs. Chelsea was indeed in this dormitory, he hurried here and wanted to "confront" her face to face.

Unexpectedly, before he could go upstairs to look for her, the other party came down first.

"You are not allowed to approach the dormitories of noble ladies at will."

After "Catherine" came over, she said this and looked at Mellen, looking a little strange.

"You now……"

"follow me."

There are a lot of people around, and there are many early risers in the girls' dormitory building facing here.

Mellen didn't want to be looked at as a monkey, so he grabbed the other person's arm and left the place in a hurry.

This made the client's eyes flicker, a little strange, but he did not resist.

However, she did not resist. In the dormitory, she looked at Mrs. Chelsea from the balcony window, but her expression changed.

She originally wanted to observe more about what this woman pretending to be herself wanted to do.

Considering that she was still thinking about Lydia before, she even suspected that the person below was her self-destructive sister.

The madam had already had murderous intentions towards this sister, but because of what she heard not long ago about the dangers of her daughter's bloodline, she changed her mind to other ideas.

We should just wait and see what happens.

But now, after seeing Mellen's behavior, she couldn't sit still.

Pretending to be oneself to deceive one's own students is simply unbearable! If something really happened between the two of them, wouldn't she want to die of depression?

"Stop her quickly!"

The Holy Spirit in the body seemed to have thought of something, and hurriedly urged, "Otherwise you will be embarrassed!"

Why is it involved in embarrassment again?

Madam is confused about this, but now is not the time to think about it.

In fact, when the other party urged her, she had already stood up in a hurry, and appeared downstairs in the dormitory with a flash of light all over her body.

However, what shocked her was that after such a delay, the two people who should have not gone far actually disappeared without a trace!

Mrs. Chelsea's face became very gloomy.

…

Normally, people will not disappear in the blink of an eye.

But considering the risk of pretending to be her sister Yin Sabella below the girls' dormitory building, the nun certainly couldn't drag her feet, otherwise she would inevitably be exposed again.

So after being dragged by the arm for a few steps, she directly held Meron's wrist, and then used her power to bring him to a quiet utility room.

The utility room seems to be in a very remote area, the surroundings are very quiet, and there are many old alchemy equipment placed inside.

The early morning light shines in here through the narrow window, hazy, and it looks very dim because of the morning fog.

"Why are you so anxious?"

As soon as she regained her footing, the nun imitated her sister's usual speaking style and asked with a frown.

"I have something to ask you."

Mellen said this, not even calling you, just to make the next words more "sharp".

Obviously, he didn't notice anything unusual. He stared at the black-haired girl in front of him, never expecting that the other person was not him, but some guy who took advantage of every opportunity and came here to pretend to be someone else.

The nun was surprised and even more surprised.

Originally, she planned to reveal her true face and perform a more in-depth disguise, and even had her "makeup" done, but she didn't expect that things would develop so smoothly now.

But even though he was curious about what Melen wanted to ask "her", the more important thing now was not to satisfy his curiosity, but to get down to business quickly before Melen noticed anything was wrong.

So, before he could really ask, the nun took out something.

"Before asking, please explain to me what it is?"

"A Rubik's Cube, what else could it be -"

At this point, Mellen suddenly stopped talking.

Then he took the small square in the other person's hand and started playing with it in surprise, "Where did you get this?"

The Rubik's Cube is an educational toy that was once popular all over the world. Of course he would not fail to recognize it.

However, this toy was born in 1974 in the previous life and does not currently exist in this world.

At least it doesn't exist in his cognition.

Mellen was very surprised because of this, and even wondered if there was a certain senior time traveler who had become a "copywriter" without his knowledge?

Unfortunately, his inquiry did not receive a response.

Seeing that Melen recognized this thing without any hesitation, the black-haired girl standing in front of him suddenly fell silent.

The expression on his face remained unchanged, but the emotions in the eyes looking at Melen became very complicated.

Surprise, regret, irritation, confusion, anxiety...

"What are you—"

Mellen frowned at this.

As far as he knew, Mrs. Chelsea, as a teacher, had never experienced such violent mood swings.

On the contrary, her cheap sister would be startled every time she saw her...

"Nothing, I, I'm leaving."

Raising her hand to wipe the tears that unconsciously overflowed from the corners of her eyes with her sleeves, the black-haired nun avoided Mellen's surprised look and turned around to leave.

"Lydia?"

Meren suddenly called out this name, which made her whole body tremble.

"What exactly do you want to do?"

"nothing."

She responded in a low voice, her tone completely different from usual.

"I just want to confirm for the last time whether you are my husband."

"Confirmed now?"

"Yes, you are not him, you are just Melen." The nun said without looking back, her voice was slightly dull, as if she was suppressing a certain emotion, and then she did not give Melen a chance to ask more. He left in a hurry.

"strangeness……"

Meren raised his eyebrows and did not catch up. Instead, he lowered his head and looked at the Rubik's Cube in his hand.

It seems that this thing should be Anthony's "relic"?

But if that's the case, wouldn't I be more likely to be regarded as Anthony's if I could recognize the Rubik's Cube?

Why not?

Moreover, how did Anthony get this Rubik's Cube?

"He invented the coincidence, or..."

While thinking about it, Mellen was suddenly startled.

It wasn't that there was anything unusual found on the Rubik's Cube, but that the light in the utility room here had unknowingly become dimmer.

At the same time, a mist could be seen slowly rising from the surface, just like the morning fog outside.

Turning his head and looking out the window, Mellen was shocked to find that the outside world was completely white at the moment, and there was no sight of the campus.

Just as he was about to go out to check the details, the door of the utility room not far away was suddenly pushed open, followed by an anxious voice.

"Hurry up, it's a demonic tide!"

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