You call this a black hand?

It is actually already the morning of the next day, and the sky is bright.

However, because the nuns have begun to try to transform the abandoned classroom where they are hiding into a place for living, the windows are currently blocked by some protruding hill-like mounds of dirt, and no light can come in, so the surrounding environment is very dim.

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However, relying on his keen vision, Mellen could still see clearly that Sister Lydia's face had become a little rosy unconsciously when she said what she just said.

At the same time, she seductively raised two slender white fingers and moved a bunch of hair scattered in front of her forehead behind her delicate ears.

This action seemed to have some kind of hint, which made Mellen instantly recall what the person in front of him had done in the bathroom not long ago.

"Are you reminding me on purpose?"

Many images and feelings emerged from the depths of his already fresh memory, and Mellen's original thinking about "historical revision" was immediately replaced by annoyance.

"Why, are you still angry?"

Lydia, who was sitting across from the old desk, asked with a smile.

Those bright and beautiful eyes, which had changed back to their original green color at some point, were always lingering on Melen's body.

As if observing his reaction, in the blink of an eye, the corners of her charming eyes were slightly raised, as if they were being electrified.

"Actually, this kind of thing is not a big deal."

What she said was very serious, "Since wizards invented the art of possession, it is not a surprising way to possess the opposite sex and feel things that you cannot feel originally."

"So, have you tried it?"

Mellen leaned forward, crossed the desk, raised his hand and pinched the chin of the "girl" who was a head shorter than him.

It felt very good, but he deliberately used some strength.

"of course not."

The pinch was so painful that Lidya looked up at him with a hint of resentment in her eyes, "You were not interested in this at all before, and it's impossible for me to find another man."

"I'm afraid it's not that I'm not interested."

Mellen replied meaningfully, his eyes always looking at her, as if something extended from the bottom of his eyes, entangled with Lydia who was also in the same situation.

To the point that the two people's eyes seemed to be magnetic, attracting each other, getting closer and closer...

"Yes, I am also doubting this."

The nun who had a vicious temperament like a snake and scorpion became as gentle as water at this moment, and the eyes that stared at Melen were so hot that two clusters of rich flames seemed to be burning.

"Now that I think about it, did my husband become a eunuch because he was killed, or did he deliberately become an eunuch because he didn't want to touch me?"

"Which one do you think is more likely?"

"I'm afraid it's the latter..."

A voice like a whisper sounded close at hand, and a hot breath came along with the breath.

Lydia, who was originally a head shorter than Mellen, began to change her appearance quietly at this time. Her originally long black hair quickly turned into beautiful gold like the rays of the sun. Her relatively short body slowly grew taller and slender, and finally she became

An extremely tall appearance...

In turn, he is even a head taller than Mellen.

"Because this way,"

With a smile on her lips, she moved her body to sit on the desk. Her white hands with black nails were placed on the shoulders of the black-haired boy. With a little force, she pressed him to the chair under her.

"Because this way, I can save something to enjoy now..."

The hoarse voice was full of feminine charm, making Meren take a deep breath.

Feeling an intoxicating fragrance entering his nose and then spreading throughout his body, he had long forgotten the irritation he felt not long ago.

Because she wanted to understand certain things, the nun who let go of her worries has now returned to her true nature. Every move she makes no longer behaves like a resentful woman.

Cold, but full of charming charm like a fairy.

Mellen didn't think he should resist her.

As a result, the atmosphere here became more and more heated.

Under the dim light, the two of them were very close to each other. The tall and voluptuous beauty sat sideways on the desk in front of Melen, and held Melen's cheeks with both hands condescendingly.

And as she began to lower her head, the long golden hair spread out due to her posture. It was as messy as a waterfall, covering up the two faces that were getting closer and closer without revealing any gaps.

Some faint sounds of water leak out from the "waterfall" from time to time.

…

St. Grant's Castle is a very old wizarding school.

But old doesn't mean old-fashioned.

The teaching style of this school has always been known for its pioneering and innovative nature.

Therefore, when magic items like flying broomsticks were just born, related flying lessons have become an elective course that wizard students can take.

Alyssa was taking this class with her roommate and best friend Katherine.

However, she, who was originally performing well, suddenly trembled all over and froze on the spot as if she had been electrocuted.

This situation is not good.

Because she was flying high in the sky on a broom, and the emergence of this special state directly interrupted the connection between her and the broom beneath her.

As a result, the blond girl who was walking through the gaps in the sea of ​​clouds at a neither fast nor slow speed suddenly fell down.

Fortunately, this kind of teaching broom had been modified by school professors and had a strict emergency protection mechanism. This kind of fall only lasted for a second or two and then stopped immediately.

However, although the magical power stored in the broom kept it floating in the air, the slender girl on the broom still looked dazed.

Her mouth was slightly open, and her face, which had turned pale from the cold due to the high position she was in, began to turn rosy inexplicably.

"What's wrong with you, Alyssa?"

"Catherine" who was flying beside her frowned and asked.

"I, uh...it's nothing."

Alyssa leaned over the broom and tightly grasped the wooden pole in front of her with both hands. When she looked sideways at her friend next to her, she didn't know whether it was because of the strong wind at high altitude or some other reason, but her response seemed hesitant.

"I'm just a little, a little dizzy..."

"Dizziness?"

Mrs. Chelsea, whose name was Catherine and was actually a mother in disguise, was startled when she heard this. Then she activated the flying broom and showed great skill in lifting the girl who was supporting herself on the broom into her arms...

"Maybe it's because it's too high."

The lady didn't think much for a moment, "I'll send you down first."

"Um...Okay, okay."

The girl in her arms answered with difficulty. Her figure, which should have been sitting upright due to the good aristocratic education she received since she was a child, now looked a little rickety.

Both hands tightly grasped the broomstick in front of him, shrinking, and his slender and beautiful eyebrows were tangled together, as if he was suffering from abdominal pain.

"If you be patient, you'll be on the ground soon."

Mrs. Chelsea, who was sitting behind her, looked over her shoulder and could clearly see the way her daughter's hands were so hard that veins popped out. It even looked a little scary on the surface of her fair skin.

This made her anxious. How could she dare to hesitate at all? She immediately turned the broom around and dived towards the hazy and gray surface below!

Because the speed was too fast, the strong wind kept blowing in her face, blowing Alyssa's little face tightly, and some intermittent noises came from her nose.

However, the strange thing is that after they arrived on the ground, the girl's abnormal state suddenly disappeared, and she was no longer willing to ask the lady to check.

"Are you sure you're okay?"

Looking at her young daughter whose face was flushed but whose body had regained her elegant posture, Mrs. Chelsea felt a little strange.

"I'm really fine, Catherine."

Alyssa replied in a low voice, seeming a little ashamed, "Maybe it's because the position was too high just now. It will be fine as soon as it returns to the ground."

"That's it."

The lady looked at her carefully and didn't see anything special, so she relaxed a little, "But just in case, you'd better go back and have a rest first, and don't attend this class. I'll help you with it." Teacher asks for leave."

"Okay, thank you Catherine."

Alyssa did not refuse. After smiling shyly at the other party, she turned around and walked towards the dormitory.

However, she seemed to have underestimated the seriousness of certain situations. Before she had taken a few steps, her legs suddenly softened and she almost fell to the ground with a groan as if she was caught off guard.

Seeing this, "Catherine", who had never taken her eyes away from her, hurriedly ran over to help her.

"Your current state is very abnormal,"

She said in a serious tone: "I'll take you to the infirmary right now!"

"No, you don't have to, Catherine."

The blonde girl bit her lower lip, as if she knew what was going on to express resistance, but her whole body was as limp as mud, without any strength.

"I'll sit down for a while and it should be fine."

While she was talking, sweat began to overflow from her forehead, and her condition seemed to become more serious, and she was even out of breath.

"Don't be careless."

As a result, the lady's tone became extremely stern, "The inexplicable occurrence of this special symptom inevitably involves black magic. You should have taken Professor Blackmore's class. Why are you still not paying attention to it like a child?"

Because she cared so much, she completely forgot that her current performance was somewhat "explanatory but profound".

However, what’s interesting is that Alyssa was obviously out of sorts at the moment, and she didn’t even realize the abnormal attitude of her friend next to her…

"Who would harm me?"

She said coyly, as if there was something difficult to say, "I feel like, I feel like it's fine."

"You feel?"

Catherine raised her eyebrows when she heard this, "How can you trust your own feelings?"

"But, but I..."

Alyssa squeaked a few times in embarrassment, and finally said nothing more.

He just looked at his "good friend" who was close at hand with his pair of blue eyes that started to become watery at some point, biting his lower lip quite hard, as if he was enduring something.

Later, the blond girl was picked up by her "friend" in a princess hug. When she hurried to the infirmary, not only did she not resist at all, she even buried her little head in her friend's arms. She was shaking all over, as if she was in pain.

Hum hum.

Mrs. Chelsea suspected that this might be some kind of change in her daughter's unique bloodline.

This made her expression full of seriousness.

Especially, as she hugged Alyssa for a long time, she found that the black blood in her body began to stir.

A very subtle feeling spread quietly throughout her body, making her heart feel as if it was pressed by a big stone, and her thoughts were tense.

However, under this solemn mood, she couldn't help but feel suspicious.

Because this feeling seems a bit familiar...

As soon as she became suspicious, she wanted to think carefully and recall it. However, before she could take a few steps, the restlessness of the black blood in her body inexplicably subsided a little, and the girl in her arms also let out a sigh of relief, as if some kind of burden was gone.

This change made Mrs. Chelsea a little surprised, and she was not sure whether her daughter had "recovered" now.

The next moment, her hesitant thoughts disappeared.

Because before she could ask anything, Alyssa, who had relaxed, suddenly let out a muffled snort through her nose, and tightly grasped her collar with her small white hands.

"Meren..."

The unbearable whisper seemed to be filled with a deep sense of love and dependence, like a thunder, frightening everyone.

Mrs. Ersey jumped.

"W-what on earth is going on?"

She couldn't help but ask about the Holy Spirit in her body.

The Holy Spirit doesn't want to speak.

Because the black blood in Madam's body began to agitate again, the corresponding feelings caused by it were simultaneously transmitted to her thoughts, making her feel a little emotional.

However, after calming down for a while, she became furious.

"You, your sister, where are you now?"

Obviously, she knew what the problem was.

"My sister?"

Mrs. Chelsea was stunned by these words. She was about to ask what this had to do with Lydia, but then she suddenly realized something.

Lydia and Alyssa in her arms are connected by blood.

Although I don't know how close this connection is, since the Holy Spirit mentioned it, it goes without saying that my troubled sister must be relying on this connection to influence Alyssa again.

This kind of situation is not new. Before they entered Fort St. Grant, Lydia was doing things behind the scenes.

It's just that because of Melen, she didn't succeed.

And now...

After thinking about this, the lady's face immediately darkened.

Then she set out to find Melen, wanting to ask where Lydia was being held captive by him.

However, the restless black blood in her body made her journey a little difficult.

The inexplicable state that subsided and emerged at times was like a tide, rising and falling, making her whole body feel weaker and weaker, and her originally menacing pace gradually slowed down.

Finally, holding her daughter in her arms, she couldn't help but groan, staggered, and collapsed on the ground!

Fortunately, when she left the flying lesson square, she cast an invisibility spell on herself and Alyssa, so others didn't notice their embarrassing appearance.

But looking at the little red face of the girl in her arms that seemed to be steaming, and feeling the inexplicable confusion of the Holy Spirit in her body, Mrs. Chelsea became even more angry.

"What the fuck!"

"What the hell is she doing!?"

You have to wash your hands frequently