Iris blinked her eyes at Vivian’s words. She looked up at her, seemingly puzzled. They had met before? That couldn’t be. That face was unfamiliar. Of course, they wouldn’t remember each other. It was just a passing encounter.
“I know. I know, but my heart was filled with embarrassment.”
Vivian lowered her head and replied. “It was just a passing encounter, so you might not remember.”
“I’m sorry. It’s my carelessness,” Iris apologized.
It was a considerate apology, but it was within the realm of consideration. She wasn’t genuinely sorry. There was nothing to be sorry about.
However, in that moment, Vivian bit her lip. Her chest felt hot. She remembered. It was her first meeting with Eris Elaine, and she would never forget it. But Iris didn’t remember at all. She was just a mere magician who couldn’t remember anything else.
“Oh no, it’s okay. You might not remember. Um, how about your magic?”
“Well, it’s changed. It feels completely different from before. But I don’t find it particularly uncomfortable to handle.”
“Not uncomfortable?”
How could that be? Your magic has completely transformed into something else. Vivian’s eyes widened. When Iris expressed her disbelief, she smiled and said, “It’s strange, I know, but…”
She also heard that when magic distorts, it becomes almost impossible to control, and you have to give it up or eliminate it. If they briefly discuss magical distortion, it is exactly as the name suggests.
All magic is like a tamed horse. Iris’s magic can be seen as that of an exceptionally magnificent stallion. It is well tamed and trained. It listens well and moves in perfect harmony with the rider, the mage. But what happens when a child is conceived?
That horse instantly splits into dozens. Each of them has its own personality, and many of them are in their rebellious teenage years and refuse to listen to the rider. To put it simply, magical distortion is something like this.
When there is only one horse, you can handle it. But when it becomes dozens of small horses, and they all go in different directions, it becomes impossible to control. That is the essence of magical distortion. Iris, too, can never be free from it.
She shouldn’t have been. That’s how it should have been.
But what was inside Iris’ womb was the fusion protected by Testarossa, and it was this fusion that caused the magical distortion. As a result, some of the horses that split into dozens developed the temperament of the blazing magical sword, Testarossa.
Yes, that narrow-minded and arrogant magical demonic sword
Several magical swords controlled the horses, and the magical swords obediently listened to Iris’ words that suited their preferences. That’s why Iris didn’t feel particularly uncomfortable despite the magical distortion.
There is no doubt about Elaine’s impression.
Iris Elaine. The one with the face that receives Lusna’s love
“You’re alright.”
Vivian stammered, her face turning pale.
She had been curious. What would happen to Iris, who was hailed as a genius, when she lost her magic or became unable to control it? Would she despair or be able to rise again? She was so eager to see what kind of appearance she would have as a human. But it was too easy. Iris Elaine didn’t lose anything.
This is just too much.
After confirming that the queen’s body had fully recovered, Vivian felt empty as she left the bedroom.
Is it fair for someone born a genius to live as a genius, marry a king, be loved, have children, and smoothly pass through magical transformations? Is that how Iris Elaine lives?
This is just too much. No matter how predetermined life may be, this is too unfair.
Does Iris Elaine know? Vivian had studied like crazy in Matop. She was under pressure, and every night, her heart would pound as she fell asleep. Is it okay for me to sleep? Should I study more? In the midst of such competition, she couldn’t endure it and eventually left Matop. Matop was that kind of place. It was where the country’s top magicians competed. In such a place, Iris Elaine became a living legend. Was it because of her efforts? No, it was because of her genius. What did she do? She simply existed.
It’s too much.
This is truly so unfair.
Vivian bit her lip. She pondered for a moment and then, that night, boarded a carriage heading somewhere. The place she headed to was the mansion of Countess Sarah. And there, with her shaved head and wrinkled skin, looking like an old lady in her hundredth year, she asked Margaret:
“Do you know Iris Elaine?”
Iris blinked her eyes at Vivian’s words. She looked up at her, seemingly puzzled. They had met before? That couldn’t be. That face was unfamiliar. Of course, they wouldn’t remember each other. It was just a passing encounter.
“I know. I know, but my heart was filled with embarrassment.”
Vivian lowered her head and replied. “It was just a passing encounter, so you might not remember.”
“I’m sorry. It’s my carelessness,” Iris apologized.
It was a considerate apology, but it was within the realm of consideration. She wasn’t genuinely sorry. There was nothing to be sorry about.
However, in that moment, Vivian bit her lip. Her chest felt hot. She remembered. It was her first meeting with Eris Elaine, and she would never forget it. But Iris didn’t remember at all. She was just a mere magician who couldn’t remember anything else.
“Oh no, it’s okay. You might not remember. Um, how about your magic?”
“Well, it’s changed. It feels completely different from before. But I don’t find it particularly uncomfortable to handle.”
“Not uncomfortable?”
How could that be? Your magic has completely transformed into something else. Vivian’s eyes widened. When Iris expressed her disbelief, she smiled and said, “It’s strange, I know, but…”
She also heard that when magic distorts, it becomes almost impossible to control, and you have to give it up or eliminate it. If they briefly discuss magical distortion, it is exactly as the name suggests.
All magic is like a tamed horse. Iris’s magic can be seen as that of an exceptionally magnificent stallion. It is well tamed and trained. It listens well and moves in perfect harmony with the rider, the mage. But what happens when a child is conceived?
That horse instantly splits into dozens. Each of them has its own personality, and many of them are in their rebellious teenage years and refuse to listen to the rider. To put it simply, magical distortion is something like this.
When there is only one horse, you can handle it. But when it becomes dozens of small horses, and they all go in different directions, it becomes impossible to control. That is the essence of magical distortion. Iris, too, can never be free from it.
She shouldn’t have been. That’s how it should have been.
But what was inside Iris’ womb was the fusion protected by Testarossa, and it was this fusion that caused the magical distortion. As a result, some of the horses that split into dozens developed the temperament of the blazing magical sword, Testarossa.
Yes, that narrow-minded and arrogant magical demonic sword
Several magical swords controlled the horses, and the magical swords obediently listened to Iris’ words that suited their preferences. That’s why Iris didn’t feel particularly uncomfortable despite the magical distortion.
There is no doubt about Elaine’s impression.
Iris Elaine. The one with the face that receives Lusna’s love
“You’re alright.”
Vivian stammered, her face turning pale.
She had been curious. What would happen to Iris, who was hailed as a genius, when she lost her magic or became unable to control it? Would she despair or be able to rise again? She was so eager to see what kind of appearance she would have as a human. But it was too easy. Iris Elaine didn’t lose anything.
This is just too much.
After confirming that the queen’s body had fully recovered, Vivian felt empty as she left the bedroom.
Is it fair for someone born a genius to live as a genius, marry a king, be loved, have children, and smoothly pass through magical transformations? Is that how Iris Elaine lives?
This is just too much. No matter how predetermined life may be, this is too unfair.
Does Iris Elaine know? Vivian had studied like crazy in Matop. She was under pressure, and every night, her heart would pound as she fell asleep. Is it okay for me to sleep? Should I study more? In the midst of such competition, she couldn’t endure it and eventually left Matop. Matop was that kind of place. It was where the country’s top magicians competed. In such a place, Iris Elaine became a living legend. Was it because of her efforts? No, it was because of her genius. What did she do? She simply existed.
It’s too much.
This is truly so unfair.
Vivian bit her lip. She pondered for a moment and then, that night, boarded a carriage heading somewhere. The place she headed to was the mansion of Countess Sarah. And there, with her shaved head and wrinkled skin, looking like an old lady in her hundredth year, she asked Margaret:
“Do you know Iris Elaine?”
