I, holding a long sword in my hand, only know one move

The corners of her mouth were raised skillfully, as if she didn't care about anything anymore, but the endless regret and sadness could be seen clearly in the amber eyes she was looking at herself.

"I can't go back... I really can't go back." Gresta sighed softly and let go of the hand holding Isabella's cheek.

"So, Teacher Gresta, are you so kind to me because I look like her? Is it because my name is also Isabella?"

"..."

Gresta did not answer, but remained silent.

During the magic talent test, when Gresta asked Isabella to cast the Death Curse on herself, she said like a joke, "I didn't accept the seventh-level Death Curse with my face."

I thought it was a joke, but after hearing Gresta's story, Isabella realized that it was not a joke.

As for the horrific things that Gresta has done, whether she has cast all forbidden magic or taken away 90% of the lives on the continent, the reasons have not been explained in detail.

"Teacher Gresta, what was the reason why you cast those forbidden spells more than three hundred years ago?"

[She almost destroyed the entire continent, robbed nearly 90% of the lives, and devastated the entire world. 】

[I'm sorry, I couldn't control myself at that time...]

"--Why?"

Nothingness, chaos, scarlet...the scene three hundred years ago flashes in my memory.

A tearing sting came from her brain, causing Gresta's expression to suddenly distort. Isabella could feel the huge force coming from Gresta's hand holding her shoulders, as if she was going to crush her into pieces. In arms.

"We just want each other to live! Isabella, you hopeless idiot! I already said I would hate you for this, why do I do that?!"

"Teacher Gresta!?"

"Why did you take away the death that should have belonged to me!?" Gresta's eyes were horrifying, as if she had lost her mind, and her eyes turned into steel nails and pierced Isabella's heart.

In front of me is a figure that is almost exactly the same as my favorite friend.

Asking about things she no longer wanted to remember made Gresta feel crushed.

But looking at those blue eyes that were almost exactly like hers. The long eyelashes fluttered with the blinking of the eyes, reflecting the jewel-like eyes so clearly that they seemed to be able to speak.

It was as if he couldn't keep any secrets in front of those eyes, just like he did many, many years ago... They talked about everything.

"I want to return all this to you...but I can't..." Gresta covered her forehead in pain, her teeth grinding together as if she was going to bite the other person into pieces.

Magic is a collection of rational materialism. No matter how special the forbidden magic is, it is still magic after all.

It can be stopped and reversible before it is fully formed.

But when the casting is completed, the price exchanged can no longer be recovered.

At that time, in Isabella's tree house, when Gresta opened her eyes again on the cold floor, she felt a body that was full of energy and seemed to be reborn.

His five senses were so clear that he could even detect airflow and the sound of bird feathers flapping... and Isabella's body lying on his chest in his arms had completely lost its temperature.

"--Why?"

Why are you so selfish at this time?

If two people lose the half of their world that belongs to each other, no one wants to bear the pain of being alone again. In a long life, it seems that they have experienced the most beautiful fireworks that bloomed for a moment.

If the world had always been dark and lonely, I could have endured the darkness alone, but someone opened the curtain for me and led me into the light...

From the day the two met, Frias knew that as an immortal species, what would eventually happen when you become best friends with a human being is separation.

But that kind of feeling was like poison, making her unable to stop and temporarily unable to think about the separation that would come later.

They are both lonely souls, embracing each other in a desolate world, making each other bloom...

But after all, it is just a short-lived flower. When one of them falls, the flower that blooms alone in the wilderness of nothingness will no longer have the possibility of being appreciated by others for its beauty, even if it can keep blooming.

Then simply burn it all.

The reason why forbidden magic is classified as taboo is precisely because of its power. If it cannot be used in the right place, it will lead to the most terrible destruction.

Isabella has been warning Gresta about the dangers of forbidden magic, but she has been secretly studying it herself.

"That's not fair...!"

Holding her friend's cold body in her arms and crying her tears again and again, Gresta finally chose to put her down temporarily, got up from the ground, and stumbled to the bookshelf.

She blew the lock to pieces with a wave of her wand - hysteria gradually filled her beautiful amber eyes.

Gently touching the old yellowed pages with his fingertips, he came into contact with the forbidden power.

Gresta wants to resurrect Isabella.

No matter what the cost.

Even if she has to sacrifice the lives of other people, she will not hesitate to do anything as long as she can achieve her own goal.

["She has a bad personality, is insidious, cunning, and vicious. She will do anything to achieve her goals." Leticia clasped her fingers, "I really said nothing wrong about any of this.\