Looking at the black flower in the potted plant on the windowsill, its tendrils constantly stretching outward, Minnie could not help falling into deep thought.
She thought of the carefree days of her childhood...
And the delight on her parents' faces when she had been tested and found to possess a sorcerer's talent after growing up...
The hardships of meditation, and the sweetness of becoming a low-level sorcerer apprentice...
Then... pain came crashing in!
Her parents suddenly passed away, enemies came to her door, a great battle ensued, and though she drove them back despite her injuries, she was subjected to total pursuit and exclusion...
With no other choice, she presided over the separation of the branch family, then brought her father's ashes back to his hometown herself...
Now that she thought about it, though Aderson Island was narrow and barren, it was fairly peaceful...
At the very least, she had spent more than twenty tranquil years here.
Watching the tendrils try to escape the flowerpot, only to be forced back by the runes along its rim, Minnie looked somewhat dazed. "Since when... did I start enjoying reminiscing about the past? Perhaps... I truly am getting old?"
Because of her injuries, she would not live to the limit of a hundred years. She could already feel death approaching.
But in the next instant, Minnie's face seemed to be shrouded in a layer of frost.
Countless fine black threads shot out in every direction, and the wooden cottage was torn into pieces in an instant.
The remaining black threads moved close to the ground like wireworms, darting with incredible speed toward a dark corner.
"Alas..."
A low sigh rang out. A layer of pure white ice crystals emerged, forming a shield that froze the surroundings and blocked the black wireworms.
Behind