As I boarded the train bound for the Jian'ermi District, the scenery outside the window began to change, accompanied by the mournful sound of the train whistle.
Sylutia leaned against the window, watching the ever-changing scenery outside, from the towering buildings of the city to the low bungalows and barren mountains, and then into the long, dark tunnel that winds its way through the mountains.
" Hedra, are you thinking about something?" Lovier sat down next to the girl and handed her a piece of cake.
"Thank you." The girl took the cake and noticed that there were also cakes in front of Lovier and Aurora. These cakes must have just been taken out of their suitcases, and the golden tabby cat was lying on the table with a few pieces of jerky in front of it.
"I was just thinking about going to Agate Street before I left." Sylutia tossed her hair back, taking small bites of the velvety soft cake, the sweet taste spreading between her teeth.
"You said you bought a lot of food that day and even delivered medicine to some sick people. If it weren't for those things, you wouldn't have come back so late." Lovier recalled what happened that day.
"Yes." Sylutia finished the small cake, wiped her mouth with a tissue, and then put it down.
"I feel like there's still a lot I can do on my own." Even though she spends every day on Agate Street, she can't completely solve all the problems there, such as hunger, illness, bullying, and conflicts.
Perhaps with her strength, she could wipe out all the residents of Agate Street by herself, but it would be difficult for them to live a basic, peaceful life. After all, as an individual, her energy is limited, and at most she can only use powerful violence to force everyone to obey orders.
But that wouldn't be the scenario Sylutia was hoping for.
While recalling what she had learned, Sylutia pondered how to integrate " Gold Steam " into daily life and how to put the entire national organization into a positive cycle of development.
This is destined to be a question that will take a long time to answer, and she can only form preliminary ideas at present, which need more practice to verify one by one.
Thoughts surged and ebbed in the countless pieces of information and knowledge in my mind, like a fish swimming in a vast ocean, and time slipped away unnoticed.
After an unknown amount of time, as the train pulled out of the mountains, the light suddenly brightened, and a vast, flat world appeared before our eyes.
Vast fields of golden forsythia, like golden paint from a painter's brush, are smeared across the verdant wilderness stretching to the sky, stroke after stroke.
Under this boundless sky, the roaring train carrying the three of them also became tiny, like a faint, invisible line, cutting across the canvas of heaven and earth, and being swallowed up by the vast sky and plains.
In the Jian'ermi District, Sylutia and her two companions spent seven delightful days. They strolled through the scenic countryside, camped on the grass with parasols, watched the snowmelt streams flowing down from the mountains, stroked the local white-haired black sheep, listened to the locals playing their unique folk tunes, enjoyed honey-grilled kebabs, and then drank refreshing raspberry juice.
Bathed in the gentle breeze of the open fields and basking in the bright sunshine, seven days passed by happily and without us even realizing it.
Afterwards, the three boarded the train again to return home, buying a lot of local specialty honey and handicrafts before leaving.
"I heard it's honey from forsythia." Lovier gently shook the small bottle in her hand, inside which amber liquid flowed slowly.
"I bought three boxes. If it weren't for the limited amount I could bring on the train, I probably would have bought more."
Two boxes were mailed home, and the remaining box was kept in the dormitory for us to drink ourselves.
Aurora found it a little funny; Lovier was like a big kid who had just gotten a new toy. But she'd always been like that, hadn't she? She was clearly growing from a girl into a mature woman, and while she had the best figure of the three, she was also the most childish.
On the other side, Sylutia was flipping through her diary from the past few days. She had drawn many simple scenes in black ink, including a scene where Lovier was teasing a pony and the pony licked her face and she dodged it, a scene where Aurora almost slipped and fell by the creek and looked panicked, and a scene of herself sitting on the grass stroking a lamb.
Although it consists of only simple lines, it perfectly captures the spirit of the people and records these happy and simple scenes.
"This one is my favorite~" Lovier leaned closer, her golden hair tickling Sylutia's cheek slightly.
In the diary's simple illustration, Aurora, dressed in a long black and blue dress, walks ahead, holding a parasol. Her silver-gray twin ponytails flutter in the wind as she gazes into the distance. Lovier crouches in the shade under her parasol, trying to pick up a golden cat that is rolling over on the ground, acting cute. At the bottom of the picture, her knees are covered by the hem of her dress, upon which lies an unfinished drawing. A hand holds a pen and is sketching lines. Beside her, wild grass and her dress dance in the wind, ripples spreading to the far end of the picture.
Although only half of Sylutia's body is shown, it creates a sense of immersion, perfectly capturing everything the artist saw at the time. It evokes a feeling of seemingly ordinary daily life, yet also a sense of nostalgia.
After returning to the Asura District, the three of them rested at home for a few days before the new semester began.
"This new transfer student's name is Camilla."
One day at the start of the new semester, a girl with long, golden hair came to class. She was wearing a black and red dress, holding a handbag in both hands. She bowed and then looked up.
"Wow, so beautiful, she looks almost as good as Lovier." Currently, Lovier is widely recognized as the most famous student in the school.
"Indeed, compared to Lovier, she lacks that radiant glow."
"You mean you don't have the innate warmth and energy that Lovier has, right?"
"That's about right, she seems a bit delicate."
Hearing the chatter below, the teacher coughed briefly to interrupt the discussion, and then let the girl on the podium speak.
"Hello everyone." Her voice was weak; if you weren't in the front row, you probably wouldn't be able to hear her.
"Alright, Camilla's just arrived and isn't familiar with her surroundings yet. Please take good care of her and don't scare her," the teacher warned some of the more malicious boys in the class.
"Yes." A chorus of responses rang out from below; everyone was quite curious about the new girl.
"Why are there transfer students?"
"Is it because you couldn't stay at another school, or is there some other reason?"
"Judging from how weak she sounds, she's probably not feeling well." Amidst everyone's speculation, the girl sat down in front of Sylutia.
Sylutia was also curious about this new student, because the other's " Secret Speech " Aspect Power was different from that of ordinary knowledge that was formed by building a knowledge framework. It seemed to be formed by some kind of "legend" or "strange tale", which was very rare.
After all, at lower levels, even Transcendent can only do so much, and it's difficult to condense one's Aspect Power in this way, unless one's identity is special, such as a special person who was born famous in history.
The disillusioned Mage she had encountered before had been a complete failure, but today she had met someone who truly relied on intangible legends to solidify his Aspect Power.
There must be some kind of story behind this person, Sylutia thought, and made a mental note of it.
In the new semester, she will prepare to enter the Thetis Academy, which belongs to the " Mithril Clock " school.
The situation is constantly changing, and time cannot be delayed any longer; she needs to move into a position where she can change the situation as soon as possible.