A Life From AI

Blue Morning (3)

"OK, so that Liliya was—"

"Iliya," Afra's cut made Sira squint.

"That Iliya turned Aura into stone and then destroyed it? Or did he turn his 'where' into that stone and absorb Aura into that magic thing?"

"Eum .. I don't know either, but it seems like you're really smart, yes, being able to make conclusions quickly!" afra said with a smile of admiration and looked at Sira with sparkling eyes.

Sira smiled, "yes! I'm smart to know! Ahaha!"

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"Excuse me" said another figure from behind the door.

Afra and Sira set their eyes on the door at the same time. Afra who felt strange started to turn her head and focused her gaze on Sira.

Afra was surprised to see the expression of Sira who started to show cold and sharp.

"You're just with Aura, aren't you?" sira asked immediately answered a nod of the head by Afra.

"Hm." Sira began to rise from her seat, as did Afra after a few seconds.

Sira started walking towards the door along with Afra who was following behind. The door began to be held and the door opened. It appeared to be a male magician in green magician clothes.

Her clothes were almost similar to the model of clothes Sira wore.

"Eh? Is this your room?" asked the witch while tilting her head and looking into the room. The witch's eyes immediately looked directly at Afra's eyes.

Afra was immediately stunned and avoided the witch's eyes. He hid behind Sira's back. Sira didn't think too much about it.

"Looks like you're looking for this human, huh, Witch?" The witch laughed at Sira's words.

"Yes, just want to see," the witch smiled wryly-"what kind of man is alive this time."

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Cold air was created and a sharp ice had just scratched the witch's male face. It was Sira's doing and now she's showing a serious face.

"Do you want to do the law that applies in this world?" sira asked, looking intently at the witch.

The witch man in green clothes and wearing glasses wiped the blood flowing down his cheek.

"Indeed, that human being shouldn't live in this world, but that's also his criterion," the witch's man replied to Sira's surprise.

Afra could only shut up and close her eyes. He felt fear in him. The witch man felt familiar. Afra sensed the aura of another figure from the witch man. No, no, it was that man's aura that felt the same as the other figure.

"Criteria, what do you mean?" The witch smiled back, but now it felt more mysterious.

"try to think. If humans can't live in this world, then why would the human girl behind you survive?"

"Huh?" The witch man's question left Sira confused, though Sira's face still showed a sharp aura.

Meanwhile, Afra who had heard Sira's talk and the witch's man could only shut up. Trying not to speak and see. His hands began to squeeze Sira's clothes.

Sira must have realized it, but she could only keep quiet. The blue aura that enveloped Afra's body could increasingly be clearly felt by Sira as the witch man questioned the strange thing.

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"Man is weak and can't do anything. Just brains and lust, that's what makes them strong. But also, it makes them have to disappear from this world!" - the witch laughed - "yes, although now reborn one human after 'that day' was done."

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Sira was further confused by the words of the witch man. Even so, his face increasingly displayed dislike and hatred.

"Yes and yes! So, what do you want huh! The others just don't care about the presence of this girl!" Sira again pointed her ice blade at the witch man's face.

"Just check the words of the receptionist magician who said 'human with strange aura' and 'stealth with magic similar to magic'!"

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The witch's answer made Sira further sharpen her aura. Without hesitation he again scratched the witch man's face with his ice blade, although the witch man instead smiled happily.

"Alright, it looks like I'm done seeing it."

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"I'm the new occupant of this inn, but maybe I'll rarely go out. So don't expect to see me a second time!" said the witch man with a cold face and entered the room.

Sira still showed a sharp and cold expression even though the witch man was no longer seen by her. Sira sighed then turned her head towards Afra.

"Am— already"

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Afra was unmoved and did not look at the world. His eyes closed and his body slightly bent. His two hands further squeezed Sira's clothes with a sense of trembling. His mouth seemed like it wanted to make a sound, but it was bearable because of the trembling body.

"Sira …."

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Now, Sira was unmoved to hear Afra speak her name. Fear enveloped Afra and created a blazing blue aura. Even so, the blue aura did not flare like fire.

It was even more like a huge fire that was hit by heavy rain.

Sira smiled and stroked Afra's blue hair, "take it easy, Afra. You ... can still survive," he said in a slightly lowered tone at the end.

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"What .. the reason Afra can survive is ...,"-Sira hugs Afra-'s body"... Because of this aura?"

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Inner Sira while hugging Afra who was still trembling with fear in her. Afra continued to feel that fear, but slowly the fear began to disappear.

A sense of comfort and safety was created after Sira hugged her.

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"Either why .. it feels comfortable," inner Afra returned Sira's embrace and smiled.

Afra and Sira hugged each other again, although now there was another figure who knew about it. Unlike in the library at that time, there are now other figures besides Afra and Sira.

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"Well, really a matching couple, according to 'premonition'," said the witch man seeing Sira and Afra hugging using magic.

Magic is shaped like a puddle of water that displays a picture of events. Like a mirror that shows something that does not see it directly. Magic is what makes the witch man can see Afra and Sira.

The witch man smiled mysteriously, "though so …."

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"… What should have happened must still happen," continued the witch who has now changed into a white-haired woman.

Witch girl in black and blue witch clothes. White color also becomes a complement to his clothes. The model is almost the same as Sira, but more aimed at women.

Although actually the witch's clothes looked like warrior clothes. Long hair is white, wide hat is black with a thin taper tip. The hat is like a fish fin.

His hands were always wearing gloves, while his face still displayed a serious look. There was no joking around for him and only cold.

That was the change that happened to the witch. The change from a false form to a real one, the talkative nature turns out to be wordless. Really drastic change.

"Although that's the case, it's good too" said the witch, who removed the magic featuring Afra and Sira still hugging.