A Life From AI

Palaces

"A –what is this?" afra's mind was wide-eyed and shocked. Sira glanced and skimmed the writing on the paper in Afra's hands.

"Hm? What does the 'that' century mean'?" sira asked in a cold tone to the witch man.

The witch man gave his gaze to Sira and began to show a serious expression. "Abad 'that', huh?"

"Oi! Just answer what's so hard!" Sira immediately put emphasis on her speech so that the witch man broke out in a cold sweat.

"You look more like a human than that girl, Demon!" - The witch sighed - "what will I say."

Afra was still focused on reading, while Sira began to listen to the witch's explanation. The sound of rain became melodic music in this sense of suspense. Although not too prominent on that.

"The century 'it', or commonly referred to as .. century where there is still interracial opposition.

That's all it is! If you want to know pay more, yes!" the witch's words made Sira completely incredulous.

"Tch, waste time!"- Sira moved and clasped Afra-"ayo's hand away!"

"A –aah!" Afra could not fight back and could only follow Sira.

Afra turned her head and gave a look at the witch man. The witch smiled and said, "give me my regards, yes!" lirih.

Afra could only nod lightly then walk away following Sira, her hands still held tightly by Sira. Afra focused her mind on the witch man, though her gaze was already not focused on him.

"She ..." - Afra shook her head - "so, yes."

The doorbell rang and now Afra was gone, with Sira leading the way. The rain was still falling, but now it was not so wet. Afra smiled and nodded.

"Yes, although it seems like a trap. But it helps enough."

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"Haha, hahahaha!"

Laughter was heard at the information seller's place. The witch laughed, then created light so that she changed. From man to woman.

Women with short shoulder-length hair, black color and a little purplish to be the color of her hair. The red mask he tied around his head with a pair of black-colored wings on his back.

White clothes with a black color that dominates on the chest. The clothes looked nothing like witches at all. The golden yellow netra that almost equaled the Sira netra.

The woman began to stop her laughter.

"Haha, you have a plan, yes, Afra?" - The woman put her hand under her chest - "I don't think we'll ever see each other again."

"After a long time I sent you here" he then smiled faintly.

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Rain, all of those things slowly began to become. Even so, it seems that Afra and Sira chose to stop here.

"Huh, hurry. What do you want to show me!" sira said in a rather cold tone, but more focused on laziness.

Does it seem like there is no more awkwardness after waking up in the morning?

"This, this palace—"

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White light is immediately created and makes the eyes disappear. The sheet of paper immediately gave off a bright light so that Afra and Sira had to close their eyes.

Until finally, the two were brought to a very, very different place. Black and full of dark-colored vines. Old building with a large background. The tower that joins the long building on both sides.

The window glass broke, the plant that enveloped its walls. Everything really made Afra and Sira go awry. And again, the cloud-covered daytime background had turned into a night full of darkness.

"What's this?" Sira asked while looking around, while Afra was still in a state of slumber.

"Real, true," muttered Afra breaking Sira's sense of focus in sight-seeing.

Sira turned her head and focused her attention on Afra, "huh?"

Afra was silent for a moment, but her mouth opened again. "The palace .. is the academy."

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A gripping atmosphere instantly appeared enveloping himself. Afra and Sira both looked in all directions, looking also intimidating. Looking back at every corner of the place where the two were at the moment.

Palace, that's what's on paper. The paper is now gone without a trace. However, it seemed that the paper was indeed a trap.

"It's not a palace, but it's Arknest academy," Afra murmured breaking silence and a sense of concentration.

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"Yes, your guess is correct, Man!" said the figure of the woman with the red netra is easily sharply intimidating.

The soskk immediately appeared before Afra and made Afra stare. Sira quickly created a stalagmite under the feet of the figure, but the figure instantly disappeared into shadow.

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The figure of a woman with a posture like a nineteen-year-old teenager, but her age is certainly very far. A sharp pink netra with long hair in bright pink. Brighter than his glowing eyes.

The small black crown he wore on his head, the crown that created a transparent white veil. Black clothes that looked like witch clothes. However, it seemed that he was not a witch race.

Black became the basic color of her clothes. Her legs seemed to be covered next to her, while her other legs were not. Even so, the knee-length socks he wore to cover his legs.

The black robe that seemed to be torn at the bottom created an impression full of darkness. And now, that figure was already behind Afra as well as Sira.

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"Greetings, Man of the Underworld!" The female figure smiled wickedly and directly aimed the scythe in her hand at Afra.

"Ice shields!" Sira said loudly and pointed her hand at the sharp blade of the iron scy.

The iron scy that still displayed its natural iron color seemed to give off cold air. The cold air that Sira created instantly spread out and became an ice shield. The ice shield that gave a concave look to the pink-eyed female figure.

"Frozen!"

The concave ice shield instantly turned like a vulture with sharp edges. It crept and led to the figure of the woman. Wide eyes were created on the face of the female figure, but …

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"Shine, I love that word."

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The voice of another figure sounded roaring and haunting the ears of Afra and Sira. The female figure with the pink netra was smiling obliquely. A yellow magic circle was instantly created under his feet as well as the legs of the two blue couples.

Afra was wide-eyed, and so was Sira. The giant magic circle began to show its radiance and prepared to make a ruin. However, another magic circle with blue mixed with yellow and red appeared.

Pulling and moving Sira also Afra out of the scope of the yellow magic circle.

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Explosions were created, but the female figure with long pink hair looked fine. The luminous pink netra that displayed the form of love gave a delighted look. Seeing the absence of Afra and Sira around him.

"Haha, it just started, yeah. Lyce Zayzik" said another female figure with long yellow hair.

Golden yellow netra with long hair braided next to. The witch's hat was wide enough not to make her face covered. White and black became his trademark color, not to forget the clothes of a witch like a waiter.

The female witch seemed to be flying in the sky with her broomstick, while her hand held an object. Objects with a golden octagonal shape with a spider web pattern.

It gave off a yellow light that became like a 'whichever' stream'. Surround and create an impression of light for the owner. The yellow net was closed next to him and his lips concluded a wide smile.

"You're gonna love this, old Senior!"

The figure of a woman with long hair is pink, the color of the iris in her eyes is also the same as her hair color. The figure of the woman called 'Lyce Zayzik' by the female witch named Iliya Viely pointed at her own face.

"The entertainment is quite interesting, Iliya Viely!"