No one knew how much time had passed before the woman raised her arms and stretched lazily, completely unconcerned with her appearance.

“Aurore, I don’t understand what’s so interesting about this view that makes you come up to the rooftop so often.” Logan Smith spoke up.

“Call me ‘sister’!” Audrey Miller hooked her finger and tapped Logan Smith on the head.

Then she sighed, her expression darkening as she said, “A philosopher once said that there are only two things in this world worthy of awe: one is the morality in our hearts, the other is the starry sky above our heads.”

Logan Smith glanced at his sister’s slightly melancholic face and deliberately joked, “I know this one! Emperor Roselle said that!”

“Pfft…” Audrey Miller burst out laughing.

She immediately sniffed, her beautiful golden eyebrows arching:

“You’ve been drinking again!”

“That’s called socializing.” Logan Smith took the opportunity to talk about what had just happened. “I ran into three outsiders…”

Audrey Miller couldn’t help but laugh:

“I’m really afraid the parish priest will be scared into some kind of illness.”

The next second, her expression turned serious:

“Logan Smith, stop provoking the parish priest. He won’t do anything to me, and getting a new one would just be more trouble.”

“But I just can’t stand him…” Before Logan Smith could finish, Audrey Miller was already standing up.

She looked down at her brother, smiled, and said, “Alright, time for bed, my drunken little brother.”

As she spoke, Audrey Miller casually tossed out a handful of silvery powder.

Then her whole body floated up, like a little bird, slowly flying down from the rooftop and slipping in through a second-floor window.

Logan Smith watched quietly, then called out anxiously, “What about me?”

“Climb down yourself!” came Audrey Miller’s merciless reply from inside the house.

Logan Smith pouted, the smile on his face gradually fading.

He gazed at the silvery specks of light quickly vanishing into the night, sighed softly, and muttered to himself, “I wonder when I’ll be able to have such extraordinary powers…”

Chapter 3: Dream

Logan Smith sat on the rooftop, not going down right away.

The expression on his face had completely disappeared, replaced by a calm and serious look—so different from the cheerful, mischievous young man in the tavern that it was hard to believe they were the same person.

Ever since he had accidentally discovered that Audrey Miller possessed those magical abilities, he had always wanted to obtain them himself. But Audrey Miller always told him that it wasn’t something to be envied or pursued. On the contrary, it was extremely dangerous and full of pain, so she would never agree to let her brother walk that path. Even though she did know a way for ordinary people to wield extraordinary powers, she would never tell Logan Smith.

Because of this, Logan Smith could only keep looking for opportunities to persuade and plead with her—he couldn’t force her.

After about ten seconds, Logan Smith stood up, nimbly walked to the edge of the roof, and climbed back down to the second floor along the wooden ladder.

He strolled over to Audrey Miller’s room and, seeing the brown wooden door open, poked his head inside.

At that moment, Audrey Miller, dressed in a light blue dress, was sitting at her desk by the window, bent over and writing something under the bright desk lamp.

What’s she writing so late? Something to do with witchcraft? Logan Smith pressed his hand against the door and joked:

“Writing a diary?”

“Who writes a diary these days?” Audrey Miller didn’t even turn her head, continuing to write with her elegant, champagne-gold fountain pen.

Logan Smith protested:

“Didn’t Emperor Roselle leave behind a lot of diaries?”

Roselle was the last emperor in the history of the Intis Republic, where the siblings now lived. He ended the Sauron royal family’s rule, was crowned “Caesar” by the Consul, and proclaimed himself Emperor.

He invented several important things, including the steam engine, found the sea route to the Southern Continent, and started a wave of colonization—he was the symbol of that era more than a hundred years ago.

Unfortunately, he was betrayed in his later years and assassinated at White Maple Palace in Trier.

After his death, several volumes of his diaries were circulated, but all were written in a script that no one could understand, as if it didn’t exist anywhere in this world.

“So Roselle wasn’t exactly a proper person.” Audrey Miller, still facing away from Logan Smith, snorted.

“Then what are you writing?” Logan Smith asked, seizing the moment.

That was what he really wanted to know.

Audrey Miller replied indifferently, “A letter.”

“To whom?” Logan Smith couldn’t help but frown.

Audrey Miller put down her champagne-gold fountain pen, which was engraved with delicate patterns, and checked the words and sentences she had just written:

“A pen pal.”

“A pen pal?” Logan Smith was a bit confused.

What’s that supposed to be?

Audrey Miller laughed, tucking her golden hair behind her ear as she began to educate her brother:

“That’s why I say you should read more newspapers and books, instead of playing around and even drinking all day!

“Look at you—how are you any different from an illiterate?

“A pen pal is a friend you get to know through newspaper columns, journals, and magazines. You’ve never met, and you communicate only by letter.”

“What’s the point of a friend like that?” Logan Smith was quite concerned about this.

He couldn’t help but take his hand off the door and rub his chin.