Cycle of Destiny

Chapter 38 Bella in the White Robe

When Harry entered the drawing room, he found that not only was Cavill sitting there, but there was also a woman who was about his age.

Cavill introduced the two to each other, and Harry learned that this was Cavill's wife, Victoria.

She was about the same height as Cavill, wearing a long light blue dress, and had no jewelry on her, looking very simple.

Her skin was brown, her hair was brown, and there were slight wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, which were bright and captivating. She smiled sweetly when she greeted Harry, but it wasn't at all pretentious, revealing a set of neat, white teeth.

She was a very beautiful woman. It is said that Cavill had been with her since he first came to the magic academy, and more than ten years have passed, but the two have never separated.

From their eyes, Harry could tell that this woman named Victoria seemed to be deeply in love with Cavill, which was not hard to understand, given Cavill's captivating talent.

But what Harry found strange was that Cavill also seemed to be deeply in love with her.

It's quite surprising that Cavill is still in love with her after all these years.

Harry and Victoria nodded to each other as a greeting, then Victoria excused herself and left the living room, leaving Harry and Cavill alone.

"What brings you here, Deacon?" Harry began with the same question.

"Just call me Cavill," the other person smiled. "Speaking of which, I'm a low-level mage, just like you."

Harry just smiled and didn't say anything.

Cavill continued, "The reason I invited you here today is to congratulate you on becoming Lord Odel's personal disciple. With the Archmage's personal guidance, coupled with your own hard work, the academy will surely soon welcome its next legendary figure!"

This time, Harry didn't address him politely as Lord Cavill. "I hope so too, Cavill."

"Lord Odel has already left the academy."

"Left again?" Harry regretted saying that as soon as he said it.

Fortunately, Cavill didn't detect anything unusual.

"Yes, Lord Odel specifically instructed me before he left to ask you if there's anything I can help you with."

This time, Harry presented the solution he had been thinking about for a whole day and night.

"I don't want to participate in next week's magic test. It shouldn't be too difficult, right?"

Cavill nodded. "If you're going home, you definitely won't make it to the test."

Harry immediately felt a cold sweat break out on his back!

Why would Cavill say something like "I want to go home"? This is something that happened "last time"!

"Why did you say I wanted to go home?" Harry seemed to squeeze the question out through his teeth, his voice trembling slightly.

"Lord Odel told me that he specifically requested the academy to add a test a week later to check if any low-level mages were using magic potions to cheat and pass the exam. He also specifically instructed me to find a great mage to participate in your exam if you stay. However, he also said that you will most likely have to go home."

"Did he also request the test a week later?" Harry's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as he asked the question.

"That's right, otherwise they wouldn't have added an extra test at the last minute." Cavill didn't understand why Harry was reacting so strongly. He paused for a moment, then continued, "Didn't Lord Odell tell you?"

Harry's fingernails were almost digging into his flesh. "Of course, he told me."

So, are you planning to go home? Or stay?

Harry felt all his strength drain away, but he still managed to say, "Go home."

As before, Cavill arranged for Harry to stay in first class on the ship and told him that someone would pick him up the next morning.

After the conversation ended, Cavill noticed that Harry wasn't behaving well, and eventually had the young wizard help him back. He just couldn't understand why Harry's reaction, as if he were nearly paralyzed with fear, was so strange after such a simple conversation.

What he didn't know was that Harry was truly terrified at that moment.

He believed that although he had inevitably become the disciple of the Holy Mage, it was probably only because of his magical talent that the Holy Mage didn't care about his magical performance in the test, so it was "coincidentally" that he became the Holy Mage's disciple once again.

These were just coincidences. This time, he changed the location of his conversation with Cavill and had come up with various reasons to resolutely avoid returning to the capital.

But to my surprise, I still couldn't change the outcome I had predicted.

Harry recalled the two winks the Holy Wizard had made.

he knows!

He always knew!

He must have known that there was a crack in his consciousness space, but he still chose himself.

Furthermore, an additional test was added a week later, and a great magician was specially invited to supervise him, all because he was afraid of being exposed, so he had no choice but to escape and return to the capital.

He first took me as his apprentice, and then added a cheat check to force me to leave.

Harry would recall his last conversation with Cavill, when he mentioned wanting to go home, and Cavill immediately offered to arrange a boat ticket home for him, as if it had been planned long ago.

At the time, he simply thought that Cavill had acted appropriately, but he never imagined that it was because the Holy Mage had already told him.

Harry thought that his previous excuse to go home was the best option he could make, but little did he know that it was all a setup.

At that moment, Harry thought of his book, "Tales of Magic," and when he thought of the author's name, Odell, he felt as if he had been thrown into an ice cellar, his body as cold as a dead man, and his teeth chattering violently.

Could it be that what's written in the book is something Odel deliberately wanted him to see?

In the end, he still wanted to rebel. Even if he was exposed and stripped of his status as a magician, he didn't want to return to the capital and experience that death journey.

Just as he hesitated, a voice rang in his ear, telling him to go home. The voice was cold and devoid of emotion, more like an order, and he couldn't disobey it.

The voice of the woman in the red robe.

Bella in the red robe clearly knew a lot, but she was unwilling to tell him, so he had to rely on himself.

Harry, being a wizard, has a good memory. Since he can't avoid returning to the capital, he can only try his best to find the murderer.

Before that sharp blade pierced his chest, he had about a month to find out who wanted to kill him and their motives.

Harry lay in bed, trying to recall the information from the last time, as he was about to board the ship again the next morning. His nose, eyes, and mouth were almost squeezed together, clearly showing his deep worry.

Just then, a voice rang out; it was also a woman's voice.

"Let Bella help you!"

Harry jumped out of bed in an instant; it's not easy for a fat man to be so agile.

A woman was seen floating beside the bookshelf.

Her appearance was exactly the same as that of the previous woman named Bella—silent and without warning.

Her facial features were exactly the same as those of the woman named Bella, possessing the same near-perfect beauty and skin so fair it was almost translucent.

But the lingering anger and coldness on the woman in the red robe were nowhere to be found here. Her expression was peaceful, even carrying a hint of gentleness.

Her eyes were pure, unblemished white, like the first snow of winter, clear and serene. When she looked at Harry, there was no pressure, only a peaceful gaze.

What is most striking is her hair, a long, flowing red that is as red as flames, its rich and vibrant color contrasting sharply with her snow-white skin and white eyes.

Her long hair was loose, with slightly curled ends, falling naturally down her back and shoulders.

She wore a pure white robe of equally peculiar texture, simple in style and without any decoration.

The robe covered her entire body, with only her slender wrists and neck showing at the collar and cuffs.

The hem of her robe fell gently, swaying slightly as she floated.

She floated there quietly, radiating a soft, milky-white halo, making her look less like a physical entity and more like a phantom formed from condensed light.

Harry stared at her in astonishment, his mind blank. He had no doubt about this face; the eerie and furious expression on her face from just a few hours ago was still etched in his memory.

But the person in front of me...

Aside from their completely opposite hair, eye, and clothing colors, their temperaments are worlds apart, and she seems to claim that she is also Bella.

"You..." Harry opened his mouth, his voice hoarse.

The woman in the white robe tilted her head slightly, a gesture imbued with a human-like curiosity.

She spoke, her voice completely different from Bella's icy tone in the red robe.

Her voice was soft and melodious, with a natural sweetness that was relaxing to listen to.

"Hello, Harry," she greeted him calmly, her white eyes looking at him quietly. "You seem very troubled right now. Do you need Bella's help?"

"Who...who are you?" Harry finally found his voice. He gripped the edge of the bed tightly, his knuckles turning white from the effort. "You and that red-robed...you..."

"Exactly the same, isn't it?" the woman in the white robe said with a sweet smile. "We are both Bella."

Both? This answer confused Harry. He didn't understand why two people could both be named Bella. Were they doppelgangers? But this woman named "Bella" was clearly gentler than the "Bella" in the red robe.

"You're in this pendant too?" He subconsciously touched the ruby ​​around his neck.

Bella, dressed in white, nodded slightly, her long red hair moving gently. "Yes, my sister and I live there."

elder sister?

So, does that mean the Bella in the red robe is the sister of the Bella in the white robe?

"Then do you know why I've returned to the present? Do you know who killed me in the forest? Do you know what the Holy Mage Odel is trying to do?"

Harry didn't have time to delve into their relationship. Seeing that she seemed to have a good temper, he grabbed at her like a lifeline and blurted out a series of questions, leaning forward with a mixture of fear and eager anticipation in his eyes.

"Don't rush, take it one at a time. Bella knows some things." Her voice was gentle, and with her sweet smile, Harry felt that even the most holy angel couldn't be more beautiful.