Math Is Magic Chapter 27: CHAPTER 27: White Roses or Red Roses?

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Vincent, Edward and Mirac had almost reached the end of the royal garden. On the left side of the path, but also nearing its end, majestic trees rose skyward. Their massive, gnarled trunks intertwined their branches into a canopy of leaves, as if guarding the mysteries of the dense forest. This forest, in fact, extended far beyond its deceptive appearance, encircling the castle’s entire perimeter for a kilometer and a half, much like its walls. On the right side, however, lay a field of white roses, a surreal contrast to the dark shadows of the forest. The petals, white and soft as angelic feathers, danced in the gentle breeze, creating the illusion that the earth itself was breathing. Each flower seemed sculpted to perfection, with blooms open like faces turned towards the setting sun, which, with its last rays, caressed them delicately, tinging them with golden and rosy hues. In this enchanted tableau, the tall stems of the roses stood like elegant sentinels, their blossoms in full bloom, exuding a sweet, enveloping fragrance that filled the air with an almost otherworldly atmosphere. If not for his skill, “Instant Counting,” Mirac might have thought there were infinite flowers in that field of white roses. A thought that, in truth, had accompanied him throughout his entire journey in the royal garden. “WOOOW!” exclaimed Mirac, his eyes wide with wonder. Although he had already seen many flowers that day, none had captivated him like these. There was something special about that expanse of pristine petals, a beauty that seemed to trap his every thought. Edward stopped beside Vincent, pointing a finger towards the flowers. “What do you think of these, Professor Shirkenn?” he asked, his voice full of hope. Vincent stepped forward a few paces, observing the field before him attentively. “These…” he began, hesitantly. His eyes moved slowly, exploring every corner of the landscape: first to the left, then to the right, as if trying to capture every detail before offering his opinion. After a moment of contemplative silence, his face broke into a radiant smile. “They are magnificent!” he exclaimed enthusiastically. Spreading his arms as if to embrace the entire expanse, Vincent finally seemed satisfied for the first time all day. He then turned to Mirac, the smile still on his face. “And you, young Prince, what do you think?” Mirac, his eyes shining with wonder, responded with a sincere and excited tone: “Yes, Professor! I think they are beautiful too! I’m sure Carmen will love them!” Mirac then turned to Edward. “Mr. Foss, could you help us gather some?” Edward chuckled good-naturedly. “Of course! It’s an honor to assist you.” Without hesitation, he headed towards a small wooden shed located a bit further along the path. After a few minutes, he returned with gardening tools, a pair of work gloves, and some sharp shears. Donning the gloves, Edward began cutting the roses one by one, handling the tools with care to avoid damaging the delicate petals. Vincent, fascinated by Edward's skill and calm demeanor as he handled the roses, approached with a hint of hesitation. “Can I help you in any way?” he asked timidly, almost afraid of being a bother. Edward looked up, a gentle smile gracing his lips, though he didn’t pause in his work. “Don't worry, there’s no need, Professor Shirkenn,” he replied in a reassuring tone, continuing to cut the roses with precision. “Carmen is probably already on her way back to the castle by now. I promise to be quick.” Vincent nodded but cleared his throat before responding, betraying a trace of nervousness: “Thank you so much.” Mirac watched the scene, keenly noting the tension Vincent was unsuccessfully trying to mask. The professor kept fiddling with his tie, tightening and loosening it in a repetitive, almost compulsive gesture. ‘He’ll never change, will he?’ thought Mirac, a faint, amused smile curving his lips. Crouching in front of some roses, Mirac began observing them more closely. Vincent and Ed