Danmaku, my skills refresh weekly.

"Eh!"

Charles seemed to have a sudden realization: "So that's why she calls me every morning at the same time! That's why!"

"Huh?" Something seems off about the plot.

Charles crossed his legs: "She misses me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a slash of gospel energy came from a thousand meters away, severing a giant tree behind Charles.

"Ha, what a hypocritical woman! She just can't live without me~~" Charles raised the corners of his mouth.

The image of Alfia, head bowed, leaning close to my side, sternly instructing me on knowledge flashed before my eyes…

"Uh... Alfia's mother?"

Belle rolled her eyes; she seemed to have figured something out.

“Mr. Charles, I don’t know if your mother likes you. But if you’re not under mind control, you must have fallen for Alfia’s mother.”

is that so?

Charles froze for a second, then gasped, "Oh no!"

He paused for another second, then slapped his thigh: "Good heavens, they're in love!"

Belle: ...

Chapter 122 I need to find a way to get Bell to call me "Uncle" too.

Charles smiled and hooked his arm around Belle's neck:

"Let's cherish our relationship now, because it will be difficult to maintain this kind of relationship in the future."

Belle blinked. "Yes, I'll have to go back eventually."

“That’s not what I meant.” Charles beamed, grinning mischievously. “From now on, you’ll have to call me Uncle, and I might have to call you Brother-in-law. Suddenly there’s a generational difference, you see…”

"Sister? Brother-in-law? Uncle?" Belle was completely bewildered.

“Sigh, I know it’s hard to understand, but from now on we’ll each stick to our own way.” Charles stroked his chin. “Or should I call you sister-in-law? Oh dear, I’ve never encountered a situation like yours before.”

"So, who is Mr. Charles's sister?"

She cared more about this than Charles becoming her aunt's husband.

Charles said with amusement, "Didn't I say? Seele is my sister."

"ah???!"

A flood of information rushed into Belle's brain.

No wonder Mr. Ciel showed up at Freya's Familia's camp in the middle of the night, especially considering the pendants Seele and Freya gave him...

Having experienced the strange and wonderful abilities of the Ciel, Belle quickly realized something, but she was still missing the crucial step.

Before Belle could speak again, with a whoosh, the Gray Witch fell from the moon.

"What are you talking about?" Alfia raised her eyebrows.

"It's about us." Charles raised an eyebrow and smiled slightly. "I think given our relationship, Belle should change her mind."

"Humph."

"Look at Belle, she keeps calling me 'Mr.' so formally. We're practically family."

"What about Brother Charles?" Belle stared at Alfia hesitantly.

“I don’t like this term. Logically speaking, I’m more than seven years older than you, can’t you elevate it a bit more?” Charles raised his hand.

"Then... Uncle?"

Alfia, of course, couldn't have overheard their conversation from a kilometer away. She instinctively sensed that Charles was teasing Belle again and interrupted:

"How did you get in?"

Alfia's eyelashes trembled slightly: "This is not a place for you."

“You came in too,” Charles chuckled, noticing that Alfia seemed a little awkward.

"I will not be discovered."

“I can also use connections.” Charles swept his bangs back, slicking them back. “As long as I nod, there are plenty of goddesses willing to take care of me.”

"Useless." Alfia said angrily, raising her hand to deliver a blow.

Charles raised his hands in surrender: "Hey! Please have mercy. There are only first-level adventurers around. Even if you cast a spell, you'll be detected."

As he spoke, he gestured to Belle with his eyes to attract attention.

Belle blushed slightly, fidgeted, and kept turning back to look at Ciel before giving him a thumbs-up and running off quickly.

In her view, Charles had the feel of a father, and her aunt was her adoptive mother; if the two of them were together, they would be a perfect match.

"What's up with her?"

"Well...who knows?" Charles shrugged, then turned and asked, "By the way, what are you doing here?"

"There's something I'd like to discuss with you privately." Alfia's expression turned serious, and after a moment's hesitation, she spoke:

"Can your skills be improved? Your performance today is completely different from before. You've become complacent."

Alfia deliberately gave Charles a day off to observe his actions. He, who had been racing against time, suddenly became leisurely and even willing to move corpses and carry water to put out fires.

This is quite different from his previous cautious and methodical approach, and...

"Learning efficiency has also decreased."

"You guessed it?" Charles sat on the bench, his expression complex. "You guessed right. Every seven days, I can change myself... well, let's call it 'configuration'."

Last week it was Alfia's "Double Fate," and the week before that it was Chardo's "Divine Favor." What abilities appear each week determines my action plan for this week.

"With the loss of these skills and reduced efficiency, I can finally relax and at least get some sleep."

Alfia pursed her lips slightly:

"Can you use this ability on others? I mean... me."

Charles paused for a moment, then stroked his chin and frowned in thought:

"I...I don't know, maybe it's possible? My magic [Mind Stealing] can steal my last [Yuumi's Deployment]. While she's possessed, activating my Renewal ability might succeed! But..."

Charles raised his head, his eyes sincere:

"A few questions. First: My refresh ability is not a permanent change. It usually only lasts for a week before reverting to its original state. I don't know if it's the same if I use possession."

"Secondly, my ability can only be activated once a week, and I'm not sure if it can refresh both of us at the same time."

"Third, the skill [Talent Calamity Cost] was created because of your illness. It is still unknown whether it will be compensated for by your illness again."

"Finally, the ability to change has its pros and cons; it might even make things worse. Aren't you still going to carry out that plan? Or have you changed your mind?"

Alfia lowered her eyes, trembled slightly, and then spoke arrogantly:

"If I can stand in front of that child, I naturally don't need any other useless people. The current Orario is just a disappointment."

"Except for you..."

Charles chuckled: "Thank you for the compliment."

Alfia naturally has the confidence to do so. At the age of 16, she had already advanced to level 7. Even in a fantasy story, she would be a peerless genius of an era. If not the last, she would probably be unprecedented.

If it weren't for her illnesses that held her back, the 24-year-old "Silence" might have already been able to reach the throne of humanity's strongest ruler.

"Have you thought it through? We have two more days. I need to stay with Belle for these two days and use her skills to fill the gaps in my ability stats. You can tell me your answer in two days."

Charles noticed the hesitation in Alfia's eyes.

Her skills are not only abilities, but also the hopes and dreams she has for her sister. The "Double Fate" brings her not only suffering, but also a final remembrance of Metlucia.

Should we gamble on a future for an uncertain outcome?

……

Alfia left, disappearing into the boundless moonlight.

Charles didn't know why she suddenly changed her mind, and Alfia herself seemed confused as well.

He knew very well that the world was changing because of Alfia every moment.

Ciel envied the power of a single thought to overturn the world.

He reached out and slowly grasped the moon in the sky: "One day, I will make the world tremble because of me! I am the end!"

"Ciel? You're here?"

The piercing sound exploded in Charles's ears, and a tingling, itchy sensation spread through his body, as if he were being pricked with needles.

"No... no, what are you doing here?" Charles's face was filled with panic, and his body felt like it was being crawled by countless ants, it was so itchy!

"What are you... doing? The End??" Seele asked, her hands behind her back, staring at her younger brother with a puzzled look.

"Iya da ahhhhhh!! Don't say that word out loud!!!!" Ciel covered his face, wailing as he quickly disappeared into the courtyard.

My family members don't understand. I finally had a moment of impulsiveness, and you made me lose so completely! That feeling is even more shameful than being seen by my sister while I was doing my makeup!

Behind him, he could hear Seele calling out loudly, "Don't stay up too late!! Go to sleep!"

Ciel...

I want to die even more!

Chapter 123 The Precognitive Dream Returns

West Street, [Abundant Mistress].

A huge cooking pot, large enough to stew a cow, was placed in the center of the street. Long lines of homeless city dwellers waited around the pot, receiving relief in turn under the supervision of adventurers.

Compared to the number of people in the shelter, this place is clearly too unusual.

kitchen

"Marie, are you really okay? Putting your blood in the porridge or something?" Cassandra asked anxiously.