Danmaku, my skills refresh weekly.

The residents of Daedalus Street, in particular, are notorious for their volatile temper, fierce protectiveness, and proliferation of thugs.

They may still hate monsters, but Marie is definitely the exception!

Anyone who harbored ill intentions towards Lady Marie was already dragged into the alley and beaten up with sticks.

Amidst the mournful chanting, Charles, following local custom, pulled Alfia along to join the mourning ranks.

……

The singing continued until dawn, when sunlight shone on the city, dispelling darkness and death and ushering in new life.

People gradually dispersed, some continuing to work, others continuing to mourn their deceased family members.

Charles yawned: "Let's go back, it's almost time to start a new chapter."

"what is that?"

“Upgrade…” Charles rubbed his eyes. “After the Elegy Festival, the ‘Goddess Festival’ to celebrate the harvest will follow, right? As the last revelry before winter, it heralds the end of the year.”

"After hibernating through the winter, a new storm will surely sweep through the city," Charles muttered. "I must also gain greater power."

“That’s a good thing,” Alfia agreed.

The intelligence Charles received was several months earlier than the date of the Dark Faction's final rebellion, which he remembered.

This is understandable, as the timeline was completely altered by Jester's intrusion.

Valetta's reason for launching the resistance also became to buy time for the defense of the artificial labyrinth, which was different from the desperate struggle and prolongation of life in the original story.

"Xia..., Xia...Xia Xiansen%...&?!"

Just as Ciel was about to take Alfia home to update the game and catch up on some sleep, he heard a stumbling sound behind him.

"Oh my, who is this?" Alfia turned to the side, her voice rising and falling.

"Goo... I've got a lisp!" the girl screamed inwardly in humiliation.

Today, Phil Weiss has changed her usual rigid pure white combat uniform. A white headband holds back her long black hair, and her blue British school uniform, with a pure white pleated skirt, sways in the morning breeze. It is a very typical "senior" style outfit.

Especially the black stockings on her legs... made Ciel think that a fat woman in black stockings had transmigrated.

"What a pity, it would be better if he were a little fatter," Charles muttered.

"what?"

Phil Weiss blushed, her wine-red eyes darting away from Charles. She shrank back a step, tugging at her skirt.

Sure enough, even after changing clothes, it still didn't work...

Philweis looked up and down at Alfia beside Charles, then lay on the ground in self-consciousness.

"Gulp—as expected… no, no hope left!!"

"Oh, beautiful lady, the ground is so dirty. If it ruins your beautiful dress..." Charles reached out and helped the distraught elf lady up, followed by a soft exclamation of surprise:

"Oh, it's Miss Sharia. Good morning." Sharl gave a greeting.

"Excuse me, this dress is so charming that I was drawn to it without even realizing it."

"No, no, no... I don't deserve it. I'm just attending a memorial service, so I changed into a more solemn dress." Phil Weiss bowed repeatedly in thanks.

"Um, Miss Phil Weiss, is there anything I can help you with?" Charles asked with a smile.

Phil Weiss glanced at Alfia and stammered, "Um... I was thinking... I was wondering if you have time for the Goddess Festival in six days. I... we could go shopping together or something... ah, I just wanted to thank Mr. Charles again, maybe have a meal together or something... hehehe."

In the end, Phil Weiss began to laugh self-deprecatingly.

"Okay, no problem."

Phil Weiss, her fingers twirling behind her back and twisting the hem of her skirt, muttered, "That's true. You already have such an outstanding female companion... eh?"

As she spoke, Phil Weiss suddenly widened her eyes.

"Eh?! Mr. Xia... Mr. Xia Xia Xia Xia, what did you just say?!"

"I said 'okay'?"

"Gah—you...you agree? Really?!"

"Ah."

"Ah, a date with Mr. Charles!" Phil Weiss turned her back, clenched her fists, and muttered excitedly.

"Ah... I have to hurry and start preparing! The appointment in six days... oh no, I mean the thank-you banquet!"

Watching the excited little elf fly away, Ciel composed himself.

"Whoa..." A sarcastic voice sounded from beside me.

"Ahem, don't misunderstand, Alfia, this is all Joker's wisdom."

"Really? Are you sure it's Ruizhi and not erotic?"

Chapter 303 He is still a child

church.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch!"

Charles rubbed his ears, which had been pulled red by Alfia, and grimaced.

"What's wrong with that child?" Alfia leaned back on the sofa, twirling the ends of her hair with her fingers.

"Didn't you save her kin in the labyrinth last time? Weren't you there too?"

"Hmph, no wonder the 12th floor is the most likely to experience the suspension bridge effect."

Alfia gave a forced smile.

Of course, she knew about the infamous 12th Love Floor, a floor that rotated between the upper and middle levels. Countless novice adventurers had fallen into danger on this floor due to their inability to adapt to the changing monsters. If someone were to step in to resolve the crisis and then use sweet words, they would naturally win the hearts of both girls and boys.

"Speaking of which, you seem to have quite a few girls around you," Alfia said, looking down as she trimmed her nails with nail clippers.

"Do you also want to follow in the footsteps of that old geezer Zeus and pursue some kind of 'harem'?"

"Harem? What's that?" Charles's expression was innocent and pure, without any impurities. "Is it a very powerful palace of Zeus's Familia?"

"I read in a book that Odin had a mythical building called 'Valhalla,' is it something like that?"

"The harem is..." Alfia stopped mid-sentence with a sigh, "Never mind, it's better you don't know, it's a very foolish thing."

Alfia felt relieved...

She was simply fooled by Charles's usual behavior. Even if he was knowledgeable, he was only 13 years old after all. How could he understand such things?

Perhaps he simply wanted to hang out with pretty girls.

That red-eyed brat who stole his sister's virginity is almost 20 years old and still completely uninterested. It was Metluja who took the initiative...

Thinking about this made me angrier and angrier.

Alfia's expression shifted, thinking to herself, "Should I teach Charles more about this, so he won't...?"

dong dong dong-

Alfia's heart began to pound, and a blush unconsciously crept up her cheeks...

What am I thinking?!

"Hmm? Alphia? Why are you blushing?" Charles reached out his small hand and stroked the witch's cheek. "Are you sick? Even adventurers can feel unwell if they stay up all night. You've been maintaining the weight and seal all this time, your body must be exhausted. Lie down and rest."

"No...it's nothing."

"Is it because I promised Phil Weiss we'd go to the memorial together, and you want to come too?" Charles pretended to ponder.

"not at all……"

"It's okay, Alfia, you can come along too."

"No way. You go and have fun with that elf."

“You are angry after all.” Charles sighed. “Actually, there was a reason why I went out with Phil and Wiss.”

He said with a serious expression, “I can smell the scent of Enyo on her main god.”

"Hmm?" Alfia awkwardly pinched the hem of her dress.

What is she doing? She's actually jealous of the children? No, wait, she's unhappy with Ciel's laziness and slacking off!

Hearing Charles's explanation, Alfia suddenly understood.

Just as she thought, Charles approached others with a very clear purpose; he hadn't changed, and every step he took was based on his own considerations.

"Ernio? That urban destroyer? Tell me more?"

Charles recalled, "Or rather, it tasted like wine (divine wine)."

“As you know, I was born into the Soma clan and am very sensitive to divine wine. Back then, when I was researching the ‘Fairy Soldiers,’ I met that mysterious deity. He wanted me to drink that cup of wine, but you unexpectedly interrupted me.”

“I also smelled a similar scent in Dionysus.”

"You mean, Dionysus might be Enyo?" Alfia asked solemnly.

The culprits who caused the collapse of Belle's world, the evil gods who were hidden behind the scenes, were actually brought out into the open.

"It's hard to say. Maybe it's just a puppet orchestrated by a conspiracy? That divine wine is even more nauseating than the one brewed by Soma. My instincts tell me that even a 'god' would be lost in its liquid, turning into a wild beast that follows nature and its own instincts."

Charles's body trembled involuntarily, as if he had a stress reaction to the word "divine wine".

Alfia pulled Charles to her side, held him in her arms, and gently stroked his hair:

"It's alright, it's all in the past. Now that you know he's the enemy, there's nothing to be afraid of, right? I'll be your strongest support."

Alfia squinted, inhaling the scent of soap emanating from Charles's hair, her tone gentle.

Although she didn't say it, her mindset had completely changed since she recovered from the illness.

From the very beginning of the Great Struggle, new heroes were cultivated to take Bell's place in the fight against the Black Dragon;

He hoped that Ciel would become stronger and would teach Bell.

Next, I hope Ciel can become strong enough to become the final hero.

Now, I must shoulder the burden of the world for Ciel and Bell.

It could be said that urging Ciel to become stronger was simply because he wanted to stand shoulder to shoulder with her in the final battle. His initial obsession had long since faded.