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"I remember you have a mermaid in your family, right?" Alfia said expressionlessly, but her words were terrifying.

Belle smiled wryly: "Mom, Marie is my friend too. She'll help when we get back."

“No, I want it now. You look a bit out of my way,” Alfia insisted, and no one could defy her wishes. Being a woman of her word was her way of life.

"Yes, Your Majesty." The cat raised its paw and rummaged through the fur on its belly, then pulled out a small, close-fitting handbag.

[Yuumi is on the move] transformed his entire body into a cat form, including his personal equipment. This illusion, which looked like spatial storage magic, was a byproduct of the magic.

"Here, have an orange! Do you want one, Alfia? You don't look well either."

Alfia snatched the orange and shoved it into Belle's mouth.

The two returned to the abandoned church without saying a word.

"You're living here now?" Alfia asked with a complicated expression.

“Ah, when I first came to Orario, I lived here with the gods. I always felt it was a very special connection.” Belle scratched her head.

“This is the place your mother loved to come to most when she was alive.” Alfia stroked the wall, her hand instantly becoming charred black.

She frowned in displeasure.

Charles added fuel to the fire: "This morning, a bunch of clueless men in black got into a fight with Belle here. Of course, the result was disastrous."

Alfia did not respond.

Seeing this, Belle hurriedly ran into the basement: "I'll go get some water to clean it up."

Once Belle's figure disappeared, Alfia couldn't help but cough violently, covering her mouth. She opened her palm, and the scarlet blood stained the already black veil red.

"You're alright... um, cough cough cough..."

Before Charles could even ask, he too began to feel weak, and a violent cough came from the cat's throat, bringing out a trace of blood.

"you……"

"It's nothing, nothing. Just a side effect of magic." Charles squinted, enduring the negative effects on his body. "Do you usually suffer like this?"

Alfia immediately sensed something was wrong, because this state was all too familiar.

Metluth often made similar gestures, forcing a smile to comfort others.

"Your magic shares my skills? No, that's not right. Before it was Chardo's [Gluttony], this time it's my [Double Split], plus this strange orange and possession magic..."

If Chardo judges Ciel's abilities by his scent, then Alfia judges them by their talent.

She felt it was a disgrace for a witch to have failed to defeat the black dragon despite sacrificing her own blood relatives. This was because she could clearly perceive the source of her talents.

Since her sister's death, that subtle connection had disappeared, but now, she felt that pull again from Ciel.

"Hey, don't do that, it's uncomfortable," Charles said, stopping Alfia from pulling at his talent.

Unlike a simple shared state, when both parties possess the skill "Dual Fate," even their ability values ​​can be converted between each other!

Charles felt that if he wanted, his ability points could actually flow back to Alfia! Conversely, Alfia could do the same.

But clearly, neither side would be willing to do that.

"I think you should go inside and rest. Those [Great Sage Tree Branches] were seized from the Dark Faction. They might be of some help to your health."

Alfia remained aloof and went straight into the church.

Moonlight streamed through cracks in the roof, scattering across rows of benches. Beneath a statue missing half its face, a warrior shrouded in black robes rested his chin on his hand, scrutinizing the crowd.

Alfia froze for a moment.

“Mother Alfia, please step back! This man is dangerous!” Belle’s anxious voice came through the phone.

She looked up and saw that the man had a slicked-back purple hairstyle, a face full of scars, and was wearing heavy armor. He was sitting there with his legs crossed, looking very imposing.

Who else could it be but Chardo?

Chardo popped an orange into his mouth and said in a resentful tone, "Oh, this kid is calling you 'Mom'."

Alfia: "..."

Chardo shrugged and raised an eyebrow: "Come on, explain yourself to me?"

He felt he'd been beaten for nothing, and now the evidence was right in front of him; he had to get an explanation. Otherwise, he wouldn't need to come to this kid's place late at night to mooch oranges.

Alfia didn't even lift her eyelids, but spread her jade-like fingers and pointed them at the man: "Do you have any complaints, Chardo?"

Chardo shrugged and waved his hand, saying, "No, no, I just wanted to know what happened. Oh, by the way, kid, where's that annoying brat?"

Belle paused, knife in hand, her face full of confusion: "You, you know each other?"

Chardo pursed his lips and raised an eyebrow: "Hmm~, if you really want to count, that woman over there should call me uncle. Ah~ what a bossy fellow. If he were a few years younger, it would be nice if he called me 'Uncle Chardo' gently. Then I'd be willing to be bossed around."

“Cha, Er, Duo!” Alfia’s icy voice fell.

Chardo quickly surrendered: "Um, sorry, sorry."

"I'm hungry, go cook!"

Belle looked at the arrogant and domineering leader of the dark faction who had just been acting like an obedient lackey, and her thoughts were in turmoil.

Belle recalled what Alfia had said to her when she was young.

She seemed to have said something about possibly choosing evil or something.

Her childhood memories are somewhat hazy, and she can't quite recall them at the time, but the current events seem to be revealing something to Belle.

"What exactly is going on?!"

Chardo sighed and looked at Alfia: "Well, you seem to be wavering. Are you going to give up?"

Charles is also waiting for Alfia's decision.

Now, this woman's single thought can determine the future course of the story.

“I’m sorry, Belle.” Alfia remained silent for a long time before finally speaking, “I’m just here to catch this unruly beast, nothing more.”

Chardo: "Huh?"

Chapter 99 Woman, you have successfully caught my attention!

basement.

In the center of the small space, there was an iron pot, with a soup base of tomatoes and pork ribs mixed together, bubbling away.

Lily returned to her room carrying a bag of vegetables and ingredients.

“Because of someone’s connections, food is incredibly expensive right now, and this is all we can get.” Lily glared at Chardo with dissatisfaction.

"Ahem, didn't the Brave Brave kid arrange for the guild to distribute them?" Chardo picked up the ingredients without any politeness and poured them into the pot.

“Sigh…” Charles lay on Chardo’s head.

"What's wrong, you brat!"

"I just forgot that I could also do grain business, otherwise I could have made a fortune by now."

Chardo was taken aback: "Hey, how did you get involved with Belle? You should obviously be with us!"

"Speaking of which, you look quite delicious. I'd like to try some."

"Ha—" Charles bristled and hissed wildly at Charles.

"Shut up!" Alfia grabbed a ladle and swung it with a flourish, nearly hitting an innocent bystander. She then scooped up some freshly cooked food and stuffed it into Belle's bowl.

Lily and Cassandra watched the two powerful figures sitting down harmoniously, their hearts churning with turmoil.

"It's only been a few days, and we've gone from level 4 to level 5, and now even level 7 has appeared, two of them!"

Lily suddenly felt hopeful about the future. Would a level 7 supporter still be just an ordinary supporter? Could her bag be made of gold?

Following Lord Ciel might be a more reliable option than hoping Loki will marry Chanis!

Her eyes narrowed: "From now on, can I walk around like I own the place? If I see someone who doesn't know what's good for them, I'll just say I'm so-and-so's supporter, and then I'll trample them under my feet."

Cassandra grew increasingly terrified.

Oh no, this guy is definitely a big shot from a secret faction! Can Daddy beat him? Ugh, I'll do anything, even if all I'm interested in is sleeping, just don't sell me to a brothel.

She stared at Charles with a pitiful look: "I'm very useful!"

Charles, who was trying to persuade him to eat more exotic foods, turned around with a face full of question marks.

"Then go to sleep quickly and see if a bad ending will occur."

"Ugh." Cassandra had only taken two bites of noodles when she suddenly sat up, tidied her clothes, and lay flat on the narrow bed like a corpse, her expression peaceful.

"You'll be staying here tonight?" Alfia glanced around. The room was small, just big enough for two beds. She looked at the group of people; although they were all young, it was still too crowded for four people.

"As expected, we stewed the fish."

Marie felt a chill run down her spine and hid behind Belle, clutching the ingredients.

"Mommy. You're bad~"

Unable to bear Charles's constant nagging, Chardo put down his rice bowl and picked up Belle, who was eating halfway through her meal: "Hey, the last shot fired in the workshop, that wasn't your doing, was it?"

Belle slowly chewed the vegetables, then looked up and nodded innocently: "Yes, that was Mr. Charles's technique. It was amazing. I've always fought with a dagger, and I can't deliver that kind of fatal blow."

Charles rolled his eyes: "Too bad you missed, otherwise you'd have a hole in your body."

Chardo ignored the cat messing around on his head and raised his chin: "Let's go out and have another spar."

"Huh?" Belle forked another meatball and stuffed it into her mouth.

Chardo, carrying the Black Block Sword, dragged Belle by the back of her collar and led her outside: "You're not good with polearms, are you? This won't do. I'll teach you. Come with me."

During the break, Belle briefly described some fragments of the future and also expressed her confusion.

Chardo said with a worried expression, "In the future, you will inevitably have to face that thing alone. With just a dagger, you won't even be able to fix its fingernails."

Alfia thought for a moment, put down her chopsticks, and followed. Lily was also curious about the battle of the Overlord, so she followed behind.

Only the fool Anya, seeing that everyone had left, had her eyes light up and scooped all the meat pieces from the pot into her own bowl.

"They're all mine, cat!"

At night, the dilapidated old town was eerily quiet; not a single military policeman could be seen patrolling. This was completely different from the industrial area and bustling streets.