Forests Don't Support Idle Goblins

"After that," Agatha calmed herself down, her eyes softening slightly, "I hid in all sorts of places, trying my best not to be discovered by others, and there were even times when I had to hide in the sewers to avoid being caught by the sheriff's team."

"Fortunately, I still have magical abilities and some knowledge of alchemy, which allows me to make some money in the black market of some cities. With these profits, I gradually moved from the outskirts of Plantagenet City to Gieshorn."

"No wonder I lost touch with you soon after graduation," Charles said. "I worked as a government affairs assistant in Golden Flower City for six months, and I didn't hear anything about you during that time."

"I was probably holed up in a dark basement at that time, stirring a big pot of green bubbles with a thick wooden stick in my hand," Agatha Christie said with a wry smile. She was describing exactly the image of the evil witches depicted in those magazines.

"So how did you come up with the idea of ​​coming to Girth?" Charles asked with some interest.

“At first, I didn’t plan to come to Gieshorn. I was hiding in the corners of various cities. But you know, alchemy potions require various herbs. In areas far from the forest, those herbs are not plentiful. And if I want to buy herbs, sometimes I have to talk to merchants in person,” Agatha fiddled with the gingerbread in her hand, her tone slightly elusive. “After a few exchanges, I realized that this was not safe. After all, you can get a reward for reporting a witch to the local sheriff, but I really need the herbs.”

"So you thought, these herbs are more abundant in the Nightmare Forest, and there should be many adventurers there who would accept such commissions," Charles continued with a smile.

"Yes, I did have that thought at the time. Another thought was that I could hide in the forest. As long as I hid on the edge of the forest, I could cast a little concealment spell on myself and not be so worried." Agatha's tone gradually became lighter. "Although the moving process was a bit troublesome, thankfully everything is over now. I also used my previous earnings to prepare several magic scrolls in advance, and I successfully built a small cabin in the forest."

"Yes, that little cabin." Charles smiled. That was where they met, and also the place that truly stirred his thoughts.

"There's a question I've been wanting to ask you," Agatha said, looking up at the goblin who was staring at the ceiling, seemingly lost in thought. "How did you recognize me when we first met?"

"Uh," Charles slowly lowered his head, looking at the old hag opposite him. To be honest, with his current appearance, it was indeed impossible to connect him with the dignified academic beauty he had seen before. But he couldn't tell her that "I have a cheat code." "Like I said before, it's my voice."

Agatha didn't say anything, she just stared intently at the goblin in front of her.

"First of all, your surname is quite rare," Charles shrugged. "That's bound to attract attention. And you're a great beauty and a top student. For us academically challenged nobles, you're definitely someone everyone talks about."

Agatha nodded; she remembered the conversation they had when they met about Charles playing tricks on Calder Mercedes.

"When you gave your graduation speech as a student representative, many people were watching you, including me," Charles said with a grin. "Of course, at that time, none of us would actually do anything to you. For young nobles, marriage is sometimes not up to us, but that didn't stop us from watching you."

"Was it then that you remembered my voice?" Agatha asked.

"Yes," Charles nodded, then immediately changed the subject, "Speaking of which, if you were to see your sister again someday, what would you do?"

"I don't know," Agatha hesitated for a few seconds before slowly revealing her thoughts, "Not to mention that the world is so big, it would be difficult for me to see her again, and I'm hiding in the forest."

"Then what about the future? I will eventually leave the forest. When I am strong enough, I will proclaim my people to the world and find a way to abolish the 'national policy' of three silver coins for one ear," Charles narrowed his eyes. "At that time, you can also stand before the world."

Agatha sighed softly. Looking at Charles's hesitant expression, she said softly, "Don't try to persuade me. Don't tell me I don't need to care about other people's strange looks. I've already passed that stage."

"I just," she paused for two seconds, then continued, "I just don't know how to face Alma."

"She's the murderer, the one who made you like this," Charles said immediately.

"Yes, that's what I thought at first too. I hated her so much back then, I even wanted to find her and stab her in the stomach with a knife," Agatha bit her lip. "But after so many things, my thoughts have changed a bit."

Charles raised an eyebrow, waiting to hear what the old hag had to say.

"I will not forgive her, but I am gradually coming to understand her thoughts. As my sister who has lived in my shadow since childhood, all I hear are malicious comments from those around me. It's just a pity that I was too young to understand these things back then. I simply thought from a child's perspective that being strong was not a bad thing, even if she was my twin sister."

"And now, she is my only living relative, and one of only two living direct descendants of the Sebastian family. If we both die, perhaps one of the twelve bloodlines will be gone."

"I know you said before that you wanted to find a way to cross the boundary wall and go to the astral plane." Charles leaned back and shifted to a more comfortable position.

"Yes, so I'm probably having a lot of mixed feelings right now. If I have the chance to find her, I might apologize to my sister first, explain what happened when I was a child, and tell her that magical talent isn't a measure of a person's worth. Then," Agatha took a deep breath, "I'd beat her up, hang her up and beat her so badly that she'd be black and blue and wouldn't be able to get out of bed for days."

Ciel burst into laughter, and Agatha smiled back. After laughing, Ciel looked at her with a questioning gaze.

"The transformation curse, I know that's what you want to ask. I studied this thing carefully when I was in the black market," Agatha put down the half of the gingerbread man in her hand. Just now, with her smile, half of the gingerbread man's head had been accidentally ripped off.

"This thing is a bit troublesome."