Black mist descends, and I and the witches take refuge in the dungeon.

"Andbelle! Why aren't you talking to me? Andbelle! I'm your mother... You've forgotten me since you ran away from there?!"

The voice grew increasingly shrill, filled with resentment and malice!

"If I had known you were like this, I shouldn't have taken the beating for you, I shouldn't have given birth to you, you..."

However, this time, before the thing could finish speaking, Mir reached out and raised the Soul Lamp, then half of his body went inside the door.

"Ouch! That hurts!"

The moment the light from the soul lamp shone into the room, a piercing scream rang out, accompanied by a hissing sound, and the thing quickly went silent.

"To be honest, this is different from my usual calm demeanor, but your behavior of disrespecting someone important to you is truly despicable."

Mir looked at the "monster in the mist" in the room, which had turned into a viscous liquid, muttered to himself, then put away the soul lamp and turned to look at Andrebell beside him.

"She wouldn't say something like that, don't take it to heart."

Hearing Mil's words, Andrebel's shoulders trembled slightly. She bit her lip, leaving a few cuts.

"Yes, darling, I know. I'm just a little sad. It's so hard to hear her voice, but it's under these circumstances."

Having said that, Andrebel raised her head, reached out and took Mil's shoulder, and said softly:

"Don't do anything so dangerous next time. If what's inside is dangerous and you get hurt, I'll feel guilty for a while."

Mir looked at the shoulder that Andrebel was holding and subconsciously asked:

"Just for a little while?"

Anderbel smiled and said in a low voice:

"Because if something happens to you, I will not choose to live alone; I will follow you."

Mil paused for a moment, then said somewhat awkwardly:

"Didn't you promise me that you'd turn around and run away after I fell?"

"They're all the same..."

"Is it the same there?"

Anderbel didn't answer the question, but simply held Mil's hand and softly urged him:

"Let's go, it's not safe here."

Looking at the back of Andre Bell's head, and at his slightly swaying, silver-white, shoulder-length hair, Mil felt her heart beat a little faster, for some reason.

It was probably frightened by its surroundings.

That's what Mill thinks.

The two then left the cabin and walked for a while, but the voice continued to call out faintly even after they had gone some distance. It seemed that the soul lamp could not completely destroy the thing.

However, as the distance increased, the sound became increasingly indistinct.

But Mir did not relax at all.

The fog around them hadn't thinned at all, but according to Mil's memory, they were already very close to the church.

There is a huge soul lamp in the church.

Judging from the size of that soul lamp, the fog here could not possibly be this thick.

It seems there might be a problem at the church as well.

"On the roof of the church..."

Just as Mil was thinking, Anderbel suddenly tugged at his arm and said something in a trembling voice.

Mir instinctively looked up and saw a corpse hanging on the cross at the top of the church.

The corpse had a smile on its face, was covered in blood, and was in a state of advanced decomposition.

With Mil's superhuman vision, he could even see the corpse's eyeballs staring at the two of them.

"Come in quickly, that thing can't harm you now."

An aged voice rang out, and Father Aules emerged from the somewhat dilapidated church entrance.

His figure was much more hunched over than when we first met.

The old priest carried a soul lamp in his hand, and its unique warm yellow light confirmed Mil's identity.

But just to be on the safe side, Mir still raised the spirit lamp and shone it on the old priest.

"Yes, that's how it should be, otherwise you'll be in danger if I'm a fake."

The old priest showed no sign of being offended; instead, he wore a relieved smile.

"I apologize for any offense I may have caused."

As he spoke, Mil approached the old priest and asked in a low voice:

"What's going on outside? And what's with that corpse on the cross atop the Vatican? What exactly happened here?"

Hearing Mil's barrage of questions, the old priest didn't rush to answer, but simply said to Mil:

"Young people think and speak quickly, but consider me. I'm too old to answer so quickly. Come in first. There aren't many survivors, but we still need to distribute food. Come with me, or we won't be able to manage."

"Hmm... If possible, please let your wife, the witch beside you, come along too. Although doing so within the Goddess's Church is somewhat blasphemous, under special circumstances, the gods will forgive me."

The old priest continued talking to himself, seemingly convinced that Mil would agree.

Mir ignored the old priest and looked at Andre Bell beside him, seeking her opinion.

For Mil, between keeping the old priest busier and making Andre Bell more comfortable, the latter was naturally more important.

If Andrebelle is willing, he will do it.

If Andre Bell is unwilling, he will not do it.

Even though it's just a fake marital relationship, if he doesn't care about or value Andrebelle's feelings, then who can Andrebelle rely on?

Anderbel clearly hadn't expected Mil to do this. She looked at Mil, opened her mouth, and instinctively wanted Mil to accept it.

After all, it didn't matter if she was upset inside; Mir couldn't afford to offend the old priest in front of her.

But just as Andrebel was about to speak, Mil spoke first:

"Excuse my bluntness, but this isn't how you ask for help, is it? Does the Church of Light's doctrine include anything that denigrates your benefactor?"

Upon hearing this, the old priest turned to look at Mil and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"But you are not my benefactor yet."

Seeing this, Anderbel instinctively pulled on Ramil's arm, not wanting to make the atmosphere even more awkward.

But Mil turned back, smiled at her, then shook his head, and then said to the old priest:

"If I agreed, then that's it; if I didn't agree, then you have no right to belittle my lover. Now, apologize!"

As Mir spoke, his tone became serious, and the magical energy around him surged slightly.

"Is it appropriate for you to be angry with me at a time like this?"

The old priest had a stern face and spoke with anger.

"Even a place with abundant water and lush vegetation would be suitable."

Hearing this, the old priest suddenly laughed, then shook his head helplessly:

"You brat, can't this world even accept the complaints of an old person? Alright, alright, I apologize. Little witch, come and help me cook some porridge, I really can't make this stuff."