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

Chapter 53 I'll make you some tea.

As Andrei spoke, his fingers clenched unconsciously.

She bit her lip, recalling some unpleasant thoughts.

Both of them fell silent.

Anderbel looked down at the ground and remained silent for a long time.

Renee didn't urge her. She sat on the floor, leaning against the side of the sofa, her gaze fixed on a soul lamp burning quietly on the opposite wall, lost in thought.

"Since you think it's cruel, why don't you choose to do something?"

I'm not trying to force you to save her, I just want you to understand what a witch really is.

Anderbel's voice was very soft, as if he was afraid of waking Mill, who was resting upstairs.

"You don't agree with this cruel punishment, so perhaps...?"

Andrebelle couldn't continue. She looked at Renée and then said:

"I'm sorry, I got agitated. You didn't do anything wrong."

Renee remained silent for a moment, then slowly spoke:

"At that time, I had just become a knight, and I did whatever the priest told me to do."

That day I was assigned to duty at the drill ground, which was far from the execution ground. I could only see the smoke rising and hear the sounds coming from there.

The executioner is not a member of the Papacy, but a member of the Empire; I have no right to interfere.

As for why I didn't try to find out, I'm sorry, I didn't think that far ahead.

After hearing this, Anderbel made no judgment.

She pushed a water glass on the coffee table over, and Renee took it, took a sip, then put it down and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

"Thanks."

Renee thanked her.

Anderbel answered softly:

"It's alright, I should be thanking you, thank you for indulging my willfulness."

There was a moment of silence between them, but the silence wasn't oppressive; it was more like they were each sorting out something they had thought about for a long time but hadn't said.

"If I can get out of here alive, I want to make some efforts. At least regarding witches, I think people need to change their perceptions."

Anderbel listened to Renée's words, nodded slightly, then shook his head:

"Miss Renee, please don't do that. You'll be in danger. Some things we have to fight for ourselves."

"Let's work together to achieve it."

Having said that, Renee stood up, dusted off her trousers, took two steps toward the door, stopped at the door, turned back and said:

"Remember to wake up the lord, and then you should also get some rest."

Tomorrow morning I will gather all able-bodied men for a basic defensive drill. If you are free, you can come along. I don't expect you to contribute combat power, but understanding the formation will be beneficial. Here, besides Lord Mir, you are the most senior.

Anderbel responded:

"it is good."

After saying that, Renee pushed open the door and went out, bringing with her a cool breeze.

Anderbel sat in the living room and sighed softly.

She was somewhat annoyed that she had said some unpleasant things to Miss Renee earlier.

The unfortunate incident had nothing to do with Miss Renée; she shouldn't have thrown such a tantrum.

You need to control your emotions and find an opportunity to apologize to Ms. Renee properly later.

Some faint sounds came from a distance outside.

Those were the sounds of people moving timber, people talking in hushed tones, and someone humming a tune in the distance whose lyrics she couldn't make out.

Perhaps this is the nature of humanity; even in the darkest abyss, there are times when we find joy amidst suffering.

As Andre Bell watched all this, he suddenly understood something.

"Mr. Mir, if you can, please help everyone survive..."

She prayed silently, and at the same time, as Mil lay in bed about to fall asleep, she heard the voice in her mind.

[The host's subjects—Andrebelle's wishes materialized]

[To lead everyone to survive, and starting from this small town, to change everyone's perception of witches.]

[Upon completion of the mission, the host will be promoted to Order Two!]

Looking at that extremely simple wish, Mir felt slightly relieved.

He closed his eyes, silently recited Andrei's wish in his heart, then slowly turned over and buried his face in the pillow.

The pillow smelled nice, like laundry detergent, and he slowly drifted off to sleep.

A small patch of warm light from downstairs seeped up through the gaps in the staircase, drawing a thin, long golden line on the corner of the wall.

The Soul Lamp still shines, and the ubiquitous mental attacks have disappeared after the dungeon was upgraded.

Mir slept soundly for once.

Three and a half hours later, light and steady footsteps came from the stairs.

Anderbel paused at the bedroom door but did not knock immediately.

She heard even breathing coming from inside, paused for a moment, then gently pushed open the door and approached Mir with extremely light steps.

Just as Mil called her to wake up, Andrebel gently stroked Mil's palm, slowly waking him from his sleep.

The tenderness we show is conveyed through small acts of kindness and warmth.

"Mr. Mill, it's time."

Anderbel's voice was very gentle, and Mil felt much happier just listening to it.

He shifted his body, and the rustling of fabric and the creaking of the bed frame came from within.

"Thank you, Andrebelle. You didn't let me sleep in too long, did you?"

"I know your temper, Mr. Mill, exactly three and a half hours."

Mil smiled upon hearing this. His hair was a little messy. He sat up, and one sleeve was rolled up for some reason. Although he still looked like he hadn't woken up yet, his eyes had regained their usual clarity.

"Thank you, Andrebelle."

Anderbel replied softly:

"It's just my duty, it's what I should do."

Then, she handed the porcelain cup she was holding to Mir, which was steaming hot.

"Miss Renee had some herbal tea brewed, saying it would be refreshing."

Anderbel said:

"As for the temperature, I've already tested it, it's not hot."

"Have you tried it?"

Mil looked at Anderbel with a mixture of curiosity and confusion.

Upon hearing this, Anderbel blushed, then quickly explained:

"Water poured from the same teapot will not be at the same temperature as water poured from the same cup."

Mir nodded and smiled, then took a sip.