I just hope to live a leisurely life in the world of anime.

"Because your ending of the demi-human war interfered with the Witch of Disguise's plans."

"Oh, so you know about the 'Deceptive Witch' too?"

Why don't we know who the real mastermind behind the Witch Cult is?

"Yeah... I only found out there was an eighth witch after we were surrounded... That's probably the reason. It doesn't matter anyway, they're all dead now."

"Too……"

What an unexpectedly open-minded attitude!

Do you hate him?

"How could I hate him? I'm too busy blaming myself... If I hadn't been there for him when he faced setbacks, none of this would have happened..."

"..."

The conversation hit a dead end, and the air fell silent once again.

An Shu leaned against the main tree trunk and sat down, quietly watching the two idiots still running around on the ground.

However, on the other hand, despite my repeated suppression of the Witch Cult, that so-called witch hasn't caused me any trouble. Is she really too afraid...?

Tch, if she comes, I'll definitely grab her and train her to be a sex slave for Xiao Weizhi!

As he pondered, the distance between the armies was less than a thousand meters. The gradually solidifying clanging of armor brought An Shu back to his senses.

"We've arrived, let's go over there."

"Hmm, I really can't wait." The man in black robes said excitedly, and jumped down from the tree first.

An Shu was afraid that she might cause some misunderstanding, so she followed closely behind her.

There's no way there will be a misunderstanding, after all, Crusch isn't stupid.

I just saw the man in black standing with An Shu from afar; they were most likely on our side.

"President An Shu!" The beautiful woman in armor greeted An Shu.

"Wait a minute, Duke Crusch, I know you want to know the result, but wait a moment, um, Mr. Will, could you please come here for a moment?"

"Hey, why are you calling me Master Will instead of Little Phyllis?" Phyllis, who was standing next to Wilhelm, tried to make her presence known.

But he was ignored by everyone, which made him hang his head in dejection.

"President An Shu, is there something you need from this old man?" Wilhelm asked, somewhat puzzled, but upon hearing this, he stepped forward and stood in front of An Shu, his eyes constantly glancing at the black-robed man beside him. "And this is..."

I feel like I know her so well! She seems so approachable!

“She has something to do.” An Shu was about to introduce her, but the person under the black robe had already taken off their hood.

"Wilheim, have you forgotten me?"

Crisp, elegant, gentle, yet with a touch of playfulness.

It was just a voice, but Wilhelm could hear so much from it!

This was the voice he had longed for day and night!

"This, this..." In an instant, Wilhelm's blue pupils shrank violently, and his body trembled as if he could not believe it!

He raised his trembling hand, barely managing to face An Shu, and cast a questioning glance.

"Go over there if you have a lot to ask." An Shu shrugged, which was a roundabout way of answering. He pointed to the big tree, turned around and pulled the bewildered Crusch away, and left to find his girl.

This is their family matter, and outsiders shouldn't interfere.

“There… Theresia…” Wilhelm’s throat bobbed as he managed to squeeze out the name.

Fiery red hair and sapphire blue eyes are the unique characteristics of direct descendants of the Sword Saint family.

That delicate face still looks the same as it did fourteen years ago; the person I've been longing for day and night is right in front of me!

He won't admit his mistake!!

Theresa smiled slightly, leaped up, and flew towards the tree.

Wilhelm immediately realized that this time, he wouldn't let his wife go alone!

Anshu, who had just found her daughter behind the army, patted the little girl's head, watched the two figures run away, and snapped her fingers.

Yellow flowers bloom in all directions from the center of the tree.

This patch of green has been given a new look.

###Chapter 257 About Emilia Having Another Father###

“No, something’s not right. Where did all these yellow flowers come from?” Grabbing by the collar, Gluttony swayed up and down, but he remained alert and vigilant about his surroundings.

"Shut up and stop making noise, whatever you want!" Qiangyu was a little tired, but he couldn't slow down, so he yelled at him.

“Have you noticed how long we’ve been running…” Gluttony ignored him, his expression turning serious.

"I told you to shut up! If you say it again, I'll abandon you! That person's breath is still lingering behind us. If I get distracted and slow down, we'll both die!" Desire roared impatiently, continuing his threat.

"..." It's not really something to say about this being called binge eating, so I shut my mouth.

So... the two continued circling the tree, completely unaware that two other people had just jumped up to the top of the tree and talked for a long time, and were now jumping down from the top of the tree again.

……

"Lord Crusch, where is Miss Sima Miori and President Anshu?" Wilhelm patted his chest, bowed, and interrupted Crusch, who was chatting with the Anshu girls.

"President Anshu just said she had something else to take care of, so she left again." Crusch looked up at the two elderly people approaching. "Is this Lady Theresia?"

Calling them old people might not be the right word, since only Wilhelm looks old; Theresa still looks like a young girl.

Although appearance doesn't necessarily indicate age...

For example, Yukari Yakumo, who looks like she's sixteen, is actually only sixteen years old... a few epochs ago.

Ahem, let's leave that aside for now.

“Yes, Duke Crusch, I am Theresia van Astreya. Wilhelm has been fortunate to receive your care in recent years, and I express my heartfelt gratitude on his behalf!” Before Wilhelm could speak, Theresia stepped back and introduced herself, performing the same courtesy as Wilhelm.

“No, it is Lord Wilhelm who I should thank. It is thanks to Lord Wilhelm’s continued help that I have been able to get to where I am today.” Crusch said politely and modestly, then changed the subject, “Are you looking for Chairman Anshu to express your gratitude?”

"Exactly!"

"Brother Anshu said you all need to get some rest. If you shoot down the beluga whale tonight, he'll want an extra meal, otherwise he won't accept your thanks!" the little girl chimed in with a smile.

"Eh!" Theresa was somewhat surprised.

"I understand!" But as Wilhelm had expected, he nodded slightly and called out to his wife, "Theresia..."

This was a signal to her not to disturb them. Of course, it was also out of a selfish motive—wanting to spend more time with her!

"Okay, then we'll head over first." Theresa understood that she had only explained the reason for her resurrection and then followed him to thank An Shu, but she didn't expect that the other party had already left.

She said goodbye and followed Wilhelm away.

"They have a great relationship!" the girl exclaimed, but she wasn't envious. She continued chatting about how to roast the beluga whale that evening.

……

In front of an abandoned mine cave in Roswaal's territory.

A group of people dressed in witch cult uniforms were lying haphazardly on the ground.

"The Witch Cult is the Witch Cult, but they have to wear hoods, making it look almost like a 'Holy Order'..."

"No, it can't be called the 'Holy Order' anymore, I left the group a long time ago..."

"So what should we do with these guys? And Xiao Weizhi hates me killing people..." An Shu muttered to himself, feeling troubled, and scratched his hair.

Has my hair really grown long again? I should probably get it trimmed sometime.

“I’ve already called Roswaal over. The rest is easy enough; we can just throw him into his territory. But this…”

An Shu walked to the cave entrance and kicked it, turning the only member of the Witch Cult without a hood over so that he wouldn't be face down and his appearance wouldn't be visible.

Her face was truly skin and bones; her appearance was indescribable. Dry, short green hair hung down her head, and even with eyelids covering her eyes, her bulging eyes were still impossible to hide…

"They say he was a handsome young man back then..."

Kaka-

A strange noise came from behind.

"An Shujun!"

“Here it comes.” An Shu turned around and saw the strangely dressed clown sticking one foot out of the spatial rift.

"What's wrong? Why did An Shujun call me over now?" Roswaal was a little puzzled. Because of Wang Xuan, he had accumulated a pile of official documents and was busy dealing with them these past two days.

"Bring all these people to your territory. I've already brainwashed them; they're yours from now on." An Shu didn't bother arguing with him and pointed to the group of people on the ground.

Roswaal, the "Witch Cult," had already discovered this; he was just waiting for him to tell him.

"Correct."

"The team you mentioned that was going to cause trouble in my territory."

"Ah."

The question and answer flowed smoothly and naturally, as if they had a tacit understanding.

But Roswaal suddenly made a pause gesture, "Wait, stop! I haven't even contacted you about Elsa from a few days ago..."

"Stop it! Don't act innocent after getting the benefit. You're the one who's benefiting, okay? You're an earl with a territory, and the population of your territory is less than that of an ordinary viscount. I'm giving you people, and you're still not happy?" An Shu's tone was somewhat dissatisfied. This guy just can't learn his lesson.

An Shu would have been better off not complaining, because once she started, Roswaal immediately poured out his grievances: "Do you think I wanted this? My fief is on the border! Who would want to come to this wretched place? Plus, I'm always away from the center of power, and now they've banned the buying and selling of people. My life as a count isn't easy either! And you only have a few people, so giving them to me wouldn't be of much use..."

"Alright, those ordinary people are yours to handle. Don't make a fuss, I'm annoyed right now." An Shu waved her hand, not giving him a chance to refuse, and then threw out an incentive to guide Roswaal to change the subject himself.

"What's going on? This should be some kind of archbishop of the Great Sin, right? I vaguely remember him. I think it's Sloth." Roswaal was indeed fooled. He stood next to Anshu and looked down at the man at his feet.

"Yes, but he's also Emilia's adoptive father."

"Oh, Emilia's adoptive father, um..." Roswaal nodded casually, showing little interest. He was already considering what excuse to use to slip away, knowing that Anshu hadn't called him here for anything good.

But then they discovered something was amiss.

"If I heard correctly, you just said..."

"Yes, he is Emilia's adoptive father."