Shut up, brave man! I don't want to atone for my sins to you!

She had guessed this in advance.

"You are deceiving yourself," she said, looking at the pastor. "In fact, you have already guessed the truth, but you don't want to believe it, so you try hard to convince yourself that you are the real Rachel."

"Because you don't want to die, you don't want to leave Charles, you want to live, you want to be the real Rachel..."

"My guess should be correct, right?"

The witch asked in a surprisingly calm tone.

The pastor was already trembling slightly.

She clenched her staff tightly to support her body and prevent herself from collapsing to the ground, but she still refused to show weakness to the witch.

Therefore, she raised her head, looked at the witch without hesitation, and asked:

"So? What do you want to do? You want to... kill me?"

The witch gave a completely opposite answer:

"No, I'm not going to do that."

The priest was stunned.

She looked at the witch in disbelief - she couldn't believe what the witch said.

However, she should actually believe it, because perhaps other people could deceive her, but the witch alone could not deceive her.

Because they are both "Rachel".

How could "Lacee" lie to "Lacee"?

But the pastor didn't understand, so she asked:

"why?"

"because……"

The witch glanced at the staff tightly held by the priest and answered half-jokingly and half-seriously:

"Char and I are trapped in Diesel and have no way to contact the White Tower. In such a predicament, even one more helper would be beneficial to us."

"We must first figure out who our friends are and who our enemies are," the witch said, raising a finger. "In the face of such a disaster, why should we fight among ourselves? Wouldn't it be better for us to unite against the enemy?"

"Besides, if you are really another 'me', then you should have inherited my magical reserves and spell attainments. From this aspect, you might become a very reliable ally."

"With your help, we can even try to solve Diesel's abnormality without the help of external forces..."

The witch talked eloquently and gave a lot of reasons.

But the pastor couldn't help but burst out laughing:

"Aren't you afraid that I will snatch your man away?"

"..."

The witch's expression froze for a moment.

But soon, she replied without showing any weakness:

"Don't be afraid. There's nothing to be afraid of. You are my replica. You have completely inherited my feelings for Ciel. So you should know that I don't have any feelings for Ciel..."

She wanted to say that she didn't really like Ciel that much.

But before she could finish her words, the pastor in front of her took a deep breath and interrupted her:

"But I like Charles very much. I like him so much that I can't live without him."

"I want to marry him, to grow old with him, and even seriously consider having children with him."

"I reject contact with other men, but he is an exception. I want to have sex with him and sleep in his arms. He smells good and I like it. I feel very safe when I lie in his arms. I also thought about how to extend his life. After all, although he has the title of a hero, he is just a mortal."

"If I can't find a way to keep him alive, I will give up my position as a witch...

"——I will slowly grow old with him."

She stared into the witch's eyes, and a mischievous smile gradually appeared at the corner of her mouth.

"So," the pastor whispered, "it seems we are not the same."

"..."

The witch's expression gradually changed from dazed to astonished, and in the end, her entire body turned red.

From the earlobe to the base of the neck, it is bright red.

"you you you……"

She couldn't help but raise her hand and point her wand at the priest, as if she wanted to use magic to punish this shameless bad guy who openly made such a horrible declaration in broad daylight.

But before that, the pastor tilted his head again and asked in the sarcastic tone that she was very familiar with:

"I've always thought so. Have you never thought so?"

The witch subconsciously wanted to answer "No!".

The pastor predicted her thoughts again and said to her lightly:

"You can lie to your friends, but don't lie to yourself."

The witch was now completely furious.

She decided to humanely destroy the bad guy in front of her no matter what, and never let him run in front of Charles and say those weird things.

Damn it, I can't stand it anymore, I exploded with her.jpg

However, the pastor predicted her thoughts for the third time:

"I agree to your request and form an alliance with you, but please agree to one request of mine."

The witch frowned when she heard this:

"any request?"

The pastor then gave her a complex expression that she couldn't understand:

"After Diesel's anomaly is resolved... I want to make a wish to that wishing well."

[To be continued]

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51. I really want to know

"Make a wish?" The witch became alert. "What do you want to wish for?"

Then she immediately added:

"You should know that if the wishing well is really a limited wishing machine, the White Tower will definitely reclaim it and seal it up."

"After this, each wish will be evaluated and analyzed to determine its potential harm, and only after a feasibility report is passed will they be entrusted to the limited wish machine for execution."

"Although I am one of the founders of the White Tower, you know that even Lao Deng would find it difficult to bypass the decision-makers of the White Tower and do whatever he wants with the limited wish-granting machine..."

The witch was talking here when the priest interrupted her:

"I don't need to do whatever I want. I just want to use that limited wish machine to fulfill a very simple wish."

This time the witch guessed the priest's thoughts.

Then she frowned:

"You're not going to use that limited wish machine to create another Ciel, are you? Are you crazy?!"

The pastor smiled:

"As expected of you - no, I should say, the other me. You really guessed it."

The witch's expression quickly turned serious:

"No, there is a price to pay for making a wish to the limited wishing machine. Although Ciel and I still haven't figured out what the price of creating you is, it's probably not a good thing..."

"Of course I know that there is a price to pay for making wishes come true," the priest replied softly, "but you and I both know that limited wishing machines generally only charge a price to the person who makes the wish."

As she spoke, she looked into the witch's eyes and told her in the calmest tone possible:

"So I will bear all the costs of one person."

The witch was stunned and asked subconsciously:

"Even in death?"

The pastor smiled, as if he had guessed what she would ask:

"Well, even in death."

"..."

The witch suddenly felt helpless.

"No," she couldn't help but mutter, "Isn't love-brain really scary?"

Fortunately, she is not love-brained.

She thought she would not do such a stupid thing - a wise man does not fall in love, and a fool would not repeat the same mistake. What's the good of falling in love? Can't you live without falling in love?

As for risking her life to revive the one she loves... she believes she can't do it. After all, she...

"Tonight is the drifting egoist."

She only cares about herself!

However, the other her obviously didn't think so - the other her had a different opinion on this.

"Charles is an ordinary person, but you are a witch. If nothing unexpected happens, he will definitely leave this world before you. If one day Charles is old and about to die, and could leave you at any time, what would you think and what would you do?"

The pastor's voice was pleasant and slow, as if he was telling a story.

A story...a story that neither she nor the witch wanted to hear.

The witch almost instinctively began to imagine as she told the story.

Charles is very old and sick in bed, but time has hardly left any trace on the witch, so she is still beautiful, lovely, young and healthy.

She guessed that Charles would call her name in a gentle and soft voice as always, would interlock his skinny and wrinkled hands with hers, would tell her calmly and contentedly...

Tell her that being in love with her is the happiest thing in his life. If there is an afterlife, if there is an afterlife...

He would not finish his words, because he did not expect another life, he did not want to talk about those topics about death and separation, because he did not want the witch to be sad and cry because of him.

He will smile.

He just smiles.

He might not say "I love you" to her, but he would gaze into the witch's eyes and whisper to her:

"After I die, you must... be well."

The witch didn't dare to imagine any further.

She almost covered her ears.

But the pastor did not continue the story.

The pastor just asked in a gloating tone:

"Now, do you finally understand how I feel?"

The witch finally woke up from the heart-wrenching sad atmosphere.

She gritted her teeth and said in a muffled voice:

"Since you want to make a wish, then go ahead and give it a try. Anyway, Diesel is basically isolated from the outside world now, and in order to solve Diesel's abnormality, it is natural to pay some price..."

The witch raised her head abruptly, staring into the pastor's emerald green eyes, and warned:

"But I will record all our conversations and your wishes. Once the White Tower intervenes in Diesel, I will compile them into a report and hand it in."

The pastor readily accepted her offer:

"Well, I understand. This is the bottom line of the White Tower. I will abide by it, as long as you are willing to let me make a wish to the wishing well."

The witch was silent for a moment after hearing this, and then asked:

"But you should also understand that even if you use the wishing well to create another Ciel... after Diesel's anomaly is resolved, you and the other Ciel will be contained as products of a limited wishing machine, and your freedom may even be restricted to a certain extent. Is this really a good idea?"