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

Lacele was so anxious that she was almost sweating, but she couldn't expose herself in front of Charles, she had to hold on.

So in Charles' eyes, the person lying in the coffin at this moment was still his deceased sweetheart.

The bright golden hair flowed freely over the girl's slightly slender body, and the pair of green eyes that used to be sparkling and full of vitality almost all the time closed and never opened again.

She folded her hands in front of her chest, her expression was serene, and there was even a faint smile on the corners of her mouth. She didn't look like she was dead, but rather like she was asleep.

Charles looked at her and suddenly remembered the last time he saw her:

At that time, the dying girl was lying in his arms, her vitality slipping away bit by bit like sand between his fingers, irretrievably.

Her face became paler and paler, her breathing became weaker and weaker, and bright red blood flowed from her lips. Charles wanted to wipe it away for her with his trembling hands, but the girl suddenly grabbed his hand.

"Charles," she shook her head gently, "No need..."

Charles could only let her hold his hand - his mind was blank, he didn't know what else he could do, he wanted to save Lacie, but he didn't know how to save people. From beginning to end, he only knew three things - swinging the sword, light magic, and forbidden magic.

He couldn't save Lacie.

He could only watch as Lacele died in his arms.

He felt as if he had been hit by a hammer, his head was buzzing. He felt powerless, confused, and angry. He wanted to cry, but he couldn't.

He could only kneel there in vain, like the Happy Prince in the fairy tale who died of a broken heart when he saw the swallows frozen to death.

But Lacie suddenly touched his face gently.

He instinctively lowered his head and saw the girl trying hard to give him her usual playful smile.

"You know... Charles..." She breathed weakly, "Actually, I never... never liked you..."

Charles was stunned.

He didn't know why Lacier suddenly said such a thing. Obviously, obviously...

But he felt such a real softness on his cheek—it was Lacielle holding his face.

The girl tried hard to cheer herself up, and as if in a last gasp, a smile as bright and lonely as fireworks appeared on her face.

Then she leaned close to Charles's ear and whispered:

"So after I die... you must... must not be sad for me..."

……

Memories rolled in like a tide, drowning Charles.

It was a long time before he finally broke free from the gravity of his memories and returned to the reality of the moment.

But the memories still affected him, prompting him to lower his head and look closely at the face of the girl in the coffin.

"How cunning." He smiled bitterly and murmured softly.

Then he held out his hand to Rachel.

Lacey's hair stood up in the coffin.

What does that mean? What's so cunning? Could it be that Charles had seen through her identity a long time ago, but deliberately kept it to himself, hoping to play it long and catch a bigger fish?

Now he felt it was time to close the net, so he finally decided to stop pretending and reveal her identity?

Otherwise why would he reach out to her?

But Lacele had no way to confirm her guess, so she could only continue to pretend to be dead, secretly greeting Charles in her heart while allowing Charles to stretch out his claws to her.

Of course, no matter what, she also has a bottom line. If Charles' hand really reaches somewhere it shouldn't be, she will definitely not continue to play dead, but will choose to take out her wand and fight Charles directly.

Thus, in such a tense atmosphere as if facing a formidable enemy, Lacie felt the hero's hand hesitantly touching her cheek.

It feels like a dragonfly skimming the water, it's itchy.

But she felt very uncomfortable - since Rachel became like this, this was the first time a man had touched her body without permission.

And the cheeks.

She felt that the piece of skin that Charles touched was like receiving a tiny electric shock, an indescribable strange feeling, and soon, as Charles' entire hand was pressed against her cheek, this feeling quickly expanded, spreading from her face to the back of her ears and the base of her neck.

Something is heating up.

Rachel subconsciously wanted to slap Charles' hand away, but she couldn't do it. She wanted to clench her hands, but she couldn't do it either.

She was just a corpse now, a half-dead, unable to move.

So she could only let Charles do whatever he wanted to her.

The situation was so bad that countless books were already unfolding in Lacie's head.

But no matter which one it is, there is only one ending for her future——

That means being stuffed into a cream puff.

Lacele could only pray that Charles was a gentleman who could remain calm in the face of temptation. Of course, it would be possible for him to be from Nantong.

At least Nantong shouldn't be interested in a beautiful girl like her.

Perhaps her prayers worked, and Charles didn't actually do anything to her further.

The most he did was touch her face, and then he closed the coffin lid again.

However, it was not until all the nails of the coffin were re-nailed and it was confirmed that the situation was completely safe that Lacie in the coffin breathed a sigh of relief.

so far so good.

After all, Charles is a brave man, and it is unlikely that he would do anything cruel to her corpse, so this level can be said to have been passed without any danger.

But no champagne just yet.

The next thing was the most troublesome thing - she had to find a way to sneak out of the coffin before Charles took her to the Sea of ​​Forest, and by the way, create another body to deal with Charles' inspection.

But this was not a difficult task for her.

It would take a brave man five or six days to get from the cemetery to the Forest Sea alone, not to mention that he now has to carry her as a burden. The journey is long and arduous. If Charles wants to transport her to the Forest Sea, it will probably take at least ten days, right?

This was still an optimistic estimate, after all, she had not yet taken into account the coffin - as a corpse, Lacier could not leave the coffin made from the trunk of the Elf Mother Tree.

During these days, she always found an opportunity to sneak away and go to the Sea of ​​Forest to wait for Charles' arrival.

But this time, Lacie miscalculated again.

Before she had been lying in the coffin for long, she felt the fluctuations of magical power releasing spells outside, but they were not the familiar fluctuations belonging to the forbidden spells, but the fluctuations of the folding spells.

Only then did she remember that there was something called a magic scroll in this world.

All you need to do is write down the precise coordinates of the starting point and the end point on the scroll, then inject a certain amount of magic power into it - of course, there are also types that have been injected with magic power in advance - and then, even a Muggle with no magical talent at all can successfully activate the scroll.

Charles used the Warp Magic Scroll on himself and the coffin containing Rachel.

The next moment, the breeze brought them out of the cemetery and came to the Forest Sea, the secluded place of the Witch of Dawn and Dusk.

The heavy coffin sank deeply into the soft soil, and Charles beside him quickly woke up from the dizziness caused by the warp spell. After gently stroking the coffin beside him, as if telling the person in the coffin to wait for him to come back, Charles walked towards the witch's lair.

The door to the witch's lair was tightly closed.

Charles stood in front of the door and knocked three times politely, then stood there, waiting for the Witch of Twilight to come and open the door for him.

But after a while, no one opened the door for him.

Ciel looked up at the sun in confusion, and confirmed that it was already afternoon. Even if Miss Witch was very sleepy, she couldn't possibly not have woken up yet...

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but raise his voice and shout:

"Master... are you awake? It's me!"

He was still not used to this new name, so his tone was somewhat awkward, but at least his volume was fine, and Miss Witch should be able to hear his shout.

But there was still no response from behind the door.

"Is she not at home?" Ciel couldn't help but wonder, "Where would the witch lady go?"

He didn't know - after all, he didn't know the mysterious witch well enough.

So he decided to go back to Rachel's coffin first, where he would guard his lover's coffin while waiting for the witch to come back.

But before he could turn around, the door suddenly opened.

Then, the witch lady with messy silver hair appeared in front of him.

She seemed to be in a hurry and didn't have time to put her clothes on. One strap of her nightgown fell down, revealing a large area of ​​white and sexy skin. She only wore one shoe, and the other foot was casually stepped on the ground. Her toes were round, like a row of curled up white jade dumplings, so cute.

"What are you doing?" The girl leaned against the door frame, frowned, and asked him in dissatisfaction, "You're making so much noise so early in the morning, and you can't let me sleep?"

It was at this moment that Charles realized that the witch in front of him was not only a benefactor who could help him resurrect his lover, but also a beautiful girl who was loved by everyone - at least in terms of appearance.

But he didn't want to look at anything inappropriate. He quickly turned his eyes away and said awkwardly:

"But it's already afternoon..."

"Don't use your short-lived concept of time to speculate about us long-lived species," the witch interrupted him impatiently, "Tell me, what do you want from me?"

Since Miss Witch asked this, Ciel had no choice but to answer honestly:

"I brought Rachel's body here. Can you help me..."

But before he could finish, he heard Miss Witch say firmly:

"no!"

Charles was stunned for a moment, not understanding why Miss Witch's attitude became so resolute and her reaction was so intense, so he subconsciously asked:

"why?"

But the witch lady on the other side, Laciel, also wanted to know why.

How could she come up with a reasonable excuse?

[To be continued]

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13. I don't want to bother with you

Lacele sneaked out of the coffin when Charles knocked on the door.

In order to prevent the hero from discovering her, she even used a special warping spell.

It was a short walk from the coffin to the front door, and Charles walked leisurely and easily, but she was sweating profusely.

She used the folding spell, connected the disguise spell and the changing clothes spell, then ruffled her hair, pulled down one shoulder strap of her nightgown, and kicked off one shoe - the whole set of operations was done smoothly and in one go, making her a hero among witches.

This is her acting skills. Do other witches have such acting skills as hers?

It’s a pity that it’s a bit too cheap for that kid Charles.

The first person to visit her little nest was Charles, and the first person to have the pleasure of seeing her in such a slovenly state was also Charles.

Besides, Charles saw her shoulder.

This large area of ​​white must be very pleasing to the eyes. After all, she is an absolute beauty no matter what, and she still has this confidence.

But it doesn't matter, she will find a way to recover the interest.

She will let the hero know that it is not easy to take advantage of the witch.

But now, Laciel would not show all these thoughts on her face. She was a mature and elegant witch - although this mature and elegant witch was planning how to cheat the hero in front of her.

"Why are you in such a hurry?" She pretended to be angry. "You can't eat hot tofu in a hurry, understand?"

Then she yawned, shook her wand, summoned the shoe that she had kicked somewhere, then walked past the brave man and slowly walked to the now empty coffin.

Rachel tapped the coffin lid lightly with her wand and frowned:

"Didn't I tell you? Don't rush things. We haven't even prepared all the materials needed to complete the resurrection spell. Why are you carrying your... your wife's coffin here?"

After saying this, even Laci herself felt that something was not right.

She is both a witch and a priest. Now she says that the non-existent priest in the coffin is Ciel's wife. Isn't that admitting...

This is too weird.

But Charles didn't notice the unusual change in her tone at all, and just explained in a low voice:

"This place is too far from Rachel's grave. I brought her here so that you can check her condition. If there is any progress, you can also perform the resurrection ceremony as soon as possible..."

It was a very strange experience to hear Charles shouting his name into a coffin.

However, it was impossible for Lacee to tell Charles directly, "Don't look there, your wife is no longer in the coffin. If you want to know why, it's because I stole your wife away."