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

Until now, the so-called "lesson" still remains in her body.

But she couldn't tell Charles that this thing was the prototype of the contraceptive spell, right?

First, it was too embarrassing, and second, she was afraid that after hearing that name, Charles would be aroused by some strange desire to win, and would drag her to fight for another 300 rounds...

Don’t do that kind of thing!

This alone will never work!

So, after grunting for a long time, under Ciel's gaze, the witch lady stammered:

“This, this, this… This is the wonderful magical tool that we will use next!”

"?"

Charles didn't understand what the wonderful magic tool was, but he was sure that the thing in his hand should be a sealed spell prototype of a certain spell, and it was definitely not some damn "Wonderful Magic Tool".

Plus, Lacier's bad intentions...

So after a moment's silence, he announced to Rachel:

"Confiscated!"

"No!" Lacier said anxiously, "Give it back to me!"

Charles didn't understand, but she did. Without this thing, someone might really die!

So she didn't even care about her already shattered body, and pounced on Charles, trying to snatch the spell prototype back from Charles.

But as soon as she stood up, her legs went limp and she collapsed on the bed.

"Ah..." The witch cried out in pain and curled up into a ball, "It hurts, it hurts..."

Charles no longer cared about the spell prototype, and hurriedly leaned over and asked with concern:

"What's wrong with you? Are you okay?"

Lacey gritted her teeth, raised her head, glared at him fiercely, and her face turned red.

"It's all..." she whispered, "It's all your fault..."

Blame it on Charles!

If he hadn't tortured her so badly yesterday, she wouldn't have become like this. Really, doesn't that guy know what it means to be gentle and considerate to women?

Also, who said "There is no such thing as a plowed field, only an exhausted cow"? If Lacey knew who said it, she would pull out her magic wand and turn her into a pig's head!

On the other side, probably because he knew he was in the wrong, Charles' expression became noticeably embarrassed. He coughed twice to clear his throat, and scratched his head, completely lacking the aggressiveness of last night.

After holding it in for a long time, he finally managed to utter a sentence:

"I, I will be responsible."

"..."

Miss Witch was stunned.

She thought, Huh? Responsible? Such simple five words, as if they could be said casually. Do you really understand the weight of this sentence?

You are just a short-lived species, and you dare to speak so arrogantly. Can you really bear the long life of an immortal species like me? Can you really do it? Do you really understand how I have prepared myself mentally to be with you?

But in the end, she didn't say any of these words - no, maybe she did say them - but in a different form:

The witch bit her lip, her expression more serious than ever. She stared into Charles' iron-gray eyes, as if chanting some forbidden spell, and told him word by word in a decisive tone:

"Let me tell you in advance, I am... very clingy! You better be mentally prepared for me!"

Charles was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and suddenly smiled.

That smile was like the sun, as warm and dazzling as the light magic that she taught him three years ago and that was thoroughly developed in his hands.

"Yes!" The brave man nodded and responded to her in the same serious and decisive tone, "Then in the future, please give me more guidance!"

He held out his hand to Rachel, like the hero in a chivalric novel.

Lacele snorted softly and reluctantly handed her hand to her Lord Knight.

But the corners of her mouth were clearly raised.

Their hands were hooked together, and it was only a moment, yet it seemed to last almost forever.

Unfortunately, not long after, this warm and cozy atmosphere was broken——

There's a knock on the door.

Feeling guilty, Lacie instantly shrank back into the bed, revealing only a pair of big blue eyes, and then gestured to Charles:

"Go, go, go and deal with it!"

Charles nodded to show that he understood, quickly got out of bed, picked up the clothes that were thrown on the floor and put them on, pretending nothing had happened and asked:

"Who?"

A familiar voice, Lao Deng's, came from outside the door:

"It's me, Viliden."

Charles immediately became nervous - although even he himself couldn't explain why he was nervous.

"Ms. Verliden?" He tried to look calm. "What do you want to talk to me about?"

"Yes, there are some things..." Lao Deng outside the door answered, "Regarding the follow-up of a series of events involving Diesel, I need you, the person involved, to participate..."

At this point, she suddenly changed the subject for no apparent reason:

"Of course, my dear student also has to attend, but when I went to look for her just now, I found that she was not at home... Oh, you two are so close, maybe you know where she went - that's what I thought, so I just came to ask you."

"!"

Upon hearing this, the witch hiding in the hero's bed immediately greeted the hero desperately, and signaled him to tell Lao Deng that he didn't know where she was either.

In fact, the hero did the same thing:

"I, I don't know where she went. You, you are the master of the White Tower. You should know more about the White Tower than me... this hero, right?"

He has tried very hard to cover up and hide the abnormality.

Thank God, Lao Deng outside the door didn't seem to notice anything unusual inside, so she said with regret:

"What a pity! I thought you would know. I'd better look for it myself. And please don't forget to come to the funeral on time."

"okay!"

Both Charles and Laciel breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this.

"I finally got past it."

they thought.

But at this time, Lao Deng made a surprise attack:

"By the way, there's one more thing..."

Her tone rose, as if she couldn't hold back her laughter:

"Well, don't forget, Monsieur Charles--don't forget to warn that fool who's hiding in your room to come to the funeral."

After leaving these words, she turned around and left decisively.

The only ones left in the room were the stunned brave man and the witch whose face was red as blood and who wanted to turn into a piece of tofu and hit herself to death with it.

[To be continued]

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"Magic is really useful."

While soaking in the bathtub, Lacie couldn't help but mutter to herself.

Even though she was almost tormented to death by Charles last night, she only needed to use the healing spell she had improved herself, "ding", and she would be full of energy again without even having to wait too long.

Yet the mental fatigue remained.

After soaking in the hot water, her whole body almost melted like slime.

Don't want to get up.

I was too lazy to even move my fingers and toes. Taking a bath was so comfortable that it could make me forget all the unhappiness.

Miss Witch couldn't help but let out a sigh of satisfaction and happiness.

Her sighs rose with the mist, condensed into water droplets on the ceiling, fell, and bloomed into small, fleeting flowers on the surface of the bathtub.

Some of the water drops fell on her head and face, the cool feeling dispelled the drowsiness that enveloped her, and she woke up from almost falling asleep.

Miss Witch remembered that this morning, Old Deng came to inform her and Charles that they should go and witness the follow-up of Diesel's series of abnormal events.

She invited them to a funeral.

Although Miss Witch has not figured out how to face Old Deng who seems to have seen through everything, she...

She didn't want to miss the funeral.

So after a brief hesitation, Miss Witch resolutely climbed out of the bathtub.

My legs are still weak.

The healing spell only gave her the strength to get out of bed, but it didn't allow her to ignore the sensations in her body.

Lacie bit her lip while cursing Charles in her heart and looked down.

Then she put on the mask of pain.

"You deserve to die, hero!" She gritted her teeth, "It's swollen!"

Although it wasn't very obvious, she didn't want to suffer that kind of crime again. It was really a death sentence!

"But...it's really comfortable."

Thinking of this, the naked witch walked to the mirror, patted her red cheeks, and began to count how many marks Charles had left on her body.

There were three kiss marks on the neck, on the collarbone, on the chest, and even on the thighs.

In return, she left teeth marks on Ciel's shoulder and scratches on his back.

But this is not fair at all!

Charles usually observed the virtues of a man and wrapped himself tightly, so no one could notice anything unusual about him; but if she exposed her neck, she would definitely be noticed by the sharp-eyed people.

Good things don't go out, bad things pass thousands of miles.

She was sure that if just one person noticed the kiss on her neck, it wouldn't take long for the gossip that she had been raped by Charles to spread throughout the White Tower.

——The group of otaku researchers were only so active when it came to fabricating and spreading gossip about her, the Witch of Twilight.

So she had to find a way to cover up the kiss mark...

"Forget it," Miss Witch thought dejectedly, "The truth will leak out sooner or later."

"It's better to destroy the world!"

She thought almost desperately.

But it was obvious that the world could not be destroyed in a short period of time, so Laciel had no choice but to accept reality.

She changed into the nun uniform that she often wore when she was still in the Brave Squad.

Compared to the dress she wore as a witch, the nun's uniform can cover a larger area, and the color and style are more solemn, making it more suitable for attending funerals.

not to mention……

Rachel looked at the silver-haired, blue-eyed witch in the mirror... No, a priest? That didn't seem right either.

who cares.

The witch's appearance plus the priest's attire is the so-called "best match", and the formula for victory is already determined!

Let’s start experimenting!

She really wanted to know what expression Charles would have when he saw her like this.