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

This illusion is really weird.

Charles couldn't help but shake his head, throwing all these messy thoughts out of his mind.

Then, in order to hide his twisted feelings, he gently broke free from the witch lady's arms.

"Hmm?" Miss Witch made a puzzled nasal sound, "What's wrong?"

"..."

Charles didn't dare to answer.

He felt that the current witch lady was a little... too cute, of course he felt so before.

In order to avoid being drowned in the gentle embrace of Miss Witch, and giving up all efforts, he struggled to get the topic back on track:

"But then, when Uncle Elvis went out to look for clues to the disaster... I just remembered that maybe he was going to Victoria."

"Ah?" Laciel exclaimed slightly, "Are you sure?"

Charles was silent for a moment, and then he recalled the situation at that time and said:

"I can't be sure, I just vaguely remember that Uncle Elvis asked me if there was anything I wanted before he left that day, and he could bring it back for me on the way."

"When I said no, Uncle Elvis patted me on the head regretfully and said it was a pity, after all, he was going to Sheffield, the unique city of steam and steel."

Upon hearing this, Lacier pursed her lips and remained silent for a moment, her expression becoming strange:

"Victoria again?"

"Ah," Ciel nodded, "Victoria again."

"Or," he thought, "it's always Victoria."

The one who killed the previous hero Elvis was Victoria's general Donald; the person or thing that destroyed the hometown of the current hero Ciel was closely related to Victoria, even...

Charles suddenly reached out his hand and gently touched Lacie's chest through her clothes.

"?"

Laceel almost couldn't help but elbow Charles, but luckily she noticed in time that something was wrong with Charles' expression -

Full of regret, with a slight sense of guilt, and deeply accumulated, deliberately hidden anger.

So, although she was a little shy, Lacele still sat there obediently, biting her lips, and let Charles' big hands do whatever they wanted.

But to her surprise, Charles only touched her slightly and then took his hand back.

"Does it still hurt?" he asked.

"Ah?" Lacier was stunned and asked subconsciously, "What?"

"Wounds," Ciel answered briefly, "Before... you helped me block the wound left by that sword."

"Uh……"

Lacier thought for a moment, lifted the hem of her nightgown to her chest, looked down, and then answered:

"It doesn't hurt anymore. It's almost healed."

"..."

Ciel fell into an odd silence.

He was a little...laughing and crying.

"It's good that it doesn't hurt anymore," he said, and helped Miss Witch put her skirt down again. "Also, you can just tell me if it hurts or not, you don't have to show me like you are doing now..."

"Who showed it to you?!" Lacie retorted abruptly and loudly, then quickly turned down the volume, "I was... I was showing it to myself! Stop being so self-conscious!"

"..."

Charles had no intention of refutation.

But he felt that if Rachel's cheeks were not so red, her two sentences would be more convincing.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but slightly curl up the corners of his mouth.

"Stupid witch."

He made a casual remark, imitating the way Lacie used to address him.

Lacie keenly caught the subtle changes in Charles' expression, and then she hummed softly:

"Who are you calling an idiot? You don't even know why I did this, and yet you dare to call me an idiot? You're so stupid..."

Lacie lowered her head and calmly adjusted her nightgown, then said in a gentle and reliable voice:

"It would be very uncomfortable to have your scars reopened, right?"

Charles was stunned.

Rachel added:

"Although you look like you're fine, you're really good at disguising and hiding things. You're not as honest as you look."

At this she sighed:

"Alas... If you hadn't admitted it yourself, I would never have guessed that you weren't a true hero. You look incredibly upright, but surprisingly, you have a very deep mind."

This was undoubtedly an accusation, but Ciel couldn't refute it.

He even felt a little guilty.

He thought that maybe he should have told the truth to Rachel earlier, just as he thought when he faced the witch and the priest who were split in two by the wish in Diesel -

The witch is a fake, the priest is a fake, and isn't he, the fake hero, also a fake?

The fakes should have huddled together and been honest with each other, but for various reasons, they all chose to hide the truth in the end.

They are all fools, no doubt about it.

But there are different levels of fools. Rachel obviously thinks Charles is the fool of fools, so she said:

"Because I'm very deep in my mind, I'm used to keeping things to myself and not speaking them out. Even if someone asks me, I'll just smile and shake my head and say it's nothing. But whether it's okay or not, I'm afraid only you know... Oh, idiot, idiot, idiot!"

The witch drew out her voice and sighed in a condescending manner.

Then she raised her chin, glanced at Charles, and said:

"I'm not stupid, I'm smart. Do you really think I'm as stupid as you and I just lifted my skirt to show you? That's just..."

She paused, and her voice softened a lot:

"I'm just afraid that you'll be sad if I mention the disaster back then, but you won't say it out loud, and will just keep it in your heart. That's not a good thing."

"So I thought... it doesn't matter if I sacrifice a little bit of my looks. Maybe you'll feel better if I show you. Hehe! I understand. Isn't that what you men like?"

Finally, she deliberately did a muscle-showing move that bodybuilders often do to Charles, boasting:

"How's it going? My acting is pretty good. You didn't notice it at all! Are you feeling much better now?"

But she soon screamed again:

“No, no! Why did you suddenly pick me up? Woo… crawl… crawl quickly!”

[To be continued]

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7. Not a buddy

In the end, Charles actually let Lacie go.

This was really surprising; she thought she was going to be penetrated again.

In fact, Charles only came over and hugged her, and other than that he didn't do anything that crossed the line.

At most - at most he just took his place and occupied her lounge chair.

Then, he placed her on his lap.

Logically speaking, they could even be considered... an old married couple in a certain sense, and they had done more intimate things than this many times, but now that Lacie was sitting on Charles' lap and being held in his arms, she still felt uncomfortable.

She felt as if a brave man was crawling on her body.

Charles put his chin on top of her head again, and although he tried to control the strength, it didn't hurt her at all, she still felt a little weird, especially because her waist, which was the most sensitive part of her body, was under Charles' control.

Moreover, his hands...

Lacele bit her lip, trying to ignore Charles's hot, large hands folded over her belly.

"You're such a pervert!"

She couldn't help but curse in her heart, even though in fact Charles didn't do anything to her.

He just put his hand there.

But this was already lewd enough. Would a decent person put his hand on a girl's belly while chatting? Although this was a remote forest sea where no one would see them, the two of them could even do something more outrageous...

"Uh-huh..."

Thinking of this, Lacie felt more and more depressed.

Her breathing unconsciously became much more rapid, her pupils were filled with shimmering watery colors, and her body gradually became as soft as marshmallows, especially when Charles' hot breath attacked her earlobes, her whole body turned into a pool of sticky, sweet syrup like a melted marshmallow.

“Damn it…”

She tried her best to maintain her dignity and pretend that nothing had happened; at the same time, she cursed in her heart at this body that was too weak and more likely to raise the white flag than a certain country.

Oh my god! It turns out that I am the pervert.

Miss Witch was thinking so dejectedly, when she suddenly heard a low voice coming from above her head:

"Thank you."

This voice washed away the witch's chaotic thoughts.

She didn't want Charles to thank her because she felt that... words like "thank you" were only said by people who were not close enough to her.

So she quickly replied:

"Don't thank me! We are... we are just buddies! Why thank me? Don't you think we are strangers?"

Then she noticed that Charles' hand on her lower abdomen became dishonest, and a sigh with mixed emotions came from above her head.

"Are you still here, buddy?" Charles asked.

Lacele shuddered.

"Hands, hands, hands... where are you touching?" She protested in her mind, "No, no, no... you can't go there, if you keep touching me I will..."

The witch let out an irrepressible, broken, yet lovely cry.

She could no longer stand up straight. On the contrary, if Charles continued to act like this, she would probably become as soft as a pool of syrup.

Because Ciel seemed to have really found her weakness——

Although he has a tough mouth, his body is extremely honest and cannot withstand the slightest test.

So, in the end, she could only make a nice and seductive sound to beg for mercy:

"Wow... I was wrong... I'm sorry... Let me go... Ah! No... Good Ciel, please... We are not brothers, not brothers! The two of us... Ah... We are not brothers, is this okay?"

"No buddy," Charles asked in a statement tone, "What is it?"

"..."

Lacey really wanted to muster up the courage to tell Charles that I am your father.

But she dared not.

She wasn't stupid enough to add fuel to the fire.

But she didn't want to tell the truth - you're kidding! Even if they were married, she would still be the husband!

She is not Charles' wife!

Charles should be her wife!

But a real man can bend and stretch. Now people have to bow their heads under the eaves. Besides, there is an old saying in her hometown -

"He who knows the current affairs is a hero."

So after a fierce struggle with herself, the witch finally gritted her teeth, closed her eyes, and said with a red face:

"It's... it's a master-servant relationship - we have signed a contract, don't forget it!"