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

But he cooperated and put his arms around the witch's waist, letting her act coquettishly in his arms.

"okay."

"Good Bull Demon!" The witch denied sullenly, "Not good!"

The brave man's response is still thoughtful:

"That's not good."

"……Oh."

Lacey was speechless.

She felt like she had been gathering strength for a long time, and her originally proud punch ended up hitting cotton.

If she is strong, let her be strong, and the breeze will blow on the hills; if she is allowed to be unruly, the bright moon will shine on the river.

No matter how this weird little kitten showed her teeth and claws at Charles, Charles just let her lie on his legs and even gently stroked her fur from the top of her head to the tip of her tail. Although his technique was not very delicate, she just liked it.

Miss Witch suddenly felt so scary.

What should she do? It seems like she is being controlled by Charles!

Although she was panicking and anxious, just like in her previous life, faced with a mountain of urgent matters, she chose to start working. After all, the sofa was so comfortable and the short videos on her phone were so interesting...

Laceline was craving the warmth from the man who was holding her in his arms. He was just like the sun, radiating almost infinite light and heat all the time, and even a dark and awkward person like her could be favored.

She almost cheered.

But other emotions came along with the warmth and happiness, and they absorbed the warmth and happiness as wildly and quickly as weeds, growing and gradually filling the witch's entire body.

It is possessiveness and greed, as well as many more inhumane evil thoughts.

In the past, they were all deeply suppressed in the witch's heart, and had almost never seen the light. Now, the light and heat emitted by the brave man favored them indiscriminately, gave them strength, and they grew wildly. Like a plant with tangled roots extending from the soil of a pottery pot, it tried to break through the pottery pot by instinct and come to the outside world.

The witch suddenly had an idea that even she herself felt was extreme -

"It would be nice if Ciel... belonged to me alone."

She wanted Ciel to become a hero that belonged to her alone.

As it happened, this was not a difficult thing for her to do. There was probably no one in the world who understood Charles better than her. She knew all his weaknesses and knew exactly how to deal with him.

By stripping away the holy sword that could grant Ciel super-standard forbidden spells, and then using the wishing machine on Ciel, she would probably be able to keep Ciel by her side forever, making him the sun that belonged to her alone.

But do we really need to do this?

The witch buried her face in the hero's chest and took a deep breath, greedily tasting the scent of her lover with her sense of smell.

It was so delicious and tasty that she couldn't help but want to take a bite of his collarbone or muscular shoulder.

She felt like she was going to become a vampire, and a fucking yandere one at that. Wasn't that too weird?

But she didn't become a vampire or a yandere after all. She quietly suppressed the heavy emotions that would make Ciel feel more stressed. She pulled back all the dark thoughts that had penetrated her body and grown wildly, and suppressed them in her heart again.

"That's good enough," she said to herself. "I should be satisfied."

However, she also knew that although she could fool her friends with such words, she could never fool herself.

Even though she had hidden all those dark emotions again, in the process of releasing and retracting them, they still left traces and influences on her that could not be ignored.

As the witch thought so, she unconsciously exhaled a hot breath with a sticky flavor.

"call--"

Driven by some impulse, under the maid's long skirt, the legs wrapped in smooth velvety white silk were twisted together. On the other hand, Lacier, who had transformed from the Witch of Dawn and Dusk into the hero's exclusive little maid, slowly lowered her right hand, and her fingertips climbed and jumped along the man's solid thighs without stopping.

"Hmm..." A trance flashed across the little maid's blue eyes, as if she was broken. Then, a charming call came out of her rosy and attractive little mouth, "Master..."

The maid's delicate little hand almost touched her master's holy sword.

This time, her enemy will no longer be the sex demon in her heart.

However, before she could formally declare war on her master, as the detection spells placed near the Witch's Nest were triggered, an extremely familiar voice sounded outside the door:

"My dear student, are you at home? The teacher is here to visit you."

It’s Lao Deng.

[To be continued]

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10. Real Purpose

Lao Deng arrived at a very inappropriate time.

But Lacey couldn't just push the door open with a sullen look on her face, like a spirited young man wearing tight pants and moccasins with his pregnant girlfriend, ready to go and get his father-in-law's gold coins. She just opened her mouth and said, "Oi! Lao Deng, is it okay for me to park my will-o'-the-wisp downstairs at your house?"

To be fair, Lao Deng treated her very well, so she couldn't let him down.

Even if Lao Deng ruined her good fortune and left her stuck in the middle, she couldn't say bad things to Lao Deng.

What's more, she was too embarrassed to meet Lao Deng now in this maid outfit.

She felt that she should change her clothes, not only because she didn't want Old Den to find out that she was secretly wearing a maid's outfit for Charles to see, but also...

"My thighs are sticky and uncomfortable..."

Thinking of this, Lacie calmly withdrew her hand that was almost grasping the holy sword, and turned her face away so that Charles would not see her red cheeks.

After being disturbed by Lao Deng, she suddenly "woke up". Her thinking, which had been dominated by sudden dark emotions, returned to normal, and she lost the courage to face the sex maniac.

"I must be possessed by a ghost!" She cursed in her heart, "Otherwise, how could I think of doing such an outrageous thing?"

Her habitual thinking made her want to pass on the blame.

But who to put the blame on is a big problem - Old Deng just disturbed her good times and should not be responsible for her strange impulse; Charles did nothing and was extremely gentle to her, how could there be anything wrong with him?

After much thought, Lacie finally figured out who to put the blame on.

"It's Victoria!" She suddenly said without thinking, gritting her teeth, "It must be Victoria who did it!"

Then, before Charles could react, Lacielle slapped him on the butt and said:

"You... deal with Lao Deng first! I'm going to change my clothes and will be right back!"

After saying that, she was about to run away.

However, she obviously overestimated her own attainments in magic, and also obviously underestimated Lao Deng's control over magic power as a super-level wizard.

With a faint explosion like a short circuit in the wires and a brilliant flash of light, the door that had automatically closed due to the detection spell being triggered opened automatically, and a smiling old man in a white robe slowly walked in from outside.

However, after seeing Lacie, who was trying hard to hide herself behind Charles in a maid outfit, Lao Deng's expression changed for a moment - he seemed to be in disbelief, even astonished, but in the end, he returned to his usual kind smile.

"Oh," she said, leaning on her wand, stopping not far from the witch and the hero, seeming a little confused, "What's going on?"

The Lord of the White Tower looked at her beloved student and said with an exaggerated tone as if she were performing a play:

"Although I did worry that our smartest and cutest Witch of the Twilight in the entire Pan-Continent would accidentally sign a contract with someone and become a well-behaved maid of some lucky guy, but..."

She shook her head and sighed:

"It was just a joke. I never imagined that a joke would come true. Oh my God, it's really... oh, it's a surprise."

After finding the right words to summarize his current thoughts, Lao Deng finally couldn't help but burst out laughing.

In contrast, Lacie, who was hiding behind Charles and trying to conceal her figure, blushed immediately.

She wanted to retort and say that this was just a little interest between us... between us, and you, old man, don’t understand anything!

However, she was not thick-skinned enough to say this, and she could not say such embarrassing words in front of Lao Deng, so she could only shrink behind Charles and elbow him hard.

"Husband, please do something, husband!"

She prayed in her heart, even using the name that she would never want to say out loud.

Anyway, Charles couldn't hear it.

Perhaps he heard her inner voice, or perhaps he simply understood that she was shy and didn't know how to face Lao Deng, anyway, Charles stood up.

"Ms. Verliden," he asked awkwardly, "you..."

Charles wanted to ask her why she came and whether she was looking for him or Laceline.

After a series of unusual events involving Lentiheim and his Diesel, Old Deng, who was almost about to retire, took power again and resumed his original position, becoming the true, not nominal, lord of the White Tower.

As the Lord of the White Tower, she had too many things to deal with every day. At least in the White Tower, during the days of isolation and observation, Charles noticed that the old man was always busy and almost never had any free time.

But now she appeared in the sea of ​​forests...

Does this mean that she has a very important task to give them?

Just like when they left Lentiheim, Lao Deng commissioned them to investigate in Diesel, and finally discovered the polluted kingdom. Will there be a similarly difficult and tricky commission waiting for them?

Charles' expression unconsciously became serious, and the slight embarrassment he had felt before instantly disappeared without a trace.

Before he asked the full question, Old Deng seemed to have guessed what he wanted to ask, so he smiled and answered:

"I came here this time... Oh, sorry, I forgot to say that what appears in front of you now is not my real body, but a fake body constructed by a special spell. So, Xiao Xiaer, you must remember not to use forbidden spells on my fake body, otherwise I may have to send another fake body over, which will be a bit troublesome."

Charles was stunned for a moment, then simply turned off the forbidden spell, and nodded to Lao Deng:

"okay, I get it."

"What a good boy," Lao Deng nodded at him with a smile, "As for why I appeared in front of you..."

She paused, then turned her gaze to the holy sword hanging at Charles' waist, her eyes becoming deep:

"If I'm not mistaken, little Charles, you plan to go to Victoria soon, right?"

Charles was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head and looked at the holy sword. After a moment of silence, he answered in an exceptionally firm tone:

"Ah."

"Is it to avenge the previous brave Elvis?" Lao Deng asked, "Or is it to find the truth?"

"…Is there any difference between the two?" Charles couldn't help but ask.

"Of course," Old Deng answered him meaningfully, "The former means that you will be an enemy of Donald and even the entire Victoria, and the latter..."

She pondered for a moment, then posed a question that was unexpected and even absurd:

"Do you really believe that the former brave Elvis was killed by Victoria's General Donald?"

Upon hearing this, Charles subconsciously grasped the hilt of the holy sword and fell into deep thought.

Lacie behind him could no longer hide, and was the first to stick her head out and ask:

"Isn't it? Donald...that one-eyed man clearly admitted it himself!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she found that Lao Deng was staring at her with a strange expression that was a mixture of amazement, sadness and amusement.

Lacey felt uncomfortable when Lao Deng looked at her, so she subconsciously asked:

"What do you mean by that expression?"

Lao Deng sighed, feeling a bit disappointed with his friend:

"My dear student, is your brain just a mere decoration? Or have you been burned out of all your rationality by the flames of love? Otherwise, how could you not see through this obvious fact--"

She tapped the wooden floor with her wand.

"That was a previous generation hero, a guy who could easily defeat the Dragon God of War in close combat. You don't really think that Victoria, who hadn't developed the steam armor more than ten years ago, those weak mortals could defeat the previous generation hero head-on and take a part of the holy sword from him, right?"

Lacey was stunned.

She felt that what Lao Deng said... seemed to be okay.

Indeed.

It is highly likely that Victoria had not yet developed those steam armors more than a decade ago. Of course, even if they had developed the steam armors, it would probably be difficult to kill the previous generation of heroes.

Charles had said to her:

He was not sure whether those iron cans from Victoria had any special abilities, so he did not dare to say that he could fight against the steam armored troops head-on, but he was confident that -

At least he was able to escape from the encirclement of those tin cans.

Not to mention that such a Charles is just a so-called "fake hero". He also told Rachel that he was far less powerful than the previous hero Elvis who adopted him.

There was no reason why the previous generation of heroes couldn't do what Charles could do... No, it might even be more exaggerated. Laceel even thought that the previous generation of heroes could dismantle Victoria's steam armor troops into parts with their bare hands.

If that’s the case, then how could the previous generation of heroes be killed by those bulky tin cans?

That sounds... as ridiculous as if a human being was stung to death by the most common ant.