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

"And... do you know why half of my face is swollen?"

The witch who was brushing her teeth seemed to freeze for a moment, but soon she returned to normal, raised her head, and said calmly:

"Oh - you ask why your face is swollen? You should ask yourself."

Charles didn't understand why Miss Witch said that, so he subconsciously said "Huh?"

Then, he heard Miss Witch tell him in a very calm voice:

"Nothing, it's just... you seemed to be a little emotional after you got drunk yesterday. For no apparent reason, I saw you start to pound the ground with your face like crazy."

"???"

The Shire were dumbfounded.

But Miss Witch's expression was so serious that he couldn't find any trace of lying on that cute little face.

And the witch lady said in a flat voice:

"I was so scared at the time that I wanted to hold you back, but you were so strong that I couldn't stop you. So I could only watch you continue to pound your face on the ground until half of your face was swollen like a pig's head."

"After that, you seemed satisfied and lay down to sleep."

"Come to think of it, you should thank me. After you fell asleep, I had a hard time dragging you back to the cabin from outside."

She looked at Charles, expressionless, as if she was waiting for something.

——She was even waiting for Charles to thank her.

Of course, Charles couldn't believe what Miss Witch said. He got drunk last night and started beating the ground with his face. But facing Miss Witch now, he felt so guilty that he whispered unconsciously:

"Thank...thank you...Master."

After he thanked her, Lacie snorted coldly, spit out the foam in her mouth, turned around and prepared to leave.

The towel and water cup that were originally floating in front of her turned with her, like guards following behind the queen.

The real guard, Charles, who called her master, stood there awkwardly, holding the blanket, at a loss as to what to do.

Until Laciel suddenly stopped, without even turning to look at him, and said in a very cold voice:

"You don't have to give the blanket back to me. You've already covered yourself with it...you can keep it for yourself."

Charles could only respond "yes" stupidly.

Then he heard Rachel say to him:

"Also, get ready. We are leaving the Sea of ​​Forest today to collect materials. You..."

As if she had thought of something, Miss Witch's tone suddenly became complicated:

"...Actually, you don't need me to remind you - don't forget, you still have to say goodbye to your pastor lady."

No matter what Charles's reaction was after hearing this, as soon as she finished speaking, she started walking again and returned to her nest.

……

Lacele was almost mad at Charles.

Because last night, Charles hugged her for no apparent reason, buried his face in her hair, and tried to smell the scent of her hair.

Fortunately, Charles didn't do anything outrageous to her. At most, he just hugged her and fell asleep like a dead pig. Although he didn't snore, he slept very soundly.

Lacie even felt that he hadn't slept so soundly for a long time.

So the question is - what is the price of Ciel's sound sleep?

The price was her, she paid the price for Charles.

She felt very unhappy, so while Charles was sleeping soundly, Lacele beat him.

He hit Charles' face with his fists left and right, and didn't stop until Charles' face was swollen like a pig's head.

During this time, Charles didn't even wake up, which showed how comfortable he was sleeping with her in his arms.

But after beating Charles, Lacele was still very unhappy.

Charles' physique was so abnormal that in just a short while, his face, which was originally swollen like a pig's head, was almost completely healed. It was foreseeable that his face would return to its original state in a short time.

But the feeling of being forcibly hugged by Charles was lingering. Even after she sent Charles back to the cabin and took a careful bath, she still seemed to have the feeling lingering on her body.

Being hugged by Charles, imprisoned by those strong arms, with the hot and aggressive scent of a man behind her, the guy buried his face in her hair and breathed hard. Naturally, she was infected with the guy's scent.

That felt really bad.

She didn't even dare to breathe, she felt that her life was over, but her body... was so strange, perhaps her body had been accustomed to the hero's intimacy over the past three years, she actually felt... felt that being hugged so tightly by Charles gave her... a very strange and reassuring feeling.

This is so wrong!

No matter what, men can’t!

She absolutely could not accept being tamed by a man! Although her body had shown signs of betraying her soul under the influence of time and space, it was just a sign and was far from irreversible.

Rachel has always had a clear sense of self.

She knew that she definitely did not like Charles, and she would never like Charles.

So she had to find a way to completely cut ties with Charles.

Since this evil relationship started between her and Charles, she should end it!

——During this trip to collect materials.

After collecting enough materials, he "resurrected" the priest, took back the compensation she deserved, and cut off all ties with Charles.

She was here to end it all.

Let the brave be the brave, and the witch be the witch.

It's time to end this farce!

Lacee thought as she took off her nightgown and changed into her usual clothes.

She wore a black dress, black tights, and her long silver hair, which was as clear as crystal and scattered freely. Her temples were adorned with ornaments of the sun and the moon, which symbolized the morning and evening. Her blue eyes were deep and pure, and her facial features were delicate and cute like a doll. Her every move was full of elegance and mystery.

The witch stood in front of the mirror, admiring herself in the mirror with satisfaction.

No one would ever tell that she had any connection with the blonde pastor lady.

Although Ciel seemed to have noticed something unusual a few times - but so what?

When it comes to playing with people's hearts, she is a professional!

[To be continued]

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24. Mysterious Science

At noon, the weather was clear and the sun was shining brightly.

Rachel stood behind Charles and accompanied him to say goodbye to the pastor lady.

She had thought that Charles would talk a lot, so she was prepared for a protracted battle.

——She had cast a soundproofing spell on her ears in advance, and then stood there with a sad face, intending to wait until Charles and his deceased wife had finished their lingering love before removing the spell.

Charles loves the pastor so much that he must have a lot to say to him. The conversation may start at noon and last until the evening.

Of course, if his love is deep, Charles might even start dropping little pearls while holding the coffin.

Although men don't shed tears easily, the person in the coffin is a priest after all, another her. She knows what kind of trauma she has brought to Charles, so she will not be surprised no matter what kind of emotions Charles expresses towards her coffin.

But to her surprise, Charles only leaned over and whispered a few words to her coffin, then straightened his back, turned around and looked at her.

The hero moved his lips and said something to Laciel.

Lacey quickly and secretly lifted the soundproofing spell, then pretended that she had not heard clearly and asked:

"What did you say?"

Charles did not doubt Laciel. Seeing that Laciel did not seem to hear what he had just said, he repeated it:

"I said - 'Let's go'."

This time, Lacie no longer pretended that she didn't hear clearly - she began to doubt whether she had heard it wrongly.

She subconsciously asked:

"So fast?"

Charles was a little confused when he heard this, and asked back:

"what?"

"I wonder how quickly you said goodbye to the Reverend Lady," Rachel asked suspiciously, "Don't you want to say a few more words to her?"

Charles became more and more confused:

"Say a few more words? Why should I say a few more words? There's nothing else to say."

"..."

Lacey clicked her tongue.

She subconsciously wanted to say, "Oh, you are so fast." It was not a good thing to tell Charles that men were fast, but it was a bit too cruel to say such things in front of the pastor's coffin, so she asked casually:

"So what did you just say to Miss Pastor?"

Charles scratched his head:

"What did I just say...did you not hear it?"

Lacele thought to herself that there was a soundproofing magic array in her buddy's ears, so there was no way he could hear what she was saying - but on the surface she pretended to be serious and told Charles:

"It's wrong to eavesdrop on someone's private conversations about a dead lover, but it's another to ask them directly like I did."

She even pretended to be nice:

"Of course, if you think those words are not suitable for me to hear, then forget it."

After her actions, the brave man no longer suspected anything and answered honestly:

"It's nothing... I just told her that I was going to help her find the spell materials that could revive her, and asked her to wait for me to come back."

"……that's all?"

"exactly."

Lacille is fine.

Although Ciel's answer was a bit too simple, it was not a problem. Maybe Ciel, who drank too much and talked a lot beside her yesterday, was the wrong one, and the taciturn hero in front of her was the normal Ciel.

Just like what Ciel said himself—

That's right. That's how it should be.

Lacie no longer had any doubts, she just felt it was a bit of a pity.

It would be nice if Charles could hold the coffin and talk a lot like he did yesterday, and even drop some pearls at the end. After all, she was so busy getting Charles drunk yesterday that she forgot to use the photography technique to record Charles' drunken look.

If Charles goes crazy again today while holding the priest's coffin, she will record Charles dropping the little pearl. That way, when Charles knows the truth someday, she can use this record to make fun of him!

Dark history is the perfect weapon to ridicule a person.

But if you miss it, you miss it.

Laceel could only sigh regretfully and asked Charles:

"Then let's go?"

Charles had no objection. He slowly retreated from the coffin to Lacie's side, then lowered his head to check his equipment.

A holy sword, some banknotes, and a few magic scrolls - that was almost all his belongings.

And of course…

Charles raised his hand and pressed the handkerchief that he kept close to his body through his clothes.

A fleeting smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.