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

To this end, Rachel made up an almost perfect false identity for herself - a pastor named Rachel Charlotte, and her house still has the clothes she wore when she pretended to be a pastor.

Of course, she ordered Charles to take a shower not only because she had a mild mysophobia, but more to get Charles away so as to destroy the evidence.

After all, magic is not omnipotent.

As luck would have it, just as Lacele had hidden all the evidence, Charles knocked on the door at the right moment.

"Tuk-tuk-tuk-"

Then, Charles said outside the door:

"I'm done with my shower."

Lacey took one last quick look around the room to make sure there was no evidence she had missed, then she breathed a sigh of relief and walked over to open the door.

Outside the door was a brand new Charles.

To be honest, Charles looked okay. Although he was not very handsome, he was at least pleasing to the eye. He was tall and strong, and he had a reliable personality and powerful martial arts... Although Lacie was not interested in men at all, she had to admit that perhaps in the eyes of many girls, the hero in front of her might be a very good love candidate.

During the three years that she had followed Charles disguised as a priest, she had witnessed girls confessing their love to him more than once, including noble ladies and even a princess from a certain country.

But they were all rejected by Charles.

At that time, she was gloating. After all, Charles was a man whom she couldn't conquer, so how could those girls succeed?

That's exactly what happened.

The one who finally conquered Charles was none other than her—the pastor lady she pretended to be.

But now that the priest is dead, the dead white moonlight is the most difficult to let go of. Lacie believes that no girl will ever be able to enter Charles' heart again in the future.

The brave man is destined to be single for life!

She was so happy when she thought about it.

But she told herself that she must be reserved and must not let the brave man see any relationship between her and the dead priest.

So she quickly frowned, raised her head, looked up at Charles who was a whole head taller than her, and said in a cold voice:

"come in."

Charles looked a little embarrassed, but he still followed Lacie into the witch's lair.

Lacey made her little nest quite cozy and tidy.

After all, she lives here every day, and she has a slight obsession with cleanliness, so of course she won't let her little nest become a messy doghouse.

Charles, on the other hand, was the exact opposite of her.

When she was pretending to be a priest, she often had to clean up Charles's house.

Obviously, that guy is perfect as a hero, but as an ordinary person he is extremely sloppy.

If she hadn't helped Charles clean up regularly, Charles's doghouse would have been filled with garbage long ago.

But every time she complained about Charles's unhygienic behavior, Charles would insist that his room was a bit messy, but in fact the mess was in a regular pattern and he could usually get what he wanted by just stretching out his hand.

Every time Lacie heard this, she couldn't help but want to punch him twice.

She even threatened Charles more than once, saying that if he made his room so messy again, she would not help him clean next time.

But even if she said that, a few days later, when she went to Charles' room again, it would still be as messy as a doghouse.

In the end, when she could no longer bear it, she would still help Charles clean up the room while scolding him - this situation had happened countless times, but Charles still did not change his bad habits.

He even enjoyed it.

Lace knew that in Charles' eyes, she must be a tsundere who said she disliked others but was honest with her body. However, Charles didn't know that high-end hunters usually appeared as prey.

She is not a tsundere.

She was pretending to be like that - to make Charles fall in love with her completely.

Over the course of three years, she gradually integrated into the life of the hero and left an indelible mark on it.

She turned herself into a hero's habit, becoming a greeting in the morning, a good night before going to bed, a cup of hot tea that would be automatically refilled from time to time, an object of laughter, anger and bickering on weekdays, and a good brother who would drink with her until she was drunk when she was sad.

Laciel knew that sooner or later she would leave the hero.

Then, at that time, the hero will suddenly realize on a normal day, with tears streaming down his face -

Because at that time, Charles will find that her shadow is everywhere in his life.

He can no longer live without her.

This way, she could enjoy the hero's grief-stricken expression with satisfaction.

However, to be honest, when she first joined the brave team, she had never made such a plan. At that time, she was only thinking about making the brave regret her for the rest of her life.

In the end, no one knew what happened, but inexplicably, the relationship between her and the hero became like this.

For a while, Rachel tried to figure out why, but she soon gave up trying.

Anyway, this will only benefit her plan and not harm it, so why not do it.

So naturally, she began to feel that she was probably born to do this.

Am I really born a bad woman?

Lacielle thought proudly, but sat down on the rattan chair calmly, and then called to Charles:

"Don't just stand there like an idiot. Find a place to sit too."

"……Oh."

Charles responded and obediently found a rattan chair to sit down.

He seemed quite uncomfortable, sitting upright as if he was being inspected, not relaxing at all.

Lacie almost burst out laughing.

It seems that this guy is still the same - who would have thought that the famous brave man is actually a social phobic and is particularly afraid of being alone with the opposite sex.

After all, he is a pure little virgin, it's understandable, it's understandable.

Rachel, overjoyed, pretended not to notice Charles's embarrassment and asked in a serious tone:

"So, you came to me this time not to compensate me for my losses, but to revive your team's pastor, your lover, the girl named Rachel Charlotte?"

Charles, who didn't know where to put his hands just now, instantly forgot about the embarrassment when he heard this.

He nodded and answered quickly:

"That's right, Miss Witch, do you have a way to revive her?"

He was very anxious. Lacie thought to herself, of course I know you are very anxious, but don't be anxious first, let me be anxious first.

So she slowly picked up the cup in front of her and drank a sip of tea, then said leisurely:

"I do have a way to revive her..."

When he heard her say that, Charles' eyes lit up immediately.

However, some people were so happy too early that they didn't hear the voice that Lacie deliberately stretched out.

"——But," Rachel continued, "but why should I help you?"

She put down her teacup and crossed her legs deliberately.

Miss Witch has a flexible dressing aesthetic.

When pretending to be a priest beside the hero, in order to make herself look more like a priest, she mostly wore long skirts with bare legs, and occasionally she might change into white silk to match her clothes.

When she was no longer with the hero and became a witch again, she changed back into her usual outfit, a dress with slightly transparent black stockings, which made her look coquettish and charming, like a black rose in full bloom.

Now she crossed her legs, raised her little face, squinted her eyes, and smiled, revealing a cunning expression like a fox. The black stockings were smooth and attractive, and the hem of her skirt was draped over her legs, just half covering her, mysterious and seductive. The black lace brought out her porcelain-white skin, which was as delicate as a baby's. Her long silver hair fell and meandered like flowing water.

Then, the witch stared at the hero's eyes, raised the corners of her lips, and deliberately provoked:

"You offended me and didn't even pay me back, yet you still want me to help you... People can have dreams, but they shouldn't be in the daytime."

But the hero who was mocked by her for daydreaming did not get angry at all. He was silent for a moment and then asked:

"So what do you want in exchange for helping me?"

Laceier guessed what the hero would say, so she shook her head deliberately with a regretful expression:

"You asked me what I would do to help you? Then you should at least find a way to get the compensation for the last incident. If you can't even pay the compensation, how can I trust you?"

But she knew that Charles could not afford the compensation, because Charles had always been very poor, and almost all of the wages he earned were used to help the poor. The only property he had was only enough for him to barely maintain a normal life.

When he was still in the Brave Team, Charles would often ask her for meals.

Sure enough, when Charles heard that Laceline wanted compensation, he looked embarrassed.

"I... I have no money," he said, "and the materials you want me to compensate for are too expensive... I can't afford them."

This was also within Lacie's expectations - how could the poor hero afford the loss? You know, she had been considered wealthy enough to rival a country many years ago. However, in order to construct the plane-traveling magic circle, she ended up becoming a poor witch like Charles, who could only eat instant noodles every day.

But it doesn't matter. Although Charles has no money, but...

"But you still have this body and this life, don't you?" Lacey's eyes swept across the hero teasingly, "The hero's life is valuable, so you can use your life to pay off the debt."

Then, she took out something she had prepared long ago - a contract, and she slapped the contract in front of Charles.

"You should know what this is," she said.

Ciel subconsciously picked up the contract and glanced at it briefly, then froze:

"Is this... a master-servant contract?"

"Yes."

Rachel gave Charles a wicked yet playful smile, stood up, leaned over, pointed at the contract with her finger, and said:

"How about this? As long as you sign this contract and sell yourself to me, I will help you revive your lover."

As she spoke, she winked at Charles with her left eye:

"I've given you this opportunity, so don't neglect it."

[To be continued]

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Woohoo, please collect it

5. Be more cautious

Faced with the witch's threat, Charles was in a dilemma.

He hesitated for a long time before saying:

"Is it necessary to sign a master-servant contract?"

The witch opposite him nodded decisively:

"of course."

"Even if I swear to complete the task you assign to me?"

"But you swore last time that you would compensate me for my losses, but now I still have nothing."

"..."

Charles was speechless.

He could only sit there awkwardly, trying to form his words, trying to tell the witch that he was not so untrustworthy.

What can he do? He is also desperate.

Because he was indeed a poor guy, and the spell materials that the witch asked him to compensate were ridiculously expensive. Although as a hero, his head was still worth some money in the eyes of the demons, but even if he was sold, it might not be enough to raise enough compensation.

But no matter what, he would never give up on resurrecting Lacie.

In desperation, he had to ask tentatively:

"Then...how many years is the term of the master-servant contract?"

"From now on," the witch stretched out a slender finger and stroked from her body to Ciel's, "until you die."