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

She quickly remembered that she had indeed seen it.

As they left the Sea of ​​Forest, Charles smiled in exactly the same way.

——It was heavy at first, and then suddenly became light.

She didn't understand it at that time, but now she suddenly realized it.

It's liberation.

It was a smile of relief.

He missed her.

He...wanted to find her.

Charles is begging for death!

From the beginning to the end, Charles, who had never believed that there was magic in the world that could resurrect the dead, had been longing for the arrival of death!

That's why he gave up leaving here with her temporarily and went to ask for help from the White Tower, because he had already decided to sacrifice himself here!

Fuwenna had promised them that as long as they helped Lentiheim disobey his mistress, she would pay them a large reward in the end, regardless of success or failure.

And that reward was enough for her to create another priest, or even rebuild a new plane teleportation array.

After thinking this through, Lacie suddenly felt a little breathless.

But she thought of another point——

Why did Ciel choose to die now, rather than commit suicide beforehand when he knew that no one could resurrect the dead?

Because she once said.

After she disguised herself as a priest and blocked the knife for Charles, when she lay dying in Charles' arms, in order to leave Charles with a deep and unforgettable memory, she said to Charles:

"I have never liked you, so after I die, you must not be sad for me."

The priest wants Charles to live well.

So he obeyed and lived a good life.

--until today.

He finally found a suitable opportunity to die happily.

[To be continued]

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29. Please go

Lacey dropped her little pearl.

Tears were like beads that had broken off the string, and I couldn't stop them.

This is so embarrassing.

She didn't want Charles to see her like this, so she began to wipe away her tears desperately.

But it was of no use. For some reason, even though she wasn't that sad, she just couldn't control herself.

"what about me?"

Lacey thought while crying.

What if Charles died? Fuwenna, who promised to give them a large reward, has disappeared. What if those pointy-eared people turn against them?

Charles couldn't die. She had to continue collecting materials with him. Charles still owed her a debt. She...

She didn't want Ciel to die.

Lacier, who was crying loudly, sniffed and tried to calm down, then asked in a voice that was obviously filled with tears:

"But...but! Didn't the pastor leave you a will before he died, asking... asking you to live well?!"

Charles stopped again.

He turned his head and looked at Rachel, who was sobbing and even hiccuping comically. He was silent for a moment and replied in a low voice:

"I will apologize to her personally...if she is willing to forgive me."

So he walked forward again.

Lacele suddenly realized that she had no way to keep Charles.

Because to Charles, she was just a creditor.

The relationship between them was not close enough, the bond was not deep enough, and even if she used her identity as a creditor to force Charles, Charles would only tell her that after this matter was over, she would get enough compensation from the elves to compensate for her losses.

So it seems that she can only act like a rogue.

Rachel stared at Charles with her tearful eyes and shouted:

"I command you to come back!"

So the master-servant contract they had signed earlier came into effect.

Charles paused temporarily—but only temporarily, because he soon used forbidden magic to offset the effect of the master-servant contract on him.

He was once again on the road to death.

Lacey's last resort also failed.

But this may not be her last resort.

She still had a way - another way she wasn't sure whether she should use.

But now is not the time to hesitate.

"For the reward, for the materials, for a little money..."

Lacie recited these words silently, as if brainwashing herself, then she took out her wand and cast the spells of disguise and change of clothes.

So, she changed from a witch to a priest.

Then, she took a breath and called out to the hero in a priest's voice:

"Ciel!"

The hero suddenly stopped.

He stood there in a daze, as if he couldn't believe his ears. He slowly turned his head and looked at Lacie.

What came into his sight was his lost love.

She has blonde hair, green eyes, a petite figure, often wears a simple white dress, and always has a lively smile on her face.

Although she is crying now.

Ciel's expression froze.

Lacele saw the change in his expression and felt that she had finally stopped Charles this time.

Then she said to Charles:

"I'm not actually dead."

She even wanted to tell Charles that the pastor was actually her in disguise, so the person he loved had always been with him and never left.

But she saw that Charles' expression suddenly regained its calm.

"Is it you?" he said, "Master?"

The man's reaction was completely different from what Rachel had imagined.

She had thought that when Charles found out the truth, he would settle accounts with her out of anger, or hug her and laugh and cry at the same time.

But Ciel was too calm, so calm that it was a little... abnormal.

She didn't know what was going on, so she could only nod and admit nervously:

"It's me. I'm pretending..."

But as soon as she said this, Charles interrupted her.

"Please don't joke about this."

The man's tone was extremely cold. He had never spoken to Lacie in such a tone, no matter whether she was a witch or a priest.

Lacey was stunned.

Charles realized that his emotions were out of control, so he shook his head gently and drove those inappropriate emotions out of his brain.

Then he looked at Laciel.

"Thank you."

he whispered.

Rachel seemed to have not realized what was happening, or rather, she had actually realized the truth, but she didn't want to believe it.

But whether she wants to believe it or not, the truth is there——

Charles turned around again and said without looking back:

"Thank you for pretending to be Rachel in order to keep me here."

Lacie couldn't help biting her lip.

really.

Just like the elf mistress, perhaps Charles had also gone crazy. Even if she told him the truth, he would not be willing to believe it.

He only insisted that his lover had died in his arms, and she...

She was just a fake, well-meaning "friend" who was trying to win back his lover by pretending to be his lover.

No, maybe not even friends.

It should be said that he is just a creditor.

After realizing this fact, Lacie suddenly felt a little sad—even though she had just cried so hard, she was not this sad.

But why?

Could it be that she...

Is she really in love with Charles?

Could it be that during the three years she spent with Charles pretending to be a priest, she had quietly gotten used to life with Charles around?

She won't admit it!

How could she fall in love with Charles?

Thinking of this, she clutched the collar of her white dress, making messy creases on the neat fabric.

Then, calming herself, she said to Charles:

"I did dress up as a priest, but have you ever thought that the priest you know might actually be me in disguise?"

Charles still didn't look back.

He just whispered:

"No, you are you, and Lace is Lace. I know the difference very well."

Laceel almost laughed.

She suddenly felt a sense of pleasure in revenge.

She thought to herself, really? How confident he is, my brave man, to say such a thing with such confidence...

Rachel had a thousand ways to prove that she was a pastor.

She knew Charles' birthday, that his favorite color was black, that he would eat almost anything except a spice called Creand, and that his XP was that Baisi liked her legs the most and she had even often peeked at them before.

When two armies go to war, intelligence is often the key to victory or defeat.

Facing Charles, who was leaking air like a sieve, she simply didn't know how she could lose.

But Charles suddenly walked back towards her.

Lacey was dumbfounded.

She thought to herself, our two armies are engaged in a war of words, not physical combat, so why are you coming over now?