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

It is undoubtedly wishful thinking for the Victoria Empire to use those steam armors to impact the current mage order.

unless……

Unless the craftsmen who made those steam armors, like the elves, had mastered the heritage of a lost civilization.

In this case, those steam armors might not be bulky iron cans that can be manipulated at will. They might become something quite scary - for example, after the energy is exhausted, they can suddenly sweep away the electricity and become their own ultimate decisive weapon that can chew up mages like biscuits.

But there shouldn't be that many lost civilizations, right? The steam armor produced by the Victorian Empire should just be bulky iron cans, right?

For some reason, the more Lacie thought about it, the more she felt it was hard to say.

Her homesickness had never been so strong as it was now - was Pangaea really so terrible?

She might as well go back to Earth and work overtime!

But overtime is still more terrifying than evil gods and the legacy of lost civilizations. Besides, Lacie has never had any great ideals to save the world. It is enough for her to play a hero occasionally. She can't stand a life where she has to die for others every day.

Intermittent ambition and continuous idleness.

She always does.

One hero is enough in this world.

Although the hero is lying on the hospital bed, sleeping peacefully, no one knows when he will be able to get up.

But it shouldn't take long.

After all, Charles has a strong physique and self-healing ability. I'm afraid he will be able to jump around again in two days.

As for her, it will probably take some time for the injury on her leg to heal completely. Before that, as her magic power has been severely overdrawn, she can only rely on a wheelchair to get around.

After all, she and Charles were the benefactors who helped the elves complete their rebellion, so during the days when she was recovering from her injuries, Fuvenna would take time out every day to visit her and Charles.

The same is true today.

The thick fog dissipated, and the clear sunlight once again illuminated the city-state built on the giant tree.

Everything returned to peace and tranquility, just as Rachel had witnessed when she came here many years ago.

But there are also things that have disappeared forever and are destined never to reappear.

Fuvenna pushed Laciel and walked slowly on the street, and passing elves kept greeting them.

After the disaster in Lentiheim ended, Rachel and Charles, who helped the elves, had a reputation and status that was almost as good as that of Fuvenna and Seloue.

However, Lacelle didn't care about these things, and Charles was probably the same.

One of them is a wicked witch who doesn't care about fame at all and only cares about the reward, while the other is a kind-hearted hero who will lend a hand to anyone crying.

Although the reasons are different, the performance is surprisingly consistent.

When an elf greeted her, she smiled and nodded in response. When no elf approached her, she whispered with Fuvenna behind her about the future of Lentiheim.

"After the departure of the mistress, Lentiheim is destined to no longer be able to operate as before. What are your plans regarding this?"

"There are some, but they are not mature enough. You know, perhaps for a long time to come, some of our compatriots will not be able to get used to life without Mother. After all, Mother has protected us for more than three thousand years."

Fuwenna said, shaking her head slightly:

"Mother has long been an indispensable part of our lives, and life... has inertia. Miss Witch, we children will probably need a long time to adapt to life without our mother."

"You are also an immortal, so you should understand us, right?"

She raised her head and scanned the city-state with a history of more than 3,000 years with her green eyes. Her voice became softer:

"We immortals are more or less insensitive to time and change."

"Our lifespan is so long that it is difficult to truly accept the existence of something. But once we accept it, it is even more difficult to accept losing it. Most things in the world are short-lived, just like those short-lived species will not easily feel sad for a fallen leaf..."

"To us, most of the creatures in this world are like fleeting fallen leaves."

"But Mother is not a fallen leaf. She is a tree, a giant tree that nurtured us. We, the children, have lived under her protection for more than three thousand years. Now she has withered and fallen. It may take us decades, or even hundreds of years, to accept this fact."

"not to mention……"

Fuwenna smiled bitterly and shook her head:

"Even I have never imagined how the city-state would function, how production and life would continue, and how order would be maintained if I lost my mother."

Lacey was stunned when she heard this.

She thought that this seemed to be the case. For the elves, the most troublesome thing did not seem to be the mad mistress herself, but how to decide the future of Lentiheim after killing her.

But she is not a scholar specializing in this field, so she can't give any good advice.

She could only provide the elves with any assistance other than practical help.

But Fuwenna seemed to understand this, so she quickly cheered herself up and said with a smile:

"But no matter what, this is a difficulty we must overcome. I heard that there is a saying in the outside world - 'Civilization will find a way out on its own'. I think there will always be a way, Miss Witch, after all..."

The Archon suddenly lowered her eyes and stretched out her hand.

But the thick fog that had covered the entire Lentiheim had disappeared. The mother's dream of survival had long ended. Besides...

Besides, there was no way she could touch the mist, right?

Even so, Fuwenna slowly clenched her hands, as if she had put something extremely precious into her palms, and the corners of her lips slightly curled up:

"After all, Mother left us a dream of survival, didn't she? For a civilization that is still in its infancy, that is the most precious treasure."

Lacey nodded when she heard that.

She thought that was indeed the case. Although the loving mother had left the elves, her love still protected her children.

Perhaps He had never left Lentiheim from the beginning to the end.

Miss Witch couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

But at this moment, she suddenly heard Fuwenna's slightly more cheerful voice coming from behind her:

"But instead of talking about that, why not talk about your...relationship with that brave man? Am I right?"

"The student of the Lord of the White Tower, Miss Twilight Witch—or should I call you Miss Priest, or...Rachel Charlotte?"

[To be continued]

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1/2

Fuvenna saw through Laciel's identity.

Lacie thought to herself, oh no, but on the surface she looked calm.

"Did you notice that?" She chuckled and said, "I thought you didn't notice it."

"How could I not notice it?" Fuwenna said helplessly, "Although I don't know much about the situation outside, there must not be many people named 'Rachel'."

She paused, sighed, looked at the profile of the girl in the wheelchair, and continued:

"Coincidentally, I still remember the student of the Lord of the White Tower. Her name is exactly the same as Mr. Ciel's late lover, the priest in the Brave Squad."

"Besides, we have met once before, but when you introduced yourself to me, you only mentioned your title as a witch, not your name..."

At this point, the curiosity of the Archon seemed to be aroused, so she couldn't help asking:

"Ms. Rachel, what is your relationship with Mr. Charles?"

This is a very good question, but it’s a pity that Laciel doesn’t intend to give a direct answer.

She responded vaguely:

"Our relationship is more complicated. It's a bit complicated. Those who understand will understand, but those who don't understand won't understand even if I tell them."

Of course, Fuwenna understood that this was not convenient to disclose.

In that case, she stopped asking questions, but a strange and meaningful expression appeared on her face.

Lacie was sitting in a wheelchair, not daring to turn her head, but she had already guessed what the Governor was thinking through Fuvenna's silence.

"She definitely thinks I'm having an affair with Ciel!"

Although they really have an affair.

But the relationship between them was pure. At most, they would just get together to drink. After getting drunk, they would put their arms around each other's shoulders, you supported me and I supported you back, and they thought of each other as good brothers who were willing to risk their lives for each other.

She wanted to tell Fuwenna that men’s friendship is as strong as diamond!

It’s a pity that what Lacie said now is really not convincing.

Her thin arms and legs, her soft and fragrant body, her smooth and shiny silver hair, her delicate facial features like a doll...

She treated Charles as a brother, but Charles might ask her with a serious face, saying, "Brother, turn around, there is something urgent."

Then she would be successful if she didn't get stuffed into a cream puff.

Lacele didn't think that Fuvenna would believe her if she said that there was nothing between her and Charles. If that was the case, she simply didn't want to explain and let Fuvenna imagine it.

Just pay attention to one thing -

"Sister Fuwenna!" Lacie suddenly turned her head and raised her little face to the Archon, showing a well-behaved expression and acting cute, "Don't tell Charles that I am actually a priest, okay?"

Upon hearing this, Fuwenna had no intention of using this opportunity to find out the truth.

Instead, she nodded politely.

This time, it was Lacier who was a little surprised:

"You actually agreed so readily?"

"What else?" Fuwenna was a little confused when she heard it. "If you don't want to say it, you must have your reasons. I respect your opinion."

"..."

Lacie was actually a little ashamed.

What difficulties could she have?

She just didn't want to be liquidated or be bullied. If you insist, after the elves paid her and Charles, the debt that Charles owed her was almost repaid. On the other hand, her deceiving Charles and making him regret for the rest of his life seemed even more unforgivable.

At this time, if Charles knew the truth, what would he do to her?

Lacey didn't even dare to think about it.

So she laughed guiltily twice, and then answered in a low voice:

"Anyway... please don't mention this to Ciel... I don't want him to know that I'm a pastor..."

Although she had already revealed her identity to Charles.

But Charles didn't believe it. Perhaps in Charles' eyes, even she could not compare with the pastor lady?

It is human nature to embellish our memories.

Just like when you feel an era is romantic, that era is often over. People like Charles would rather believe that the pastor lady is dead than believe that she is impersonating the pastor lady.

Even though Lacquer could almost be said to be playing herself in the role.

As the saying goes, if you want to deceive others, you must first deceive yourself.

In order to avoid revealing her flaws, she even used a spell to hypnotize herself and blocked part of her memory. After all, she would never have dreamed that before the truth was revealed, Charles would come to her and ask her to help revive the priest.

So what Charles loved was actually her, not a fabricated, false personality.

It’s just that the filter of memory is too terrible, or rather, Lacie herself didn’t expect that the impression she left on Charles would be so good.

Could she be the legendary congenitally bad woman saint?

Loss thief.

Lacey felt a little proud.

But at this moment, she suddenly heard Fuwenna behind her say:

"Is it really okay to keep it a secret like this? Mr. Charles will probably know the truth sooner or later. Miss Rachel, why don't you tell him the truth now?"

Lacey thought to herself, it’s not you who got punched, and does that guy really look stupid?