Mystery: The Fool's Witch Angel

Hermione followed Father Brandt across the square and walked along the road along the river. The trees on both sides used their yellowish leaves to block the orange sunset. There were old and simple stone bridges at intervals in the middle, which made the scenery more beautiful. Hermione felt like she was living in a small bridge.

There is a small lake below the river flow, which should be the destination of this trip.

On both sides, there were some people returning home after resting in the square in front of the church, mostly women and children.

A family who originally planned to walk across the stone bridge also stopped there waiting for the two of them to come forward.

A woman wearing a pink dress and a flat hat with flowers was already waiting to speak.

She was followed by a servant, a girl who was shorter than her, and a boy who was wearing a yellow bubble skirt that only reached waist high and was wearing a tie suit. He grabbed the woman's hand and looked at her curiously.

"Father Brandt, we would like to invite you to dinner tonight to thank you for your enlightenment."

"Okay, I will arrive on time. Thank you for the invitation, Lady Catherine."

After saying that, the woman looked at Hermione a few more times, then bowed and left. Several people around her also looked at her a few more times.

"She was Catherine Ernst, the wife of Garcia Town Administrator Carl Ernst, and those two were her children."

"thanks for your introduction."

Hermione, who didn't know how to answer, said this directly. She came here just for Swan Castle, and no one else could do anything about it.

Father Brandt introduced her to the town residents she met along the way. He seemed to have a very good relationship with them, unlike his silent temperament.

The river merged into the lake, and Hermione saw the hut in the forest on the side without houses. Two policemen sat outside looking at the scenery boredly. Seeing Father Brandt coming, he quickly stood up and paid tribute.

After saying hello, the two came to the wooden house near the lake, where the sound of sawing and friction could be heard.

Hermione turned to the front of the door and saw a man with a beard and hair as disheveled as a chicken coop. He was tinkering with a few logs and a hand saw.

The brown coat on his body was old and dirty, and his loose pants also had many cracks. You could see a pair of blackened white silk pants inside, and the uppers of his boots were wrapped with a few rags.

"Some vain Brandt, what do you want to ask this time? I am building a boat and I still lack some tools."

"You can ask the police guarding you for it and they will provide it to you if it makes sense."

"I asked those two hypocritical guys and they ignored me."

Edmund Winter pulled out a bunch of vines from the wooden house, threw the hand saw aside, and sat down to weave the rope, his eyes never leaving there.

"As long as you are still in the secular world, these desires are inevitable, but even if you tell me, you will still be like this."

"Do you think this ship can swim in the sea of ​​clouds? Can it cross the world and reach its destination? I think it still needs something, such as a sail. In that case, we have to make a main pole. Which spruce is better? It’s too small here.”

After Edmund Winter finished speaking, he put down the knotted vines in his hands and picked up the hand saw to cut up the waist-high weeds on the shore. Some of the long, yellow and slender weeds quickly piled up into a small pile.

"Hey, you also saw that he is like this. I don't want to talk to him about the Lord of knowledge and wisdom, because I'm afraid I won't be able to control myself and shoot him to death." Brandt was a little helpless.

"I understand, let me do it."

Hermione had been looking here for a while like air, and that Edmund Winter seemed to have forgotten her.

This was one of the few moments in Hermione's life that she couldn't turn around. If only everyone were like him, those witches wouldn't be able to seduce people.

"Are you going to weave a rope from grass, hang it on a hook, and crawl over to your destination?"

"No, I want to hook into the clouds. There is the eternity I pursue."

After receiving the reply, Hermione went back to watch him and ran to the lake to fish for something. Edmund Winter seemed to have nothing on his body, and his spirit body was darker in color. Could it be that he was hiding?

A lump of mud was thrown directly at Hermione's face. It quickly condensed into ice cubes and fell to the ground. Father Brandt avoided it as expected and looked at Ed who returned to the door of the cabin and was talking to himself. Mond.

"Where did it go? I was holding it in my hand just now. Is it lost?"

"Here, give it back to you."

Hermione manipulated the spider silk and threw the piece of sludge ice back in front of him. Edmund picked it up and ate it nonchalantly. He flipped through the non-existent book with his other hand, like a sleepless student. Same.

"Aren't you going to say something? Like thank you or something."

"Is there another one? Those people will probably be very happy when they go to bed at night, because they have another person to sleep with in their dreams. You are simply the rancid sludge and the deepest sin in people's hearts."

Edmund looked up disdainfully at Hermione who asked her, and stood up, as if he was scolding a priest who betrayed his followers.

"It seems you haven't realized your sin yet." He looked at Hermione for a while before suddenly retreating and falling to the ground in horror.

"Please forgive me, I actually tried to negotiate a deal with the devil. No matter how beautiful the appearance is, it can't cover up the ugliness and filth under the skin. The alluring fragrance is simply stinky, like the filthy odor accumulated in the sewer. I can't Imagining that my eyes, breath, ears, and chest are all filled with these things, I feel like my soul is already decaying."

Looking at Edmund Winter who kept confessing to himself, if it weren't for his usefulness, Hermione would have wanted to shoot him to death. Everyone is drunk and you are alone, right?

"Please forgive everyone here! None of them are sinless, and no one needs forgiveness. Whether it is flowers, plants, trees, birds, animals, insects, unborn children, or people who breathe stinky odors, they all need forgiveness. .”

Edmund opened his hands in a hugging gesture and closed his eyes, as if he were an angel descending to the world.

Then he was kicked out by Hermione, the angel walking on earth in front of him, and fainted on the ground, with a hint of intoxication on his expression.

"Things raised by demons, insane."

"It's great that you have endured this for so long. If there were a few ordinary people here, they would probably be blaming each other."

"He must have been affected by something. That's why he is like this. He can't see clearly, so he can only give a general idea in vague terms. Is it possible that you are going to the banquet tonight because of these nonsense?"

Father Brandt was a little helpless, "You should understand that these are the unspoken rules of couples. It is important to maintain a good relationship on the surface. This person comes here and tells people that they have devils in their hearts. It is not easy to survive until now." .”

"Let me do some divination."

Father Brandt watched as Hermione took out a translucent ice mirror from nowhere and came to the fallen Edmund Winter. The finely carved ice mirror was suspended above him, inside The screen starts to appear.

The first half of his life was normal. He lived in a local Aboriginal family in Stuttgart. He had parents, younger brothers and sisters at home. He grew up safely and went to the seminary to study.