Mystery: The Fool's Witch Angel

In the dim stone-carved room, the three people who abandoned Edward Anhalt's body appeared in the candlelight. They wore thick hoods, and the shadows looked like a desert, exuding desolation.

A little boy, Schiller, appeared on the opposite side. His immature face has been cleaned and looks a little calmer, and his pupils show the vicissitudes of life he has experienced for a long time.

"Who would have thought that the President of the Universal Association is a child, President Schiller, how can I help you?" A joking voice sounded, and then poured it back, shaking off the thick dust on the surrounding stone carvings.

"Who would have thought that the president of the Resuscitation Society is someone else? No, I shouldn't say he is a human being." A young and powerful voice sounded, and Schiller did not fall behind when facing the three of them.

"Stop talking nonsense. Although we all have our own masters, there is no need to fight for life or death. Peace brings wealth. What can I do for you?"

"Are you interested in Swan Castle? There is a good chance that you can go in. There are traces left by the last great beings there."

"There sleeps the 'truth' arranged by our Lord. You know we can't refuse it. Those damn false gods want to collect our things even after they die. Tell me, what do you want?"

"As long as I want her, I will take out the Holy Sound Conch myself."

The three men took the portrait and laughed. "I didn't expect President Schiller to know how to fall in love. She is a very beautiful girl. No problem. As long as you have that seed of truth, we can help you without endangering your own safety."

"You should be careful. She is a Sequence 2 angel. Although her divinity has been suppressed, she is not something you can face. It is best not to get close to her."

"No wonder you choose to cooperate with us and have the courage to face difficulties. I admire you very much for how dare you pay attention to these levels. Remember to invite us to the recovery club when you hold the wedding. We can raise enough money even if we sell everything. . If I didn’t have some things to do, I would have found a beautiful girl to marry here.”

The hooded figure in the middle chattered endlessly, and Schiller listened as usual, without any change in his expression.

"She should be in Garcia Town now, and Swan Castle should be there. Let's prepare. By the way, we'll get rid of those uninvited guests. It's best to kill them."

"It's a bit difficult. We just got into big trouble. The old guy is chasing us. Let's go around and come back later."

"Well, remember not to get close. Her instincts are very scary."

"Needless to say, we all know that those guys are no longer human. I will let the people lurking there find a reason to leave. This investment in the Anhalt family is really a big loss. I doubt whether you are your girlfriend What the hell, she was just heading to Garcia, where most of my guys are gone."

"Don't say that. She is not and does not like to be called that. The group of people from the Knowledge Church are all in that area, and her presence or absence will not affect the final result."

"President Schiller, you should be more sensible. Don't give in silently and get nothing in the end. You should understand that maintaining yourself like us is the greatest gift. Don't be dazzled."

"Let's not talk about this anymore. Let's talk about the time and details. Just deal with her counterattack the moment you enter."

Schiller briefly broached the topic and discussed the follow-up arrangements with the somewhat distracted voice on the other side.

Behind the Garcia Church, after the meeting and chatting, Hermione returned to the room to take a shower and rest. She put on a simple gray nightgown and fell on the bed, stretching her limbs to release the fatigue she had left.

The conversation we had just had with the people here deepened our understanding of each other, especially Hermione's eloquent explanation of how beautiful the moonlight was, and then brought up the topic of how to use the environment to express love, which made everyone recognize her knowledge and think that this A friend worth communicating with.

The underground couple whom she had spotted didn't even talk to each other, and they just said a few words to cover up their embarrassment. Naturally, I won't meddle in other people's business and expose it.

There was a slight sound of collision and struggle. She quickly opened her eyes and jumped through the reflective surface to the next room in the blink of an eye.

Something happened to Alyssa, who was brought back by Father Brandt. She had her brown hair hanging loose, and she was hanging in the air in the gray dress she had changed into, with her feet sliding continuously.

Hermione cut off the cloth and caught her underneath. Her pale, scarred face was filled with tears. She hugged Hermione directly, buried her head in hers and cried loudly, her body shaking uncontrollably.

Holding Alyssa in her arms, she also sat beside the bed. The quilt cover had been taken out, and it was probably hanging on it. Next to it were neatly folded clothes on the chair.

"Cry it out, don't hold it in."

Hermione used the little experience she had learned in coaxing children to comfort Elisa, as if Elisa and the others were strong and mature, caring more and never cried.

Gloor has Royce to act like a spoiled child, and if she doesn't make others cry, it will be fine. But she coaxed a lot of adults, and she didn't know if the one she coaxed last time was still there, and she felt sad thinking about it.

"Just say whatever you want. Maybe I can give you some advice."

Hermione was trying to act like a mother, but her youthful appearance made her lose that brilliance. At least she had to recover a little bit before she could use her ageless ability to adjust her age and corresponding appearance.

"I'm so scared. When I close my eyes, the image of Mr. Ren doing that to me will appear. I'm afraid of the dark and afraid of closing my eyes. I really can't stand it, so please let me go."

Alyssa curled up and got into Hermione's arms, her hands on her back tightly clasped together.

Hermione pulled up her gray nightgown and saw the scars underneath. Some were still bright red, some were purple and black, and there were many scratches.

The fist in your hand hardened instantly. No matter what you control, since you can see it, this is the fate of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom.

"Then beat him back and follow me. Once you're done crying, it's time for revenge."

Hermione smoothed her nightgown, put it on the bed, sat down, put on the black coat and buttoned it up, and did the same for her.

Wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes, I realized that she was a little panicked and scared.

"Miss, I didn't mean to say anything random. Please don't go."

Alyssa was a little scared. She didn't know the person in front of her at all except that she had just met him once. Would this affect her? Or if you know Ren, what should you do if you take him back?

"If you want to fight Ren En, then listen to me."

Hermione's confident words and strong aura quickly dispelled her doubts and gave her a little more hope. Then, unexpectedly, he was picked up and disappeared into the night.

Under the dim crimson moonlight, Hermione followed the divination guidance and came to a beautiful and spacious manor. Most of the lights on the four-story square castle-like building in the middle had been turned off.

She shielded Alyssa's eyes along the way and stepped on the tips of leaves to reach the window of the master living room on the third floor. There was still a faint light from the desk lamp inside, and Ren, who was somewhat fat, could be seen giving a lesson with a ferocious expression. holding a woman.

"I am your husband, and you should protect me, not those slaves. Now that there is no one, you who have done something wrong will take my place. It's boring if you can't beat me. If you do this again next time, I won't be able to do it. I won’t be merciful, and I have to make you remember it well tonight.”