Mystery: The Fool's Witch Angel

Under the sky covered with thick dark clouds and flashes of lightning, there was a figure with thick red hair suspended. Each hair tip was a human face. They were so pale that they were so beautiful and charming.

Below are the ruined villages and mountains. The water flow that appears from nowhere keeps piling up, causing the remains of the houses to rotate around countless whirlpools in the water. Tornadoes that are enough to destroy everything are constantly generated and surrounding them.

She turned her head, and the evil light on her face made it difficult to see her original face clearly, and her skin became somewhat transparent. The light blue eyes reflected the distorted and changing illusory space, and there were twisted and terrifying figures in every space, instead of everything outside that had been destroyed.

"Are you so afraid of yourself? Coward."

Hermione woke up from the bed, holding her hands on both sides, letting the scattered red hair cover her. This was the message she read from her mouth, that was herself, the self she had never dared to face.

She seemed to be thinking of something again. The girl riding the horse with her seemed to be shouting. Hermione held her head and didn't think about it again.

The latter part is a warning to myself. Will there be danger? Besides me, there are other people looking for Swan Castle? Spiritual intuition is unerring.

'I really didn't show mercy to myself at all. I was indeed a coward, afraid of losing. '

After sitting there for a while, Hermione got up and left the bed. With her disheveled hair, she startled Helen who also opened the door to the bathroom opposite and came to the bathroom.

The morning light coming from the window hit the light red hair, which was a little more crystal clear, and it looked like it was covered with a ball of fire.

Helen, who couldn't move her eyes away, was a little envious of the person in front of her. Her hair was just lighter in flaxen color, and her appearance was not very good, and she had some freckles, so she was called an ugly red-haired girl. She became the person who was teased in campus life. If she hadn't been strong in her heart, she wouldn't have been able to do it. academics.

Those people should really come and take a look at the girl in front of them and see the real red hair, instead of causing trouble all day long for their flaxen hair.

"You go ahead and use it, I'll comb your hair first."

"Austin, you are so beautiful."

Helen leaned against the door and started looking. Hermione also realized that she had accidentally forgotten to restrain herself and turned back in embarrassment. Helen felt her consciousness falling, suddenly woke up, and subconsciously touched her hair.

"It's so shameful that I actually have jealous thoughts. Lord of knowledge! Please let the light wash my heart."

After praying, Helen went into the bathroom to wash up and tidy up.

Hermione combed her hair and continued to tie it up. Compared with braiding or long hair, it was better to have her hair in a way. Whether she was wearing a hat or fighting, it would not be easy for her hair to be disheveled.

After washing up, she changed out of her nightgown and put on today's outfit, a high-waisted long skirt with a lace tie shirt tied around her waist, a jacket and tulle hat, and then went out to visit Ellie next door. Shah. Now that you’ve seen it all, you can’t just ignore it.

Inside, she was still sleeping soundly. The quilt that had fallen to her chest was held in her hands, and the hair from her nightcap had escaped. Her expression was still a little nervous, and there were light lines between her brows.

After confirming that there was no problem, Hermione left the place and closed the door, so that she could come in without having to explain why it was locked. She didn't want to be labeled as a housebreaker, otherwise the first thing she would think of when encountering similar things in the future would be herself.

The next step is to observe Edmund Winter. There is something wrong with this guy's brain and he cannot communicate. Is it the influence of the rainbow color in his middle?

It was because of this that he was able to let Swan Castle come to him and enter, which was equivalent to setting a mark. My mirror world replacement failed to capture that dot that doesn't seem to exist. Is it a very high level?

Praying to the Fool should be able to handle it, in case it is a ticket to enter...

Thinking of this, Hermione decided to watch this Edmund Winter first, and deal with him directly if something unexpected happened.

In the room directly behind the church, Anna and Apfel had already finished breakfast there. Helen, who was in a hurry, obviously did not adapt to the rhythm of the church.

After saying a few words to them, saying "good morning" and so on, I left here. Church services or masses have fixed times. If it is not necessary, there is no need to get up early every day to wait.

Except for some devout believers who were already praying to the Holy Emblem of Knowledge, there were basically not many people in front. Father Brandt was also standing there. Hermione sighed that he had so much energy that his former self couldn't get up until 9 o'clock if he didn't sleep.

"Father Brandt, I'm going to the lake house."

After saying hello, Hermione left the church directly and walked onto the road by the river yesterday. From time to time, a carriage pulling goods passed by, and the already narrow road had to be constantly avoided. Hermione almost wanted to walk to the guardrail.

Compared with the main road that has to circle around inside, it is indeed much faster to cross here.

The municipal urban planning personnel are not good enough. If they put in a few stone piers, they will not be able to come. Hermione complained a few words, causing people who walked here in the morning to avoid her from time to time, and her good mood was also ruined.

When we returned to the forest on the shore, there was a different policeman guarding him, not one of the two policemen from yesterday.

Hermione directly explained to him that she was a researcher sent by the church, and she obtained the past qualifications.

The straight spruce branches spread out, and the yellowish leaves are still stubbornly stuck on the tree, as slender as needles. The morning light shines through the remaining mist between them creating a beautiful Tyndall effect.

The calm lake surface also has a few rippling blue waves, and the golden light is reflected, like scales under the light. Edmund Winter didn't know when he leveled the grassy area opposite his wooden house. He moved a few stones and sat here, facing the lake, holding a long wooden stick in his hand. At the end was A slender weed.

Is this fishing? What are you still doing?

He immediately confused Hermione. She saw that the grass was caught in the crack of the wooden stick and fell off as soon as she pulled it.

"What are you doing? Drawing?"

After walking next to him, Hermione also looked at the scenery in front of her. On the other side of the lake were the rooms of small town residents. On the shore were evergreen broad-leaved forests, and there were also ginkgo trees that had turned golden.

The calm lake surface reflected all the scenery above. Coupled with the rising sun, it was a beautiful morning. She couldn't help but store this beautiful scenery directly through the reflected lake surface.

"I was confronting a terrifying being. His hair was disheveled, his expression was distorted, and his appearance was similar to that of a beautiful human woman. Although the light emitted made people unable to see clearly, there was no way he could deceive me. I saw him Ugliness inside and evil thoughts.”

Hearing this, Hermione warned herself not to take the position. After all, ordinary people would have died violently when they saw their mythical creature form. That would still be the same as the current conclusion.

"What about me? Aren't you going to say something?"

Edmund Winter turned his head and looked at Hermione. His beard and hair like withered grass almost covered his entire face. The strange thing is that he is not too dirty and has no bad smell.