I'm really a witch

The objector coughed twice when he finished speaking, which shows how excited his heart was.

Circe's words were so frightened back into his stomach, he almost jumped up on the spot, his eyes widened and he looked in the direction of the sound.

But it is an old gentleman.It is not quite accurate to say this, but judging by the clothes he is wearing, I am afraid that he is the archbishop of this church.This old man with all white beard and hair did not have the weakness of ordinary old people. Instead, he was hale and hearty, with a ruddy complexion, few wrinkles, and a tall and straight figure.If it weren't for his white hair, I couldn't believe that this was an old man.

This is the most visible benefit of long-term immersion in the light element.Circe calmed down from being frightened and looked at him seriously.

The archbishop holds a scepter, wears a high crown, and the hand holding the scepter also wears a ring with gems inlaid on the ring.He looked at Circe warily, and beckoned to Mr. Darcy: "Come here, my boy."

Darcy subconsciously wanted to take a step forward to keep the little girl behind him.Although Circe had only explained their strange relationship before, the examples handed down from the dark ages of the Middle Ages still made him vigilant.

But seeing the old man's eyebrows raised upright, Darcy still greeted: "Good day, Bishop Hutton." After all, this is the bishop who baptized him after all, and he has always maintained the relationship between father and teacher in private. It is too hurtful for him to immediately turn his face and deny people because of his relationship with friends.Besides, it was indeed difficult for him to put on a serious face in front of the old man.

Circe turned between the two of them, nodded and smiled in a daze of realization.This smile caused the old man to stare at her again.

"Fitzwilliam, do you know her identity?" The Archbishop never took his eyes off Circe, as if he was afraid of what she might do.

Circe spread her hands innocently, signaling her harmlessness.The archbishop's soul is pure and gilded, a saint worthy of respect.She always believed in the feedback from a person's soul more.

But she couldn't help but sigh inwardly.Before, I thought that I would never be so unlucky that I ran into someone who saw through me, but who knew that I actually ran into it. I really don't know if I should call it good luck.

Fortunately, she met a real "archbishop", so she didn't have to worry about what the other party would do, at most she gave a good warning to Mr. Darcy.Warn him about the consequences of not knowing people clearly.For the sake of the relationship between the two of them, Circe didn't plan to do anything.Thinking about it, I know that no matter what she does now, in the eyes of the archbishop who is eager to protect his "son", I am afraid it is some kind of threat.

But it's no wonder that Mr. Darcy has been so smooth, and his personality has grown extremely well. Presumably, there is this archbishop silently praying for him behind his back.

Was there something about Mr. Darcy that particularly attracted their class?Circe thought about herself, compared it with the archbishop in front of her, and blinked.Is this a person blessed by magic?

On the opposite side, the archbishop who was looking carefully saw that the witch had kept her hands in front of her body, where she could see clearly at a glance, her mouth was also tightly pursed and motionless, and she was slightly relieved.It doesn't look like those evildoers, so things should be easier to solve now.

The archbishop hadn't actually heard the conversation between the two, including those cryptic hints about magic.He only heard Darcy's last marriage proposal. He observed the object of his marriage proposal in the name of caring for the child he watched growing up. Only then hastily jumped out to interrupt.

Darkly gathered power at the top of the scepter, and the gathering of light elements made that place shimmer slightly, but it was not obvious in daylight.Even though the witch on the opposite side looked quite well-behaved, he still had to be on guard to some extent.

Tilting his head slightly, the old gentleman has already told him to leave.Seeing the appearance of repeatedly reminding Darcy that the person in front of him is a witch, Circe almost suspects that he will throw a test on Darcy in the next moment, well, holy light, to confirm that he is not affected by the witch's magic.

Circe thought she was really good-natured.If you change someone casually, I'm afraid you've already started a fight with someone.The conflict between the wizarding group and the clergy is so wonderful, anyone would feel that there is some kind of deep hatred between them, but only the two parties know that it is just that they simply don't like each other.Anyway, at least it was much more harmonious than the relationship between werewolves and vampires.

Darcy listened patiently to the archbishop.He almost never interrupts a person's speech, etiquette has long been engraved into his bones.But as soon as the old gentleman stopped, he immediately picked up, with a bit of well-hidden urgency and tension in his tone: "I know, Bishop Hutton, Circe told me everything."

As he spoke, he turned his gaze to his little girl.Circe nodded quickly, and just about to say something along the way, she shut her mouth tightly under the sight of the old gentleman who suddenly became vigilant.

Well, he is also concerned about Mr. Darcy, I don't care about him.Circe consoled herself aggrievedly.

Seeing the young witch biting her lower lip limply under his gaze, the archbishop felt guilty for bullying the little girl.But he quickly brushed away this strange emotion, thinking to himself, this witch might be bewitching my child in this way.Thinking about it this way, he calmed down again.

"My child, the words of witches should not be trusted, they are always deceiving people." The archbishop tapped the ground with his scepter, speaking earnestly.

Darcy was about to argue, but Circe cut him off.She couldn't bear these words anymore, she didn't care about anything, if she kept holding back, she would become a saint one step ahead.

"You have nothing to prove, how can you slander me like this?" Circe's face flushed with anger, "I see that you have baptized Mr. Darcy and prayed for him from time to time. You have endured until now. Don't think I really Don’t dare to do anything!” Even if it’s a venue that is beneficial to the other party, for the sake of the witch’s reputation, she still has to fight!The little girl clenched her fists tightly.

The archbishop paid attention to something else: "How do you know that I prayed for him?" As for the baptism, it is possible that Darcy told her, but he never let Darcy know about the blessing.To put it bluntly, it was some kind of old man's embarrassing concern for the juniors, who refused to tell the beloved children, as if saying it was a loss.

As soon as Circe was interrupted by his question, the accumulated anger was diverted and dissipated a little.But her tone was still not good: "I am a Kletika, how do you think I know?"

"No wonder." The old man's expression became softer, and Circe was puzzled for a while.

"Kritikas are pretty good kids." He was silent for a while, and finally said these words.

Circe's anger was dissipated by his unreasonable playing of cards. It was difficult for her to maintain her anger for a long time.Curling her lips, the little girl retorted in a low voice: "We are not your 'children'."

The old gentleman blew his nose at her and stared at her: "Why are you so impolite, little girl?" He turned his face to Darcy again, "Son, such a girl cannot be married home."

Circe's eyes widened, and the anger flared up again, perhaps even higher than before.She knows why the relationship between wizards and these priests can't get better, look at their mouths, it's strange that the two sides don't fight!

Miss Witch's eyes widened, and she looked at him in disbelief: "Why do you love to speak ill of me in front of Mr. Darcy?" She hesitated for a while, and in the end she threw a concealed and silent magic around depressedly. Then he was about to speak, but his momentum was somewhat weaker.

The old man couldn't help laughing when he saw how she was holding back her depression and not forgetting to be careful that the walls have ears.At such a great age, he has come into contact with all kinds of wizards, among which he admires the most, no, barely catches his eye, the Kletikas.These darlings of nature are as pure as the springs in the mountains. They can't learn to play tricks, and they can't learn to be cruel to others.Those of them who follow the light can hardly feel any dissatisfaction with this faction that believes in nature.

But this little girl is really funny.Squinting his eyes, the old man revealed a bit of a smile from the corner of his eyes.

Darcy looked at the archbishop with a large congregation helplessly, and sighed in his heart.After all, after getting along for so many years, he had a good grasp of this old man's personality, and when he heard the change in his words, he knew that he had let go of most of his guard.

But thinking this way, he couldn't help repeating "Kretica" in his mind several times.This is a word he has never heard before, and Circe has never said it before. It sounds like the name of some small group, but he did not expect to have such a good impression on the old man.It seems that he needs to ask the little girl more about magic in the future, otherwise he will never have a complete and comprehensive understanding of her special side.

Circe, however, was unaware of the change in the archbishop's attitude. Hearing his accusations, he felt aggrieved after thinking about it.She never hurt Mr. Darcy, the prank at the ball, well, that's no harm.Circe pursed her lips, brushing off the guilt.

Even if she played tricks on him that time, she never thought anything wrong after that, and even sent him many blessings!The degree of ardor is only lower than that of treating blood relatives, but here he has to suffer from this kind of unreasonable speculation.Moreover, he was the one who baptized Mr. Darcy. Mr. Darcy looked at him, admired and trusted him very much. Would he really feel that he was a bad witch?

Thinking of this, Circe took a breath out of his heart.Since he has repeatedly told Mr. Darcy not to marry her, she will, will...

This excitement somewhat dilutes the tension caused by this sentence, Circe took a deep breath, and the trembling in his words was almost indistinguishable: "You said it too late, I have already promised to marry Mr. Darcy !"

"You obviously didn't answer him!" The archbishop couldn't sit still and glared at her.

"...I said it!" This sounded a little weak, and Circe added, "Then I promise now!" Yes, that's right.The little girl straightened her back, raised her face with a resolute look, and tried her best to ignore her beating heart.

Taking a quick glance at Darcy, Circe quickly looked away.She was afraid that she would be overwhelmed by shyness if she stared at it for a long time, so she covered her face and shrank, that would be too imposing.

Darcy could no longer control the corners of his mouth, and he even wanted to hold his little girl tightly in his arms.It had better be known all over Pemberley at once.