A certain salary's infinite journey

Although Qiyana didn't say anything, Sirin still felt that her body seemed to be getting weaker, and the paleness on her face was even more worrying.

If nothing else, this should be the repelling effect of the world.

Eliminate laziness, slay demonic whales, and slay evildoers.

Although these behaviors are very pleasing to the people, they can be regarded as no small impact.

Even if it's me, I can't easily put the cause and effect out of order...

However, it doesn't matter.

Even if she slaughtered all the people in the capital, she would be able to grab an extraordinary amount of rewards instead.

But there is no way, Kiyana will not do this.

Perhaps this is true for the entire Kaslana family.

They will fight for what they protect, but they will not be domineering because of their own selfish desires. What a group of...

"What did you...do last night?"

Kiyana's muttering interrupted Sirin's thoughts, and she had to come back to look at her master.

"What did what?"

"Sirin, did you do something terrible behind my back?"

Kiyana fixed her eyes on Sirin, as if hoping to find a flaw in those majestic golden eyes.

However, it is a pity that the other party did not hesitate or even fear at all.

I can even ask back without a trace of guilt.

"Why should I report to you?"

Hearing this, Sirin's mouth curled into a smile: "Hehehe, it's just that I just used my strength to scare away those terrifying believers, and it didn't do anything."

Sirin's voice was light and ethereal, as if she was talking about an extremely ordinary thing.

However, Qiyana raised her eyebrows slightly, and her blue eyes widened.

Gradually waking up, she stood up, and then clutched her drowsy head.

"Just scare away? That's not like your style."

"Ha ha."

Sirin smiled and didn't answer.

"Well, if you don't want to say it, I won't say anything more. Ah~ woo...Is it already this time? It's time to get up too."

The big fight at the dinner party, although not exhausting, but...

What Qiyana couldn't get out of her mind was the blood-stained floor, the easily disassembled limbs, and...the horrified gazes of others.

What kind of feeling is this?

Kiyana is not very clear, because she has never experienced these things, this kind of thing that wipes out the same kind of people who look the same as herself...

It's really cruel.

Kiyana, who was only wearing underwear, hugged her legs and squatted quietly on the bed.

She thought of her partners in another world, and of her own family members, a little curious and a little afraid of their reaction after knowing these things.

"call..."

"What's wrong?" Sirin said at the right time.

"It's nothing, it just feels a little subtle."

Kiyana breathed out, then reached out and touched the dress on the bed: "Don't worry about me. I've recovered."

Although the statement is a bit far-fetched, Sirin has no reason to object.

It doesn't look too good, but it's not bad either.

That should be enough...

Thinking of this, Sirin nodded.

"Then today..."

Just when she was planning to arrange Qiyana's actions today, the door of the room was suddenly opened.

The one who opened the door was Emilia.

"Qiana?" The white-haired girl came to Kiyana's side worriedly, "Are you okay?"

"Uh, thanks for your concern. Emilia, I'm fine."

Facing Emilia's concern, Kiyana felt very comfortable.

Of course, she, who was rarely sensitive, also noticed that there seemed to be some sadness mixed with Emilia's brows.

What was it that made her so sad?

It can't be that my actions in the Duke's mansion yesterday caused some bad consequences, right?

"Qiana, you..."

Emilia hesitated for a moment, then slowly turned around and closed the door gently, and finally did not forget to come to the side and draw the curtains.

"Huh? Emilia, what are you doing?"

Kiyana looked at Emilia's actions suspiciously, feeling very puzzled.

"Cough cough..."

Emilia coughed lightly, and then said, "Qiana, I want to talk to you."

"Talk? What talk?"

Kiyana blinked, she didn't understand what kind of medicine was sold in Emilia's gourd.

"What did you do last night?" Emilia didn't answer Kiyana directly, but changed the question.

"What did what?"

Kiyana's eyeballs rolled around, and she replied honestly: "Oh, last night... I was a little cold when I was sleeping, so I just... wrapped the quilt up."

"Is that so?" Emilia wondered.

"Well... that's it... why?" Kiyana's tone was puzzled.

"Nothing, I just want to ask you..."

Emilia sighed, then slowly sat down on the side of the bed, and asked with some concern: "Do you think Duke Roswaal L. Mezas is... strange?"

As soon as these words came out, a surprised expression appeared on Qiyana's face.

Do you think the duke who looks like a clown can be called normal?

stop joking...

"Isn't he strange?"

Kiyana asked back out of the blue, which could be said to have hit Emilia's arms.

"Yes, his attitude towards those Witch Cultists is really ambiguous. I also think he has been acting a little lately..."

"what?"

Looking at Emilia's worried expression, Kiyana realized that she might be chatting across channels...

If Miracles Had Colors (re0): Chapter 52 Emilia's Heart

Closed room, very quiet.

The door was closed, the curtains were drawn, and only a little sunlight could shine into the bedroom through the gap.

Kiyana, who was only wearing underwear, sat on the bed with her legs crossed, while Emilia sat on the edge of the bed worriedly.

The two sides were silent, but they had each other in their hearts, as if they could hear each other's heartbeat.

"Kiana?"

After waiting for a while, Emilia Ann couldn't bear the anxiety in her heart, and asked slowly: "Are you surprised? Actually, I didn't expect... He is actually a little weird?"

As she said that, the white-haired girl rubbed her hair with lingering fear, as if she felt that her discovery was too shocking.

However, facing her astonishing discovery, Qiyana just felt inexplicable...

Ahem, to be honest, when I met the Duke on the first day I came to this world.

She has already realized that the other party is not a normal person.

If you want to ask why, do you still have to ask?A normal person would dress up like this and speak in a weird accent?

So no matter how you think about it, the Duke of Roswaal cannot be called a normal person.

"I think Duke Roswaal L. Mezas is indeed weird, but he can't be called very weird, right?"

Kiyana thought for a moment, and finally replied.

However, facing her answer, Emilia showed a firm opposition.

"No, it's impossible."

She slowly covered her heart, and then narrated the worries in her heart: "A particularly bad thing happened last night, and everyone was frightened in the morning."

Immediately afterwards, Sirin began to tell what she had seen and heard in the city in front of Kiana.

Roughly, groups of people wearing strange costumes were discovered by patrolling people in the early hours of the morning, and their state when they were discovered... can no longer be described in terms of distortion.

It is precisely because of this that the whole city is panicked, and some even pack up their things and plan to leave.

Such a major event naturally attracted the attention of all parties.

As one of the election participants, Emilia also understood the general situation immediately after the incident, and quickly realized that something was wrong.

She immediately returned to the mansion to discuss with her supporter, the Duke of Roswaal.

I thought that the other party would be greatly shocked, and was surprised that the Witch Cultists would end up in such an end.

But unexpectedly, the duke seemed to be fine, and instead joked about why he was so scared.

"It's really strange, why does he have a completely indifferent attitude towards Witch Cultists?"

Emilia stroked her clean chin, surprised at the supporters' playful attitude.

Hmm...suspicious indeed.

It's just that it seems to me...it doesn't affect much?

Kiyana thought for a while, indifferent to the abnormal behavior of the clown duke.

Although the duke is very strange, he has not persecuted himself so far.

There's no point in offending him, right?

Besides, even if you offend him, so what?Anyway, my duty and purpose is to protect Emilia, so it doesn't matter what happens to him.

And now, Emilia seems a little embarrassed?

Thinking of this, Kiyana asked tentatively:

"Could it be that this duke is also a Witch Cultist?"

"No, how could he be a Witch Cultist?" Emilia shook her head, and began to seek excuses for her supporters, "Witch Cultists are cruel and can be said to be the kind of people who don't know what to do, if Mezzas is like this .How could you come here to help me?”

"Then who do you think is behind this incident?"

Kiana asked again.

"Well, I don't have a clue yet, but since the Witch Cultists have been wiped out on a large scale in the group, it proves that there are quite a few of them..."

Emilia sighed: "It's a pity that I can't send people to investigate, but... no one will do anything. If it is a witch cultist, then we must be ready to fight."

"I also think so."

Kiyana echoed: "The Witch Cultists are not ordinary villains, they are a group of lunatics, they don't care if you are a noble or a commoner, as long as they can resurrect that person, they dare to put you to death. We were once in the hands of the Witch Cultists We have suffered a few times, so this time, we must be fully prepared."

"Thank you, Kiyana..." Emilia's pretty face blushed, and she expressed her sincere thanks to Kiyana, and unconsciously moved her delicate body forward, "It's great to have you here... .”

She rested her head on Kiyana's shoulder, a blush of happiness appeared on her cheeks.