"Oh, sir, are you alright?"

Estelle, who had been unconscious, was awakened by a ceremonial call, his hair covered with morning dew, his joints aching from the night's cold, not to mention the piercing of his hands, the loss of an eye, and the loss of his speech.

"Oh...... You don't look good. ”

Estelle felt the cold hard object touch his neck, and he looked up as best he could to see in front of him the skeleton in black robes. His horse stood to the side, as if licking the blood from the ground.

The skeleton groped Estelle's neck: "The townsfolk seem to have a lot of hands, I'm afraid you won't be able to speak again." ”

Estelle didn't respond because he was disappointed. While the townsfolk could not have known that they had set the fire to save their lives, or that the skeletal killer of Madame de Manion was the skeleton in front of them, at least they should not have done such cruelty to themselves.

"You must hate me very much, if it weren't for me, you wouldn't have been discovered, abused, and become what you are now. The skeleton said, looking around. The sun was already out, and it wouldn't be long before the townsfolk who had eaten breakfast would be rushing here in droves, waiting for the monk magistrates of the Inquisition to torture the young demon.

Estelle shook his head slightly. He still knows this in his heart, even if it is not this time, he will still be discovered one day. In the town where I grew up, I was still treated like this, and if I really left my hometown and went to other places, I am afraid that the end would only be worse than this.

The skeleton looked at Estelle in front of him, who had been alive a few days ago, protecting his sister tightly behind him, but now he was half a foot in the coffin. As if feeling pity for the boy in front of him, the skeleton reached out and touched his head.

"Poor child," just rubbed slightly, the skeleton should also know that his hands were not warm and soft, he was just expressing his sympathy, "maybe you don't know yet, the real hell is today." ”

With that, he touched the horse's neck and turned to walk out into the street. The dead horse turned after him, and the figures of the two disappeared into the mist of the distant street.

Estelle hung his head, he didn't have the strength to guess the meaning of the skeleton's words, hunger, dry cough, pain, all the time tormented him.

......

"There you go. ”

"No, you better go. ”

"I think it's good for the magistrate to step forward. ”

Selene heard a noise outside the door. When she was locked up in this dark hut by the townspeople, she had already expected this day to come. She was only concerned about Estelle, a man with the blood of inhuman beings in the blood of the townspeople, a teenager who protected them from the invisible, a being who could arouse their fear of the unknown.

Although the townsfolk who were guarding her had not been very bad towards her in the past few days, Selene could still detect the deterioration of the situation in their eyes.

The door was opened, and the candlelight from the hallway pierced through the cracks, giving a glimmer of light to the small dark room. The first to walk in was Sister Chloe, and Selene guessed that it must be Sister Chloe, and it was estimated that the others would not have the courage to approach her.

Then, a man with thinning hair, an abominable appearance, and protruding eyes walked in behind the nun.

Selene, who was crooked by a pile of dead grass, stood up and bowed slightly to Sister Chloe: "Nun." ”

The magistrate hid behind the nun and looked sideways at Selene. Although she looked much haggard after a few days of imprisonment and her hair was frizzy from being uncombed, her golden eyes shone as brightly as Estelle, glowing with gold in the dimly lit room.

"Huh, hey——!"

The magistrate's eyes widened and he retreated, this fear was not for the townspeople, it was a very real fear, because from those eyes the magistrate saw Estelle walking towards him.

Selene ignored the man and walked straight up to the nun.

"What about Estelle?" Selene looked at the nun with a blank expression, "is he dead?"

The nun shook her head.

"He's not dead?" Selene stepped forward, believing that the nun had saved Estelle's life.

But when her long fingers touched the nun's wrist, she felt the nun's arm tremble a little, and then her fingertips felt the roughness of goosebumps—the nun was afraid, as if it were not the girl's hand that touched it, but an insect, a beast, a demon's hand.

So Selene understood something, withdrew her hand and stepped back, and bowed deeply to Sister Chloe: "I beg your pardon for approaching you abruptly." ”

At this time, the magistrate seemed to have mustered up full courage and walked out from behind the nun: "Selene, can you identify your brother's crime?"

Selene shook her head: "Estelle didn't do anything, and Madame Magnon wasn't killed by him." He's protecting you. ”

The townsfolk looked at each other, not knowing what Estelle had protected them.

"No," the magistrate shook his head, and Selene did not give a satisfactory answer, "your brother is a demon, and he killed Madame Magnon, and everyone saw it. ”

Hearing this, Selene frowned, stepped forward and glared at the man who looked like a dead fish: "God willing, even a person like you who has wronged a good person is worthy to be a judge! God will shed tears when he sees your deeds!"

After Estelle's resistance, the Inquisitor seemed to have turned a blind eye to the words: "That demon must have hidden his heart in you!You witch who made a pact with the devil!!"

The crowd rushed up and shackled Selene.

Selene sneered, reached out and smoothed out her long blond hair before letting them shackle herself. She felt that if she resisted violently, she would inevitably be treated more cruelly.

......

Estelle saw it. In the darkness, a huge golden ball of light rose up, and it rolled with raging flames and emitted a dazzling light, almost dispelling the darkness from Estelle's eyes completely.

Then, from the ball of light, the humanoid light slowly walked in front of Estelle.

Estelle was speechless, and could only look at the figure in amazement. For some reason, looking at that figure, his heart suddenly felt sour, and the only remaining eye seemed to be about to shed tears.

"Hatred. ”

The figure spoke.

"Hate, there's nothing wrong with you," the figure reached out and nodded at Estelle's heart, "Keeping humanity alive is a treasure more difficult to obtain than divinity." ”

Estelle was then woken up by a bucket of cold water.

Estelle glanced at the man who had woken himself up, he had been in charge of driving the various goods for the convent, and he had given Estelle a beer.

"Look at what!" the man yelled, noticing that Estelle was staring at him, before turning his head to look down at the street.

Following his gaze, Estelle saw a group of people approaching the corner of the street. They shouted loudly, and the content was too loud to read. Estelle saw the magistrate from the crowd and Selene as he dragged her staggering.

Estelle came out of nowhere, his trembling hands clenched, and the rings and chains pierced him with a crisp crashing sound. He's straining, he's trying to break free of the hoop.

After a few moments, the townsfolk dragged Selene to Estelle. When she saw Estelle again, Selene almost went crazy.

"What did you do!" Selene shook her hands out, shook off the magistrate's grasp, and ran straight in front of Estelle.

The elder brother in front of him was covered in bruises and lost a single eye.

"Estelle!" Selene reached out to hold Estelle's face, wiping the blood from his face with her thumb. Her movements were hasty and rapid, because her hands were shaking violently with anger, and her body was breathing rapidly from grief.

"No! what did they do to you!" Selene almost broke down, because now she found that not only could she not save her brother, but she could not even wipe the stains off his face for him.

Estelle smiled. It was the first time he had come into contact with warm hands after three days of hellish ordeal.

Selene looked back at the townsfolk who had surrounded the two of them, her expression fierce with rage: "God, aren't you ashamed......

In the face of such questioning, the townspeople did not waver in the slightest.

"Stop acting, you witch!" the magistrate snatched a stick from the townsfolk behind him and stabbed Selene hard in the back. The weak girl couldn't help but beat her, not to mention that she had been imprisoned for three days, and she fell to the ground without a second blow from the magistrate.

Estelle twisted his body and glared at the magistrate.

"Devil, now I'll ask you again!" said the magistrate, pestle the stick on Selene's back, and said to Estelle viciously, "do you confess to deceiving the nun, killing the old man, and setting fire to the town!"

As he spoke, he poked Selene harder.

Although Selene clenched her teeth at this time, she didn't even hum a sound. But Estelle nodded anyway.

Estelle nodded, losing his voice, and the boy could only express his plea with his eyes: Anything, kill me, spare my sister.

Listening to the sound of chains shaking, Selene realized that they had not only mutilated her brother's body, but also taken away his voice.

"Very—good———!" finally got a satisfactory answer, and the magistrate turned to face the crowd, "He confessed!

Selene looked up and looked at Estelle with tears on her face.

At this moment, the shadow cast by the magistrate's tall stature hung over her.

Then, according to God's will, put the witches and demons to death. ”