In 1614, the Spanish Inquisition, based on a detailed factual report by a magistrate in the northern region, concluded that the claims about the existence of witches were completely fabricated and unfounded, and that the vast majority of convictions lacked truth.

The last "witch" in Europe was named Anna Goldi, who was beheaded in Switzerland in 1782......

Estelle writhed his arm frantically, and although the puncture wound that had finally scabbed out was bleeding again, he couldn't care so much about it.

"Only by cutting off the witch's head can the demon's heart return to his body!" the magistrate grabbed the chains from Selene's hand and grabbed her weak body with all his might, "So, kill the witch!"

"Kill her, kill her!"

"Burn her body to ashes!"

"Don't let her be buried!

Estelle looked at the people in front of him, they were already crazy. Estelle had never expected this, he knew that people would be sad, fearful, and angry because of fear, but he didn't know that each individual in the group could have the effect of seducing each other, so they became incomprehensible in such an atmosphere.

The two brothers and sisters, after receiving such a "trial", both subconsciously looked at Sister Chloe.

Nun, what are you doing?

Faced with such a longing gaze, the nun closed her eyes. She was crying, but she didn't do anything.

Estelle was desperate. He screamed loudly, but lost his voice, and the wails could only hover in his head.

The magistrate grabbed Selene, and the crowd split in both directions, making way for a wide path. And at the end of the road, there is a Mori Sen guillotine.

Selene struggled, and she let out a wild cry. She rejects such a trial because it is a farce, and its very existence is a trampling on justice.

"You're the devil!Get out!Get out!," Selene roared, her wrists bloodied from the heavy shackles, but she didn't give up resisting, "We didn't do anything wrong! We didn't do anything wrong! My brother! My brother is not a demon! You are a demon!!"

Estelle watched as Selene was dragged closer to the guillotine, his hands almost torn off by his struggle, but it was hard because the ring deftly passed between his two arm bones. Moreover, the guards around him beat and suppressed him. People seem to be forcing themselves to witness their slaughter of their sister.

The sky was overcast, and a black tide suddenly surged in the distance.

"Look!!" the townspeople shouted and pointed into the distance—black crows flying from all directions on an unprecedented scale, hovering over the monastery.

"It's witch's magic! she's a witch without a doubt!"

"Kill her, don't let her escape as a raven!"

The townsfolk rushed forward and took the chains from the magistrate's hand, and they tore and shoved and shoved the pathetic maiden toward the guillotine.

"Look at the way she looks, she looks like a beast!"

"Look, the demon is still struggling to save her!"

"Their brother and sister must be so close! They must be incest in private!"

"Demons and witches, that's inevitable!

What are you doing? What are you doing!

Estelle's remaining eye was almost bleeding.

Why! Mr. Frank, Uncle Le Goff, what are you doing!

Sister Emma, don't tear her apart!

Why is even nine-year-old Cooper clapping?!

Sister Chloe, why don't you say a word, she's your daughter, she's your daughter! You say we're a gift from God, why don't you do anything? Do you just let them take her!

"Estelle!" Suddenly, Selene, who was being dragged by the people, shouted, "You see it!

Then the girl's head was pressed against the guillotine.

"Hold her! Don't let her run! Don't let her run!"

As she spoke, the townsfolk rushed up and grabbed Selene's leg and stepped on her hand, leaving her with only a burst of weeping and wailing.

"My brother is not the devil! You bastards are the devil!"

The magistrate stepped forward with wide round eyes: "Witch, accomplice of the devil! You have been sentenced to behead for your inappropriate relationship with the devil, conspiracy to destroy villages and towns, and murder of innocent old people!"

"Fart!" Selene struggled, but the only thing she could move was her fingers, "You brute in human skin!

The magistrate was shocked, he had tried so many "witches" and killed so many "heretics", he had never seen a person who was dying with such an obsession.

At this moment, the crows in the sky suddenly opened their mouths, and the deafening sound of wings and cries shook people's hearts and lungs, accusing them of the terrible torture that was taking place under the black coffin lid.

"Hurry up! The witch is casting a spell!"

The magistrate had been so frightened by the vision in the sky that he bowed his head and quickly shouted, "May the Lord forgive you for your sins," and then turned and fled in a hurry.

"Oh——!" the townsfolk shouted, and the sky grew darker and darker, and the torch was held high.

Selene was pressed to the guillotine, and she watched the madness of the people, witnessed the tragic scene of her brother, and said her last words.

"I, Selene, the nameless!" she said, glaring at Estelle with tears streaming down her eyes, "I curse you with my father's blood, with my mother's soul!!"

Looking at the raised guillotine, Estelle let out a final silent wail.

"I curse that your souls will be scorched with the flames forever, and that your repentance and fear shall never be known to God!

The blade fell smoothly and unhindered. A stream of blood spurted out, splashing far away on Estelle's face. The long golden hair was like silk, wrapping the unsightly head that had rolled off.

Céline ......

Estelle's heart felt slammed.

I witnessed my sister's head fall to the ground, and the boy's world collapsed.

Is that what God means? You just watched your followers kill my innocent sister......

Choked and suffocated, Estelle's eyes went dark and he passed out.

At this time, the crows in the sky scattered their formation and flew in all directions.

"We succeeded! We killed the witch!"

"Look, the demon is dead, too!"

"Ah, God willing, our town is finally up and running. ”

At this time, the magistrate who was quietly standing next to him slowly stood up with a cold sweat. Sister Chloe, on the other hand, trembled, and tried her best to keep herself from crying.

The magistrate stood up: "Amazing residents!

"It's all the work of the magistrate!"

"God bless you!"

"God forbid!"

"Now, let's hurry up and burn the witch's body!" the magistrate, who was much lighter, even became a little softer.

"Oh, there's no firewood yet!"

"Let Julian, who is driving, go!"

"That's right, let him go!"

However, when people turned back to look for the driver guarding Estelle, he was gone. All one could see was a wisp of ash drifting away in the wind from Estelle's feet.

The crows were gone, but the sky saw no daylight.

"What's going on!" the townsfolk asked, "where did that Julian go?"

With the doubts of the people, Estelle slowly raised his head.

He took his hand off.

"He's moving!"

Hearing a shrill cry, Sister Chloe looked in the direction of Estelle.

The blonde boy lowered his hands at this time. The hoops in his hands melted, the ropes that bound him disappeared, and so did Julian, the charioteer who guarded him.

"Oh my! the demon isn't dead yet!!"

Estelle looked up, his face disfigured, and no one could see his expression, only the blinding light that came from his remaining eyes.

"Hurry, go!" the magistrate panicked back, shouting at his retinue, "go and kill him!"

Estelle took a step forward, and he walked slowly, perhaps because of weakness and pain. But anyone with long eyes could tell that the ground was boiling beneath his feet, gurgling like boiled molten iron, and sticky bubbles were bubbling.

They don't have to bother at all. Before the retinue could raise their weapons, Estelle waved his hand at them. Immediately after, a gust of hot wind blew from behind the boy. The attendants in front of the magistrate wailed, their faces burning rapidly, their skin and muscles turning to ashes, revealing the bones of their faces, and then even the hard skulls turned to ashes, and the hot wind whistled, leaving several headless corpses to fall in front of the magistrate.

"No......" The magistrate looked at the corpse on the ground, he was stunned.

"Demon!Kill him!Kill him!!"

It was Frank, who was still holding on to the pitchfork, and still rushing forward bravely.

The steel fork poked through it, and before it could reach his body, it turned into molten iron and dripped at Estelle's feet.

Estelle looked at Frank in front of him, a trace of sadness flashing in his eyes.

Then, the boy stepped over Frank, who had been reduced to ashes, and continued on his way.

Now, people have finally recovered from the fear of death.

"Demon! Run! Run!!"

The people wailed and fled.

Instead of chasing the fleeing townspeople, Estelle set his sights on the quisitor who was trembling on the ground.

It was only now that the fish-eyed man looked at the young man who was shining like the scorching sun in front of him, and finally realized what a stupid thing he had done. Degree of literature