"He's the Devil ——!"

Naturally, the crowd could also see Mrs. Magnon, who had been charred by the flames. At this time, everyone was afraid, and they looked at the brother and sister from a distance with strange eyes, as if they were afraid that the burning boy would harm them.

"Ah......h He could see that eighty percent of the townspeople had rushed over. They had all kinds of farming tools and weapons in their hands, and they didn't know what they were doing.

Of course, even through the raging flames, he saw Sister Chloe at once.

"Nun. Estelle walked with a weary step towards Sister Chloe. He was so tired that he couldn't hear Selene shouting behind him, he couldn't hear the roars of the villagers, he could only hear the sound of burning.

Nun, you say that people should do good. Although I finally knew why I didn't feel your joys and sorrows, I tried to protect the town. That skeleton won't come again, no one will die. The nun, Céline, Uncle Legoff, and Mr. Frank, and all those who gave us gifts, you are all safe.

Nun, you don't have to feel sorry at last.

In the future, I will continue to protect the town.

A violent knock sent Estelle forward. Before his vision was completely darkened, he finally heard Selene's cry and finally saw Sister Chloe's expression.

Nun, are you afraid?

......

When Estelle woke up again, he was firmly tied to a stake. The crowd looked at him vigilantly, as if they were watching a rare and dangerous beast. A man with a lanky face stood at the front, staring at him like a dead fish.

Estelle moved his arm and found that the rope was tightly tied. He wanted to raise a little flame to burn the rope off, but unfortunately, perhaps because the previous battle (which was not called a battle, just a struggle) had consumed him too much, and he had no flame to burn at this point.

"Sir," Estelle looked at the man in front of him with some annoyance, "please stay away from me. ”

"Look, I'll say he's Estelle! What kind of devil could be!" rang out in the crowd's signature voice from Le Goff.

"Tell us, magistrate," said Sister Chloe's sobbing, which made Estelle fully sober, "tell me, my child, what is wrong with him." ”

Perhaps this man came from the Inquisition. Estelle thought to herself. Even if she was tied up like this to protect the town, it would not be too much to be tied up like this, as long as the nun could explain it to everyone, everything would be the same as before.

"Oh?" the magistrate stiffened his head in Le Goff's direction, his eyes large and blank, but one couldn't help but want to retreat, "you say he's Estelle?

"No...... Who is it if it's not Estelle!" Le Goff was glared at by that gaze and his speech became stammered, "We all know that only Estelle can be like that, like that!"

There were also voices of approval around him.

"yes, how could Estelle be possessed by a demon. ”

"Isn't Selene all right? If it was really possessed by the devil, Selene would have been killed. ”

"Stupid!" exclaimed the magistrate, his voice distorted, like an octopus in his throat, "the devil is the best at disguise! ”

As he spoke, the magistrate stretched out his hand and pointed at Le Goff: "Or are you already bewitched by the devil and become his servant!"

Such accusations really frightened Le Goff, and his stomach shook along with the flesh on his face, and he did not dare to speak anymore.

"Hey, sir," said Estelle, trapped behind the magistrate, "you must be the inquisitor of the Inquisition." I'm Estelle, a nun adopted me and my sister Seline fifteen years ago, we grew up together, we were ...... three days ago"

Before he finished speaking, the tall and thin monk inquisitor suddenly turned around and slapped Estelle hard: "Shut up, you demon! don't try to disguise any more!"

The slap was devastating, and it seemed to be deliberately slapped into Estelle's ear, causing his ears to ring and blood to the corners of his mouth. Sister Chloe, who was standing on the side, covered her face with her hands and began to sobb softly.

"The evidence is overwhelming, do you escape God's judgment just by relying on a set of words?"

The Inquisitor said, glancing at his men. The monks threw the charred body of Madame de Manion.

"The townsfolk can see it——!!" said the magistrate, who stepped forward and grabbed Estelle's hair and pulled it up fiercely, "Look at everything you have done, you have set fire to the bazaar and killed the innocent old man. Oh, looking at the body, I'm going to cry. What kind of brute would kill an old man who has always cared for him!"

Listening to the call sign under the strange voice of the magistrate, everyone seemed to suddenly cheer up. As the evidence had been laid out, and they remembered Madame de Manion's amiability, they were filled with grief and indignation, and it seemed as if they had decided in their hearts that it was Estelle, the abominable murderer.

"Alright, let's admit it quickly!" Seeing that everyone seemed to have echoing emotions, the magistrate continued to rebuke Estelle, "Tell me, you demon, why did you possess an innocent young man! Why did you burn down this beautiful town! Why did you kill an innocent old woman!"

It was only now that Estelle seemed to realize that his situation was already very dangerous. The stupid donkey-like man in front of him is bound to make himself the charge of "possessed by the devil", whether he is beaten into a trick or gritted his teeth, he can't escape the connection with the devil.

Thinking of this, Estelle looked at Sister Chloe. If you are a person who raised you and a person who cares for you, you can recognize yourself immediately with just one look. She would stand up and proclaim to everyone with her noble posture and unquestionable identity that the boy in front of her was Estelle, whom she had raised for fifteen years.

However, what he saw was Sister Chloe's frightened gaze.

"Nun ......" The nun did not have suspicion, not speculation, but fear that could be directly recognized by Estelle. At this moment, Estelle was already a monster burning the town and slaughtering the old man in her eyes, and from her gaze, Estelle could only see the urge to judge, to escape.

Estelle hung his head and laughed self-deprecatingly. After all, it must not be humans who can release flames. It is normal for nuns to feel terrified because of their own unknown.

Is it really a normal emotion?

"Your Excellency," Sister Chloe stepped forward, glancing at Estelle, "please, please save this child......

"It's natural, I'm going to let this demon leave the boy's body completely!" said the magistrate, holding Estelle's body and slamming it against the stake behind his head.

With a thud, Estelle's head slammed into the stake, making a muffled thud and bouncing back, causing him to hang his head limply again.

"All right, demon," the magistrate strolled back so that Estelle's bound body could be fully visible to all the townsfolk who visited, "and I want you to confess your evil deeds to the people of God!"

Estelle spat the blood from the magistrate's slap in his mouth to the ground, and jerked up at the lanky-faced man he hated. A burst of awe-inspiring energy erupted from his shining, golden eyes, causing both the bluffing man and Sister Chloe to freeze behind him.

"Father, you say that I am possessed by a demon," Estelle glared at the man with a frightened face, "Is this what a man of faith in God does to treat Madame Magnon's body in such a way that the dead cannot rest in peace?"

When the magistrate gasped when he heard this, and when he turned his head to look at the body of the old man who had been thrown on the ground, his withered face with his mouth wide open really poked at the part of his heart that was most worried and frightened.

"Shut up, shut up!"

"You wouldn't have banished the demons at all!" Estelle continued, "but you can't, but you can only torture others and get the persecuted to confess their guilt voluntarily. Presumably, the Inquisition is such a good place to kill people. ”

The onlookers were in an uproar, and the nuns and the staff of the Inquisition were so frightened that they drew crosses on their chests. But it was the Inquisitor who was most touched by these words, his body trembling in a wave of shame, his already large and round eyes were now bloodshot, and cold sweat lay down his long face full of lines.

"No! no!" the magistrate panicked, nearly hitting Sister Chloe, who was standing behind him.

"This boy, he is not possessed by a demon," the magistrate turned his face to the bewildered crowd, "he is a demon! he is a demon! Look at his appearance! His hair color, his eyes, he is not human at all, yes, yes. Poor Sister Chloe, though you love him deeply, you don't know that you have adopted a devil on a rainy night fifteen years ago!!"

"Enough is enough. Estelle interrupted the magistrate's quibble, and he felt his strength regain somewhat. Flames from his fingertips snapped his ropes, stakes behind him crackled and crackled, and the stone bricks beneath his feet were blazing, and Estelle sat down toward the magistrate.

"I am who I am, not possessed by the devil, let alone a devil. I hope you can ...... quiet!"

The sting interrupted Estelle's words.

A sharp pitchfork pierced Estelle's flank, and the man at the helm of the murder weapon was Mr. Frank, with trembling hands and a frightened face.

As the pitchfork was drawn, the flames were extinguished, and Estelle sat down on the ground, a relieved smile on the magistrate's face, and Sister Chloe cried.

"Die, you demon!!"