"Priest of Mortal Sin?"

Under Qin Mo's reminder, Emilia had long known that the Witch Sect might come to attack her, but she didn't expect it to come so quickly.

And there was even a priest who occupied the name of a grave sin.

"Yes! Honorable Witch! ”

The jubilant voice of Peticius reached Emilia's ears.

"I'm not a witch." Emilia bowed her head, as if in defense.

"It's not... Witch? Why would you think you're not a witch? Why, why, why, why, why? ”

"Click!"

He bit the last finger of his right hand.

"Oh yes! Didn't look me in the eye! Sure enough, it's a lie! ”

Peticius's face showed a happy expression.

"If you're not a witch! How could there be such a look! How could there be such beauty! ”

"Everything is the witch's choice!"

He poked his finger into his temple and grabbed it so hard that the skin cracked open and blood oozed out of it.

Emilia kept her head hanging and didn't lift it.

Why is he the only silver-haired half-elf?

Is there really any connection between yourself and the jealous witch?

The silver-haired, half-elf girl sometimes asks herself that.

The more I didn't want to believe it, the more desperately I tried to suppress the idea.

The more often this thought comes to mind.

Hearing Peticius' crazy words, Emilia shook like never before.

"You're just running away from a reality you don't want! Constant evasion, evasion, evasion! ”

Peticius grabbed Emilia by silver hair, lifted her head, and brought his bloodied face to her.

"But, O witch! Evasion is not allowed. ”

"You're a witch! That's your reality! That's what you're here for! ”

Is this really your own reality?

"That's not right! Mistress Emilia is definitely not a witch! ”

Just as the silver-haired half-elf felt despair, Rem's firm voice rang in her ears.

"Rem!" Emilia looked at the blue-haired maid tenderly, her blue-purple eyes overflowing with emotion.

While at the mansion, Emilia had long wanted to be friends with Rem and Ram. But these two people only maintained a superficial respect for themselves, and in their hearts they didn't care about themselves at all, and she even sensed that Rem had a slight hostility towards her.

Emilia was touched to be able to say such things now.

"Mistress Emilia doesn't have the breath of a witch at all!" The blue-haired maid looked at Peticius with disgust.

Obviously, Rem originally just wanted to protect Emilia silently and wait for Qin Mo's arrival.

But seeing Emilia's desperate and helpless eyes, she felt very unhappy, and could not help but start to refute Peticius.

Why is this the way it is?

Rem remembered the warm embrace of Emilia when she fell from the dragon cart before, and hugged her tightly.

Mistress Emilia was very gentle, and Rem's face turned slightly red.

"No pampering? Ahh Why is this happening? Why, why, why, why? ”

"Click!"

Peticius began to gnaw at the fingers of his left hand.

"Indeed, indeed, incomprehensible...... In this situation, trials are coming......"

"Click!"

"Trials?"

"Trial! That's right! It's a trial! As long as she passes the trial, she can become a real witch! Ahh How wonderful! ”

Peticius was suspicious and gave his own answer.

"This is the direction of the Gospel!"

"This is the ———— of love love"

"The gospel must be obeyed! Given love! You have to reciprocate with love! ”

"Ahh————h

Excited in a way that ordinary people could not understand, Peticius began to bleed from the nose.

Then when the nosebleed reached his mouth, it was licked off by Peticius with his tongue, his tense face relaxed, and his whole person exuded an intoxicating aura.

"Mistress Emilia is not a witch, please stop in moderation, Mistress Qin Mo is coming." Rem had already smelled Qin Mo's breath and should be about to arrive.

"Lord Qin Mo, who is it?" Peticius imitated the girly voice of the blue-haired maid.

"Lord Qin Mo is Lord Emilia's First Knight." At this moment, Rem no longer had the same tension as before, but relaxed.

"Knights? Knight! Ahhh The knight is great! Humble! Honest! Commiseration! Gallant! Fair! Sacrifice! Honor! Soul! Diligent, so diligent! Their hard-working attitude is truly fantastic! ”

Peticius was so excited that he bent his body backwards, and his head almost touched the ground.

"However, the knight who can't protect his beloved is actually lazy!"

He straightened his body with the force of reaction like he drew a bow.

Peticius clapped his hands, and a witch cultist immediately appeared in front of him.

"Notify others immediately, sweep up the surrounding traces, and avoid revealing our presence in response to a possible attack." His attitude is more calm than ever, and his voice is calmer than ever.

Once the Witch Cult is hidden, it is very difficult to find it, which is why they have been able to bounce until now.

"So, then, so and now?" Peticius regained his previous madness, "Lord Qin Mo can't find you!" ”

"I've found it, Witch Cultist!" Rem smiled.

As if she had finally breathed a sigh of relief, Emilia relaxed her body and lay down on the stone wall.

"It looks like it's coming." Peticius turned his head stiffly.

"Boom ——————"

A powerful impact sent a half-dead witch cultist to the feet of Peticius.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have been too late!" Qin Mo slowly walked in from the entrance.

"It's too slow, Lord Qin Mo!" Even though she said that, there was joy in the blue-haired maid's voice.

"Ahh————h

"Knight! A knight! A knight who exudes a terrifying aura! ”

"Found this place in such a short time! You are diligent, diligent! Your diligence has knocked my fingers down! ”

"You can't be wrong, you're a believer in love!"

Peticius was cheering for his enemies, and he didn't even glance at his half-dead men at his feet.

"So, then, so, so, the knight must have come to save his own princess, right?"

Peticius stood between Rem and Emilia, his face shining with love.

"You're trying to save the blue-haired princess? Or is it the silver-haired princess? ”