The networm couldn't hear the witch's voice in Lothar's ear, but that didn't prevent her from seeing the same scene as the Count. The mercenary covered her mouth with her hand in utter surprise, and for a moment she suspected that what she had just seen was an illusion of lightning flashes and shadows in the rain. But years of experience in the field had taught her that it was true, and there was nothing wrong with her senses.

Compared to the networm's astonishment, Lothar was in a completely different mood, his hands clenched, his knuckles trembling with exertion, the Count's teeth clenched, and his eyes were undisguised with anger. It was the King's castle!, and it didn't take any more explanation, and Lothar knew that the witches or their allies had planned something, and from what he saw, whatever they wanted to do in that castle, their purpose had already been achieved.

"Hee-hee, you should really look at your expression right now, it's so funny. The woman's voice came from the earl's ears, but unlike before, Lothar was sure that this time it was not magical. The witch, Kirly, was right next to him. The Count wanted to turn his neck to see where the damned woman was talking, but only then he realized that he couldn't move at all! And, not only Lothar himself, but in his eyes, time seemed to have stopped, and the rain was like jewels, stranded in the air, and the droplets that had just fallen to the ground were scattered and splashed like sparks bursting from the striking iron.

"Why? Did you notice something wrong now?" the soft words were accompanied by the hot breath that came out of his mouth, and the Earl's left ear unconsciously wanted to tremble, but he could not. "Don't be afraid, it's just a little trick, to make sure you don't hurt my insurance. After saying this, the witch turned out from the left side of Lothar's body, this time she still used the appearance of a net worm, but judging from the gorgeous dress on her body that the mercenary would never touch, it was not difficult to distinguish the identity of the person in front of her.

"You guys are really interesting kingdoms here, and even though some soldiers have died, the whole city has to mourn. The witch in front of her smiled like a flower, and she stood in the still rain, looking like a beautiful and happy elf. But the anger in Lothar's eyes didn't change when she saw Kirly, and this time she didn't need the help of Hearn's hand, and the anger caused the Count to inadvertently resist the witch's magic.

"You, what the hell, are you going to do?" a deep voice came from between Lothar's teeth, and he could only do this in this strange environment with all his strength. Hearing the Count's words, Qili showed a visibly surprised expression, the witch never thought that anyone would break free from her magic by willpower, although it was only a sound of resistance, but it was still abnormal.

"It's really strange, even though you don't have a witch hunting knife on your body, you can still resist magic to a certain extent. Is it because of the connection to weapons?" said the witch, tilting her head. Having said that, Qili was only surprised, she knew very well that there was absolutely no way for Lothar to move in this space. "You're such an interesting person, with such a unique soul, I'd love to bring you back if I could......" The witch showed a strong expression of regret, but it was only fleeting, and she quickly regained her false smile, reaching out and patting Lothar's cheek gently.

"Okay, don't worry. I'm just here to say goodbye to you. You've seen that scene, right, if this happens, your friends are too close to some kind of truth to force Mistress Kuira to do it. It's a shame, I'm looking forward to seeing the sister who is about my age, just because of the woman Kouira...... Ah, that's not going to work, how can I speak ill of adults, please forget about it. Qili said to herself, not caring whether the man in front of her could understand her words.

The witch's expression became lonely, and she withdrew her hand, and leaned over the earl's shoulder, and whispered something in the latter's ear in a very soft voice. Then she quickly pushed Lothar away, the smile on her face returning to its original appearance. Interestingly, after Kiri pushed Lothar away, the anger in the Count's eyes receded with great speed, turning to confusion and incomprehension. This change of mentality completely deprived Lothar of the capital to fight against witch magic, and when he came back to his senses again, the stopped time had resumed flowing, and no one could be seen in the rain in front of him.

"Hey, are you alright?" It wasn't until the Networm's hand was on the Count's shoulder that Lothar recovered from this trance. It was as if he had had a very clear dream, but when he woke up, the memory was accompanied by the pain of almost tearing his entire skull open. Lothar was familiar with pain, so even in the pain that would make a normal person faint, he could barely control his body, leaning against the wall of the street, holding his head in his hands and letting out a low moan.

"What the hell is going on with you?" the Count of Montenegro reacted in a way that clearly frightened the mercenary, and the networm looked at Lothar curled up in a ball, and for a moment became helpless, she had never seen anything like it. However, this confusion did not last long, and the noise gradually began to be heard from the direction of the square, and it sounded as if a large number of people were moving in this direction. Unable to wait any longer, she gritted her teeth and dragged the collapsed Lothar into the alley, hoping that the rain would keep the crowd out of sight.

The rain seems to be gradually subsiding. Although it seems that there is still a long way to go, it is undeniable that the rain is much lighter than before. But before the people attending the funeral could be happy, some soldiers who looked embarrassed and even wounded broke into the ceremony. They had a brief exchange with the officer presiding over the ceremony, and as a result, the normal funeral was suspended. The soldiers, who had just been immersed in mourning for the dead, took up their arms at the command of their commander and marched towards the king's castle, leaving the citizens with candles in their hands to look at them blankly.

After a while, someone said that they heard that something had happened to the royal castle.