Fort St. Grant's is located in the deepest part of the island of Thunder, and although it is surrounded by large forests, when the sea is high at night, it is still blown by the smell of the sea.

The damp breath in her nose made Melen feel a little uncomfortable.

But as soon as he entered the girls' dormitory, which was shrouded in darkness, the air quickly became dry.

As a wizarding school, the building of Fort Saint Grant is of course different from ordinary buildings, not only with waterproof, moisture-proof and shockproof functions, but also attached to the use of automatic cleaning and purifying the air, even if it is the most inconspicuous old house in the school, it will not have a musty smell if it is left unattended for a long time.

This belongs to the heritage of a top wizarding school.

It's just that he's been here for a long time, and Melen has long been accustomed to it.

At night, the girls' dormitory building was very quiet, and as he walked up the stairs with many classical paintings, he began to look for the bedroom where Alyssa was.

The magical protection and alerts that were supposed to be in effect with the male intrusion were indifferent to Meren's presence.

From this, he could even see that the doors of several dormitories were wide and half-open, and there was a little spring in them.

This can't help but make Melen sigh, as the heir, his character is really good, otherwise if nothing else, just now this privilege of entering and leaving the girls' dormitory at will can make a lot of ugly things without being discovered.

"It's a nice view, isn't it?"

Passing by a painting of a noblewoman, a fat lady in it suddenly said something that startled Mellen, but fortunately the dim light of the magic candlestick obscured most of his embarrassment, so as not to look so embarrassed.

After secretly warning himself that he could not indulge his power, he stopped grinding and quickly reached the goal.

With a slight push, the slightly open bedroom door was pushed open.

Then I saw a horde of disgusting species gathered around a four-poster bed.

rats, cockroaches, beetles, moths, and even mosquitoes......

The four-person dormitory is very spacious, there is no artificial light source, and the quiet moonlight pours in from the glass window, enveloping this group of small things.

"You're here."

The hoarse and calm voice carried the stench of the "maggots", and a rush of brains poured into Merlen's ears and nose, making him inexplicably breed a feeling that he only had when he watched horror movies in his previous life.

This feeling was even stronger when she saw the figure making the sound—she was sitting quietly in the shadows in the corner of the dormitory, her face obscured by the darkness, her long hair wrapped in a little cold moonlight, dim and eerie, like a female ghost.

It's just that when Mellen approached and gradually saw her beautiful face with clear outlines in the moonlight, this illusion began to fade quickly, and an inexplicable sense of relief and warmth emerged.

This is the feeling you can only feel when you see a woman who belongs to you.

"This should have been going on for days."

Mellen, who approached, naturally put his palm on her shoulder, and the passing heat reminded Mrs. Chelsea of some intimate images slightly unnaturally.

It's just that the current environment is special, and this instinctive idea is fleeting, and it is difficult to hook up more ideas in depth.

"If you hadn't reminded me to come back and keep an eye on it, we wouldn't have found out until now."

"It stands to reason that they're so obvious that someone should have noticed them a long time ago, right?"

Standing beside Madame with his hand on his shoulder, watching everything not far away, especially when he saw the sweet smile of the blonde girl lying on the bed, Mellen's brows furrowed unconsciously.

I wanted to ask some things about my wife's childhood, but before he could ask in depth, he was called to observe this strange phenomenon at the moment.

He had never expected such a situation, and his heart became quite heavy.

But Mrs. Chelsea, who is a mother, is more determined at the moment, "This is because Christine cast a masking spell in advance, and normal people will not notice this kind of sign, because before they can see it, they will escape." ”

Meren could tell there was no panic in her words.

"So, it's not serious?"

"Well, it's just that I'm attracted to some pure idiosyncratic instinct in Alyssa."

That being said, under normal circumstances, there are no mosquitoes and mice in the building under your feet, because staying here will make them feel very uncomfortable, so they will naturally stay away.

At the moment, however, everything is the opposite of their instincts.

It can be seen how strong the so-called attraction of the girl is.

What's even more strange is that in addition to these ordinary animals, there are still a few hazy ghost figures wandering in this dormitory, and the faces full of dead silence become more and more ambiguous as time passes.

If you look closely, you can see that wisps of light-colored aura are constantly overflowing from their bodies, mixed with hazy moonlight, wafting into the blonde girl's body.

When the ghost stared at it, its eyes were full of pain, as if life was being consumed, but it refused to turn away from the source of the pain.

"What about the Holy Spirit?"

After watching silently for a while, Melen asked.

"Retrieving memories in my head."

Mrs. Chelsea replied.

"Because of what I just told you?"

"Yes."

"Did you find anything?"

"It's hard to say yet, but her emotions seem to be getting more and more intense."

The surrounding area had already laid out a soundproofing spell in advance, so the conversation between the two did not lower their voices, although Melen had not asked in depth about Madame's mother before, but this topic was only briefly mentioned, which was enough to attract attention.

The Holy Spirit took this especially seriously, because it seemed to her that what the reincarnated lady had experienced in her early years should have been in her foresight.

But this is not within the scope of this matter.

Mellen wasn't sure what that situation meant, but it wouldn't be a good thing and should be for sure.

"Have you been in touch with Alyssa lately?"

Madame asked suddenly.

Melun, who was pondering the Holy Spirit, was stunned when she heard this, and then replied without changing her face: "Yes, what's wrong?" ”

"Did she mention liking a certain boy?"

"I didn't mention it, did you find anything?"

Mellen was wary of the question asked by Madame, and even wondered if Alyssa had shown something here.

However, what she said immediately made Mellen's expression change suddenly.

"Nothing was found, but the Holy Spirit thought it was abnormal."

Madame said: "Her bloodline is rooted in desire, and it stands to reason that the appearance of this vision in front of her proves that she has been initially affected by blood. In other words, she should have started thinking about men a long time ago, but she didn't. ”

As she said this, she couldn't help but twist her body as she sat in her chair, feeling the heat coming from Mellen's palm over her shoulder, and a certain thought was born from the bottom of her heart.

This made Mrs. Chelsea frown.

Because she has a part of her daughter's blood in her body, when she faces the students next to her, she can't resist the temptation to make mistakes, and finally mixes with guilt, and even acquiesces to the identity of her lover, regardless of whether he has another woman.

This kind of decision is actually inconsistent with her own proud temperament, if it weren't for the influence of that black blood, things might still happen, but it certainly won't turn out to be the situation it is now.

Because of this, she strongly agrees with the judgment of the Holy Spirit—her daughter Alyssa, who is currently in a very abnormal state.

There is only a part of blood in his body, although it is the core part, but no matter what, it is not as much as Alyssa's.

However, she couldn't make mistakes because of this, why wasn't Alyssa affected by the bloodline?

How could she not have been affected?

Even if you don't make mistakes because of this, it stands to reason that you should always think about men, and even steal forbidden fruits.

It didn't.

She had checked it before, and her daughter was still in perfect shape, and she didn't do anything wrong behind her back.

Can...... How could she endure it?

Mrs. Chelsea, who is plagued by inner desires, is even a little confused about this, wondering if it is her own problem?

But she reasoned that this should not be possible......

Mellen was equally surprised by this.

He hadn't thought about this before, but now, after being reminded by his wife, he suddenly realized that something was not quite right.

Alyssa actually misses a man and chats with him "online" every day, mainly because the two are not really in contact, so she, the little underground girlfriend, can only use this way to tell about her lovesickness.

Melen didn't think there was anything wrong with this, and she often felt that the girl was very sensible.

But now, thinking about it carefully, this kind of rational performance really doesn't seem like what a girl who has tasted love for the first time should have.

To say that she doesn't like Mellen, that's why she is so restrained, it's impossible.

After all, Alyssa had made mistakes impulsively before.

But now the situation is ......

"Come to think of it, she's become a lot more honest since the last time she cast that illusion world."

Merron couldn't help but think of the unique abilities that the girl claimed to use in reference to the world of the storybook not long ago, and the way she was obsessed with that world and couldn't help but tell her affection.

Compared to the performance in recent times, it is really very different......

"You're here?"

Just as he was thinking deeply about this question, a hoarse voice suddenly sounded.

Looking up, Melen noticed that a blonde figure had appeared on the surface of the window on the left.

Naturally, it was the Holy Spirit, who called himself Christine, but in fact had the same name as the lady.

In the dim moonlight, the figure in the transparent glass didn't look very clear, but Mellen could still see that this face was not good-looking at the moment.

"What did you find?"

Before he could speak, the lady beside him couldn't help but ask.

It's about her mother, after all.

"The Black Knight."

The Holy Spirit spoke in a low tone, and his mood seemed a little low, "Your mother is a black knight. ”

Black Knight?

These words made the master and apprentice stunned for a moment, and then they couldn't help but glance at each other, their eyes full of consternation.

The Holy Spirit is not a man of words, so there is certainly no need to question the truth of her words.

However, if this is the case, then the situation becomes extremely complicated.

The Black Knights are derived from the assimilation of the Black Sun, in a sense, the apostles of that Sun, and no matter who they have been, they are deeply bound to the Sun.

To put it simply, they are pure villains to Christine, the Holy Spirit, who is determined to save the world and remove the threat of the Black Sun.

It is an existence that must be destroyed.

But one of the villains turned out to be the mother of her reincarnation......

The meaning of this is not simply to be reborn in the family of the enemy.

It is the Holy Spirit's every move, which has long been controlled by the enemy, and even "laid out" in advance, guiding her to step into the "trap" step by step.

In this way, both Alyssa's case and Christine's salvation plan are naturally under the watchful eye of the enemy.

It's hard to say what will happen as a result, but if you think about it, the situation couldn't be worse.

"I said why she reminded me that the plan was bound to fail, and it turned out that the problem was here......"

"She?"

"After the last time Mellen mentioned that there was a silver-haired woman in the Evans Religious Library, I went to investigate, and although I didn't see anyone, I got some hints."

Christine said inexplicably: "She should be our father." ”

"The King of Heaven whom you overthrow?" Madame asked in surprise.

"Hmm."

"How would she know?"

"I don't know ......"

Melen listened silently and did not express an opinion.

He didn't think that the one who was currently in Fort St. Grant was the father of the Holy Spirits, because the real father had changed from a skeleton to a female savage one.

Although the situation is more wonderful, this is enough to prove that the father is the one who needs him to "rescue".

So, the one in the library, should be the mother.

It's hard to say what purpose she has at the moment, maybe she is silently waiting for Mellen to rescue her husband, or maybe it's something else.

All in all, it's more mysterious, and it's not clear whether it belongs to the enemy or not.

But she knows a lot of things, that's for sure.

It's just that if you know but don't say it, you have to wait until you find out before you start "reminding", which seems to be enough to prove something-

Either she didn't care about these things and didn't bother to pay attention to them, like a hermit master, looking down on the world from the clouds.

Either that, or everything that is happening so far is in her prediction and even control.

The former is unlikely, because according to Christine's words, if the black sun is really allowed to exist, then the world will eventually perish.

As a member of the world, no matter how transcendent her identity is, the "mother" will not be indifferent.

So, the latter has the best chances.

"What exactly is your plan?" Melen asked suddenly.

"My original plan was to use the power of the Night Church and faith to constantly repel the power of the black sun."

At this point, there is no need for the Holy Spirit to hide it, "For this reason, I even gave up the Church of the Sun God and let the Church of the Night be the only one." ”

"Now it seems that this plan is no longer likely to succeed."

If everything is in the hands of the enemy, then of course there is no possibility of success.

"But looking at your current attitude, it doesn't look like you've been hit?" Mellen asked curiously.

As far as he knew, this plan had been planned for a long time, perhaps for dozens or hundreds of years.

"Because I have a backup plan."

Christine, who was in a lost mood but did not see the decadence, replied: "Or rather, a plan that should have failed now has the possibility of success." ”

"What's the plan?"

"Use the breeding group to continuously dilute the power of the black sun."

As he spoke, the hazy eyes of the Holy Spirit appeared on the glass window and looked at Merron, as if there was some strange emotion in it.