Charlotte nodded in understanding.

He tried to recall Ilya's life experience again in his mind, wanting to change the topic and relieve the awkward atmosphere, but his head once again had a cone like a stabbing pain.

It's strange that the original setting draft was obviously written by himself, why can't he remember it......

"Do you remember anything about your background?"

Ilya shook her head in confusion: "Ever since I was conscious, I've been in the witch's cocoon. The Witch Council trains us through consciousness, instilling in us common sense and beliefs about the various worlds. ”

"It's okay, I'll definitely be able to find a way to get clues about my background." Charlotte spoke out comfortingly. "I'm sorry, Miss Elijah, for making so many difficult requests of you."

"No, I'm ......"

It was only after the awkward atmosphere eased again that Ilya realized her embarrassment.

Disheveled, stockings off, white with ruddy plump thighs, sitting awkwardly in a duck sitting position.

The elastic hips arch the maid's pleated skirt slightly.

Charlotte coughed dryly: "Let's go take a shower first, you sleep in the bed tonight, and I sleep on the sofa." ”

Ilya walked into the bathroom with her smooth feet in her hands.

Bang Bang Bang Bang ......

Soon, there was a splash in the bathroom, and the girl's delicate and upright figure was projected onto the glass door.

Charlotte looked at the figure on the glass door, and said in her heart, faith can't be forced, and he doesn't know if there is any way to obtain Mila's power of faith, and sure enough, finding a way to improve the bond is the right way.

……

Tick tock~

When Elijah's body came out of the bathroom with steaming heat, Charlotte was already asleep on the couch.

Wiping her long wet hair, Elijah walked over to him and stood still, quietly observing.

"Mr. Charlotte, who is asleep, is unexpectedly cute......"

She covered her mouth and snickered, lightly touched the tip of Charlotte's nose with her fingers, and then blushed and leaned down slightly, pulling her long hair behind her ears, and the faces of the two gradually got closer and closer.

Ilya blushed and swallowed nervously, and she could feel the heat exhaled by the sleeping Charlotte, as well as the smell of boys.

For some reason, Ilya had a feeling in her heart that although the two had only known each other for a short time, it seemed that they were already familiar with each other no longer familiar, which was probably the illusion of attraction.

Looking back on the recent events that have happened since the signing of the contract, Mr. Charlotte has courage, a noble spirit, is gentle with girls, and is a good cook...... And...... It's also handsome......

If she were an ordinary human girl, she would probably marry Mr. Charlotte without hesitation.

Thinking of this, her eyes dimmed, a piece of her heart was missing, and her heart ached faintly.

With such perfect conditions as Mr. Charlotte, sooner or later there will be human girls who promise her, so recently, she has subconsciously fought with enemies that do not exist like an aggressive little beast.

"In that case, then I will first find a way to leave a certificate of my visit to Mr. Charlotte's place......"

Boom~

She swallowed, her face getting hot, and the girl leaned down gently in the darkness of the night and the moonlight.

At the moment when the lips of the two people were about to touch—

Suddenly, there were magical dots of magic that shimmered red all around her.

This point of light caused a stinging pain in the heart, and Ilya suddenly covered her head and staggered backwards, falling directly on the bed. Her golden color was scattered over her body, her face gradually losing its blood, her eyebrows frowning slightly, and her head feeling like a tear in pain, which made her hallucinate.

She suddenly realized that she was no longer in the room of the non-commissioned officer school.

……

The canopy of heaven is the void, an endless dark void, and the galaxy is like a silver ribbon, crisscrossing the void.

Beneath the canopy of heaven was the blood-stained earth, and everywhere it looked, it was red.

Ilya was barefoot on the ground, and she found herself only eight years old, with a man holding her hand.

In front of him was a huge hexagonal obsidian altar, and as far as the eye could see, there were huge transparent pillars rising from the sky, pasted with eerie runes and rusty chains binding the different pillars together.

A group of men dressed in crimson robes gathered around the altar. Each of them carried a long scythe, very similar to Elijah's Hunter's Scythe. At the scythe, there are blood butterflies dancing.

In the center of the altar, surrounded by a crowd, sat two men with chains wrapped around their bodies, dressed in plain white robes, covered with rune paper, and their skin was painted with strange patterns.

It seems to be a living sacrifice.

A tall figure in a red robe, carrying a scythe, walked towards the center of the altar.

Seeing this scene, the figure standing beside Ilya subconsciously clenched her little hand. Ilya turned her head to look at the other party, and no matter how wide her eyes tried to make it, all she could see was a vague black mist.

The mouth of the red-robed man sang the ancient and obscure prayer of the sacrifice:

"Aragami Dajiao, a feast of blood decay."

"Eat away at the bones, and sing the song of sin."

"Scarlet cherry blossoms, maple butterflies dream."

"The soul of the ghost sacrifice burns the soul, and the source of the heart is one."

As they chanted, rows of scythes poured out from the blades of the scythes, swept towards the altar like a whirlwind.

Soon, the two figures in the center of the altar were submerged. They were frantically devouring the offerings, and the blood mist bloomed and fluttered like a tulip flower, quickly filling the altar's circle lines.

Ilya noticed that two white-robed distorted figures slowly turned towards her.

"Tell me, who are you......" The genderless voice rang like a bell and drum in Ilya's heart.

"I don't know, I don't know you, I'm the Witch of Guilt, Elijah Stair, a loyal servant of the goddess Mira, and I want to participate in the witch ranking with Mr. Charlotte......"

"You have to remember who you are and remember your mission...... Come to us someday in the future...... With the courage you have hidden in your heart......"

The faces of the two white-robed figures continue to change like abstract paintings. The entire altar began to glow with mist, and Ilya felt a pain like a piercing heart again, as if the butterfly had bitten her.

"No, who am I, what am I going to do, ahh Ilya held her face, and fine beads of blood began to appear from the corners of her eyes, nostrils, and mouth.

……

When she regained consciousness, she found herself still lying in the dormitory of the non-commissioned officer school, the quiet moonlight shining on her delicate body.

She gasped for several gasps before she calmed herself from the hallucination. She looked at Charlotte's sleeping figure, clasped her hands in front of her chest, and her eyes flashed with confusion:

"Mr. Charlotte...... Sure enough, I'm still ...... No, I can't. ”